Action, Adventure, Excitement, Part 3
                              Chapter 15

From: gamer@host.yab.com
Date: Mon, 16 Jun 1997 18:22:55 -0700 (MST)
Subject: Aae-Entrance, Stage Right!

 OK, I guess Roland's right about people who want to come along
joining in later if need be, so I'll quit waiting to hear from them.
 
 Blacky looks over the group, "Allright, you are correct that firssst
we will need disssguisssessss. Hisss clothes are fine" gesturing to
The Stranger who last I heard was still in MiddleEastern garb, "though
I would prefer the facessss covered if we can for the men, and a
mussst for the ladiesss.."
 (OOC: Ok, presumably with THIS group, finding some clothes quickly
isn't going to pose TOO bad a problem I hope... ;-) )
 Once everyone is dressed, the advance team moves out to Dibis. As the
move, Blacky instructs them a bit on how to act. "When we arrive, I
will be telling them you are sssimply my assssociatesss. Do not
ssspeak to them no matter what. And do not let them look at your
facesss. They mussst believe you are assssassssinssss with the guild.
No names sssave mine shall be given and anything that could give away
your identity musst be hidden, ssspecial jewelry, tattoosss,
ssscarsss. Asssasssinsss would not advertissse their comingsss and
goingsss, which alssso takesss care of any problemsss if they are
already looking for you ssspecifically."
 "Once we enter the city, we will very likely be followed, or an
advance runner will be sssent to watch for usss at the Guild. Ssso we
will head directly there. We should not be caught on the ssstreetsss
after dawn anywaysss. Under an Alert, they are mossst likely to shoot
firsssst. Asss we go down the sstreet, make eye contact with nobody
and never look at anyone or anything long enough got them to memorize
anything about your face. Asss Guildmassster, I am sssupossed to be
known. You are sssupposssed to be sssecret."
 Finally they arrive at the gates. The walls are about 20 feet tall
with men standing watch on the battlements. The medival look is broken
up by what appear to eb tripod mounted laser cannons at irregular
intervals on the top of the wall. Eight guards stand before a massive
steel door apparently just standing in the middle of the road. A faint
glimmer is all that can be seen of the forcefield surroundin the city.
 "Halt. The city is under an alert. No one is allowed to enter or
exit. You'll have to move on to the village of Jahl, a mile and a half
further east."
 Blacky's reptillians hand comes out from the sleeve of his robe,
holding something in the palm. He shows it quickly to guard, and
returns his hand to hiding. "I and my entorage (I know that's probably
spelled REALLY wrong. Oh well, I'm an Irishman, not French.) have
bussssinessss in the city." The CaoL notices he's laying the hiss on
pretty thick right now and it seems to be working to make the Guard
nervous. Or was that from what Blacky showed him?
 "Um, I, uh, undersst... I mean under_stand_ that sir, but I have
orders from my..."
 Blacky interupps, never raising his whisper-quiet voice or speaking
any faster, "Do you undersssant what it wassss I showed you?"
 "Um yes sir but..."
 "And how would your ssssupervissssor take to the newssss that you
denyed accessssss to a Guildmasssster? Expecially, Me."
 "Uh-I-um-Well-I-<groan>" Yes sir, please enter quickly, my commander
is at the gate. I'll let you discuss things with him."
 The metal doors swing inward and the guards step asside to let the
group through. A group about twice the size stands before the massive
wooden gate to the city. They are armed with swords and halberds like
the other group, but there is one man dressed in half-plate
half-chainmail who wears a sword on one side, and what appears to be a
blaster pistol on his hip.
 As the group approaches, Blacky whispers, "The sssmall lightning
crosssssbow he hasss isss not nearly asss powerful asss the onesss on
the walls, but it isss dangerousss none-the-less. Watch him
closssely."
 Once to the gate, two soliders step between teh Caol and the other
soldiers, and the commader steps in between adn behind them. "State
your business here."
 Blackyl's hand comes out again and flashes what must be some sort of
guild symbol at the commander before disappearing again. "We are on
our way back to the guild to take care of sssome ssspecial
busssinesssss. What isss the meanign of this delay? It isss near dawn
and we mussst be finished by then."
 The commander looks at Blacky's face under his hood, then attempts to
look at everyone else who (I hope) follows Blacky's advice to look
away. "There are traitors rising up against Darath. Zag has already
been seiged, but if they dare approach Dibis, we will destroy them.
But we must make sure only the loyal ener the city. And if you'll
pardon, Assassins are questionable anyways in my opinion. I will have
to insist on identification on everyone and searching you all before
allowign you to enter."
 Blacky's eyes narrow. "I am the Guildmassster of thisss city. It isss
my right to enter and leave asss I wish when I wish. And when I do
ssso, I am to be consssidered on Guild Busssinesss. You have no right
to interfear with me in that. You do not have the rank, nor the
balls."
 The Commander turns purple with rage and reaches for the pistol, but
his hand barely brushes it before it cahnges direction and begins
clutching at the small crossbow-bolt in his throat. The Commander
gurgles and spits up some blood, and then falls over.
 The Guards have their swords out when Blacky holds up the medallion
with the Assassin's Guild symbol on it for all to see. "Your commander
issss dead. Who issss next highesssst in rank?"
 One of the soldiers croaks out, "I am."
 "Are you going to deny usss entrance to our Guild assss well then?"
 The solider fidgets for a few moments, then gulps. "No sir." Turning
to an arrowslit next to the gate, "Open it up just enough for them to
pass through single file."
 The Massive wooden gates slowly swing open, and the group takes their
first steps into Dibis.
 The streets are nearly deserted this close to dawn, and most of those
that are out seem to be drunk. Or otherwise incapaciated as a syringe
is noticed sticking out of the arm of one dwarf in the gutter, the
cybernetic part of his face half submerged in questionable-looking
water.
 Blacky makes his way quickly and matter-of-factly. Looking back, they
guard decided not to bother with the subtlety of a shadow, and instead
have a squad of six soldiers following about twent paces behind the
group.
 Finally they reach a building with a large sign proclaiming it the
mercenary's Guild. Slipping down a side alley, Blacky comes to another
door. touching a stone in the wall nearby, the door pops open
revealing a staircase going down. a torch on a wall nearby lights
itself as Blacky picks it up and heads down, the door closing
automatically behind the last person and re-latching.
 In the Guild common area, Blacky places the torch in a holder and it
vanishes, presumably back tot he top of the stairs. Stones hanging
from the ceiling alluminate the room which could very well be a
sitting room in a large castle. plush velvet-lined chairs seem to be
everywhere, and the north wall is covered by a huge bookcase. Doors
are in the walls to the East and West, and the souht is the stairs.
 "Make yourselves comfortable. They will wait outside a while to make
sure we stay, then return to report shortly after dawn. There are
small rooms in which you may sleep. Just go through that door on the
east wall. Take any door in that hallway for your room. they are all
empty. I am not sure about the rooms in the halls beyond the other two
doors, so it is best to let them be. I shall be in my quarters behind
that door on the west wall if you need me. there is a pantry and
kitchen area through the door next to mine and a small training room
through the other."
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From: gamer@host.yab.com
Date: Mon, 16 Jun 1997 18:24:45 -0700 (MST)
Subject: Re: AAE3 -- TARDISes, TARDIS Technology and Time Lord
Telepathy

On Mon, 16 Jun 1997, Michael Jon Knight wrote:
> But I don't think any of this will come up again. Though, Knytt is
> definitely going to look into some serious home security. First,
> Chaos, now this. I think Knytt is going to park the TARDIS in some
> remote corner of the universe from here on out. <G>

 You forgot to add the kids blowing up your kitchen to the list. ;_)
===========================
Date: Mon, 16 Jun 1997 22:26:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: Paul Campbell <xzerrion@u.washington.edu>
Subject: Re: AAE-Frustrations and Friends in High Places.

On Sat, 14 Jun 1997, Roland X wrote:
>    *Excuse me? _I_ didn't want to be in charge of this
> little escapade. You guys seem to have elected me. If
> someone else wants to take over, feel free to speak up.
> I'm a warrior, not a leader.*
>    Roland tries to ignore the ensuing laughter from the
> veterans of Oa... <g>

`Well, speaking for myself, I've already tried being a leader, and
didn't turn out to be too popular as one. For myself, I'd be perfectly
happy to put Roland, Morgan, Dhyrlanc (sp???), or just about any other
in charge of this mob,' Xzerrion comments.

- Xzerrion (trying to get caught up after a difficult few days)
===========================
Date: Mon, 16 Jun 1997 22:38:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: Paul Campbell <xzerrion@u.washington.edu>
Subject: Re: Aar-Burning moonlight

On Sun, 15 Jun 1997, Roland X wrote:
>    "We go. Now." Blaze turns to the others. "It's time.
> If the Controller decides to do something to Morgan
> during the day, things will be much more difficult.
> Prepare whatever disguises or such you need. We can
> argue the matter of raising armies and such later."
> Blaze turns to Blacky. "I want you to know that we
> appreciate your aid in this." Suddenly, Blaze almost
> smiles. "Fuzzy and the others will follow us in
> astrally as soon as we're in private, assuming he
> can bring in the entire team that way-what do you
> think, Fuzzy? While I would rather go straight to
> Morgan, we'll have to fight the whole sprocking city
> to get out again. This way, we can take out some of
> the city's defenses-maybe even the teleport shields."
> Blaze turns to the others. "Anyone coming with the
> infiltration team, should say so now."

Xzerrion is in with the infiltration team, as veterans of AAE1 and
AAE2 would expect.
===========================
Date: Tue, 17 Jun 1997 02:23:59 -0500
From: Michael Jon Knight <mjknight@smartnet.net>
Subject: Re: Aae-Entrance, Stage Right!

At 06:22 PM 6/16/97 -0700, gamer@host.yab.com wrote:
<snip>
> "Make yourselves comfortable. They will wait outside a while to make
>sure we stay, then return to report shortly after dawn. There are
>small rooms in which you may sleep. Just go through that door on the
>east wall. Take any door in that hallway for your room. they are all
>empty. I am not sure about the rooms in the halls beyond the other
>two doors, so it is best to let them be. I shall be in my quarters
>behind that door on the west wall if you need me. there is a pantry
>and kitchen area through the door next to mine and a small training
>room through the other."

Knytt's Astral form pivots to look around the room. He sticks his head
through the training room door. He then sticks his head through the
door to the kitchen. Knytt^A walks to the door leading to the empty
hall of bedrooms. After a few moments, he returns. He stands in the
room and pivots on his heel one more time. He then sits down on the
floor and places the Gateway katana on the floor in front of him. He
concentrates for a moment and the three gems in the center of the
crystal sphere glow. A flat black rectangle appears above the sword.
On it, a black and white image appears. Japanese characters scroll
across the screen. Those with mini-lenses see English characters. 'The
Seven Samuari...Directed by Akira Kurosawa.'

As a band of Japanese raiders ride down into a little village to
plunder it, Knytt says(sends), *You guys go to bed. My body is getting
a rest right now. The only way I could make it any more complete is to
return to it for the night. I'll keep an eye on things.*
===========================
Date: Tue, 17 Jun 1997 04:02:33 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: Aae-Entrance, Stage Right!

On Tue, 17 Jun 1997 06:54:39 -0400, in Message # 00000093
 Caprice <caprice@southeast.net> said:

At 06:22 PM 6/16/97 -0700, gamer@host.yab.com wrote:
> Blacky looks over the group, "Allright, you are correct that firssst
>we will need disssguisssessss. Hisss clothes are fine" gesturing to
>The Stranger who last I heard was still in MiddleEastern garb,
>"though I would prefer the facessss covered if we can for the men,
>and a mussst for the ladiesss.."
> (OOC: Ok, presumably with THIS group, finding some clothes quickly
>isn't going to pose TOO bad a problem I hope... ;-) )

Caprice changes her garb, though she seems to take some time about it.
When she is done, she is clad in a black flowing gown, headdress, and
veil. All that is visible are her eyes. The observant would notice
that she has darkened her lashes and eyebrow to brown, rather than
their current pure white.

<trip snipped>

> "Make yourselves comfortable. They will wait outside a while to make
>sure we stay, then return to report shortly after dawn. There are
>small rooms in which you may sleep. Just go through that door on the
>east wall. Take any door in that hallway for your room. they are all
>empty. I am not sure about the rooms in the halls beyond the other
>two doors, so it is best to let them be. I shall be in my quarters
>behind that door on the west wall if you need me. there is a pantry
>and kitchen area through the door next to mine and a small training
>room through the other."

Caprice's eyes are expressionless, the rest of her face hidden. "I for
one intend to rest... if you will please excuse me." With that she
vanishes down the hall to the bedrooms.
===========================
Date: Tue, 17 Jun 1997 07:18:01 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: Aae-Chaotic Nights

On Tue, 17 Jun 1997 07:14:32, in Message # 00000095
 "L.J. Wolfe" <ljwolfe@eee.org> said:

At 12:26 PM 6/16/97 +0100, Roland X wrote:
>On 6/15/1997 7:36 PM, quoth the Lady Morgan:
>>At 01:00 PM 6/15/97 +0100, Roland X wrote:
>   *Well, if we play our cards right, we might be able to
>get Gaunt to fight with us, or send some droves against
>the Controller, or if we're lucky, strike against him
>directly. It's all in the approach, you see.* <eg>

<*You know him better than the rest of us, bro. I'll leave any
planning in that regard up to you.*>

>><*OK, let's go find someplace less heavily monitored and play.*> :-)
>
>   The Astral Roland action figure <G> guides Morgan to an
>unmonitored storeroom. *Okay. While it is generally easier
>to do this sort of thing while in the body, the thing to
>remember is that you're not _really_ apart from your body-
>you've simply expanded your senses. Now, use those senses.
>_Feel_ the objects around us. You'll be able to sense the
>unique vibration each has. By extending your vibration to
>the object or energy you wish to manipulate, you can join
>your power it and move it with a thought.*
>   (OOC: Hey, I'm an action figure! <BG>)

OOC: <hyped announcer voice> Astral Roland, Astral Morgan, and now...
Astral Knytt! Collect all three! </hyped announcer voice>

Morgan^A chooses a small crate, larger than anything she's moved so
far, but not particularly big. She gets the feel of it, then her hand
makes a small pushing motion and the box slides a few inches across
the floor.

<*OK, let's try something more subtle.*> She chooses a larger crate.
The box doesn't move, but after a moment the lid lifts. Morgan^A grins
broadly, obviously pleased with herself. <*It _was_ locked.*> Inside
the box is a stash of blaster-type weapons.

<*Blaa. Might as well do some good while I'm here.*> She "reaches"
into the box, and begins creating a minor short in the power system of
each blaster, something that will be hard to find on a debug but will
make it impossibile to keep a charge on the thing. And, just for the
sake of practice, the flaw in each is a little different. She
chuckles. <*_That_ oughta drive their techs nuts for a while!*>

As she works, an idea comes to her. <*Going around unlocking doors may
draw attention, but what about doing something similar to this (she
mentally gestures to the weapons' locker) to the defense systems?
Creating minor flaws that will bring the system crashing down when
they try to activate it? A few well-placed loose wires in
hard-to-reach places could do our troops a world of good.*> <wg>
===========================
Date: Tue, 17 Jun 1997 11:33:15 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: Aae-Chaotic Nights

On Tue, 17 Jun 1997 13:27:33 -0500, in Message # 00000098
 Michael Jon Knight <mjknight@smartnet.net> said:

>On Tue, 17 Jun 1997 07:14:32, in Message # 00000095
> "L.J. Wolfe" <ljwolfe@eee.org> said:
>
>At 12:26 PM 6/16/97 +0100, Roland X wrote:
>>   The Astral Roland action figure <G> guides Morgan to an
>>unmonitored storeroom. *Okay. While it is generally easier
>>to do this sort of thing while in the body, the thing to
>>remember is that you're not _really_ apart from your body-
>>you've simply expanded your senses. Now, use those senses.
>>_Feel_ the objects around us. You'll be able to sense the
>>unique vibration each has. By extending your vibration to
>>the object or energy you wish to manipulate, you can join
>>your power it and move it with a thought.*
>>   (OOC: Hey, I'm an action figure! <BG>)
>
>OOC: <hyped announcer voice> Astral Roland, Astral Morgan, and now...
>Astral Knytt! Collect all three! </hyped announcer voice>

<OOC: <Very Fast Announcer Voice> Each Sold Seprartely. Batteries Not
Included. May Be Harmful To Children Under 3. Contains Small Parts.
Adult Supervision Required.>

>As she works, an idea comes to her. <*Going around unlocking doors
>may draw attention, but what about doing something similar to this
>(she mentally gestures to the weapons' locker) to the defense
>systems? Creating minor flaws that will bring the system crashing
>down when they try to activate it? A few well-placed loose wires in
>hard-to-reach places could do our troops a world of good.*> <wg>

*Hmmm. Sounds useful to me. If you decide to go, give a holler and
I'll join you. I could stand to burn some Midnight--er, Midday <G>
Oil.*
===========================
Date: Tue, 17 Jun 1997 16:47:58 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: AAE-Collections

On Tue, 17 Jun 1997 16:48:09 -0700 (MST), in Message # 00000099
 gamer@host.yab.com said:

 The Controller enters Morgan's cell and checks the moniters, then
hooks up a small black box and downloads all the recorded data. Then
he pulls out a scalpel and a container and proceeds to remove a small
flap of skin from Morgan's arm. Sealing the container, he produces
another and moves to Morgan's head. A small nine square inch patch of
hair is cleared away, and a hole drilled in they skull from which a
bit of brain tissue is removed and contained. Finally The Controller
places a dermal regenerator on the hole in her head and leaves with
the samples in hand.
 
 Driss and Roscoe follow Cutter and Leetah through the dark dungeons.
Here in the lower levels, each door is solid metal, saving the risk of
a cry for help from an inmate that might reveal the adventurers.
Abruptly, the wolves stop near a corner. Their sending explains
everything in two words. /The Controller./ Driss contemplates attack
for a moment, but finally logic wins out. Without his Rapier, he might
not be able to kill the Controller right away, and even if he did, it
would make the inhabitants of the keep rise up before the others were
ready for them, getting everyone captured.
 Instead, he crouched down and instructed the wolves to hide in the
cloak. One by one they passed into the blackness of the Cloak of
Shadows, into the pocket dimention where Driss's hordes of stuff was
stored. Driss wrapped the cloak around himself and faded from view as
The Controller passed by briskly, something clutched in his hands.
 peeking around the corner, Driss could see Morgan's cell was easy to
spot. It had to the be one with the Ogre and Orc standing guard in
front of it. Calculating quickly, Driss took a tiny step with his
seven-league boots, stepping directly into the cell through the walls.
 He let the Wolves out for a bit in case they wanted to see Morgan,
but they seemed to knwo she was fine. Driss was less sure, but knew he
couldn't do anything about it at this moment. Still it was a hard
thing for him to do to leave her laying there on the table hooked up
to god only knows what.
 He only allowed himself a moment though to tarry. Moving to the
table, he bent down to one of Morgan's hands where it was strapped
down on the table. Very gently, he kissed it. It felt so cold and
lifeless though, it only fueled the fire that he should set ehr free
right now.
 He felt the wolves and Roscoe in his head and looked down to see he
had already unstrapped the hand in front of him wihtout even thinking
about it. Sighing heavily, he re-did the strap, but keeping it a bit
looser than it was before.
 Loading up the Wolves, they left the cell in search of Driss's
Rapier.
===========================
Date: Tue, 17 Jun 1997 18:03:03 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE-Collections

On Tue, 17 Jun 1997 18:57:41 -0500, in Message # 00000100
 Michael Jon Knight <mjknight@smartnet.net> said:

At 04:48 PM 6/17/97 -0700, gamer@host.yab.com wrote:
> The Controller enters Morgan's cell and checks the moniters, then
>hooks up a small black box and downloads all the recorded data. Then
>he pulls out a scalpel and a container and proceeds to remove a small
>flap of skin from Morgan's arm. Sealing the container, he produces
>another and moves to Morgan's head. A small nine square inch patch of
>hair is cleared away, and a hole drilled in they skull from which a
>bit of brain tissue is removed and contained. Finally The Controller
>places a dermal regenerator on the hole in her head and leaves with
>the samples in hand.

<OOC: The drilling would be noticeable. Vibrations would travel via
the skull to the inner ear bones. Morgan may choose to ignore this,
just something to consider. The brain would not be able to feel
anything though, as there are no pain receptors (or any other
receptors IIRC) in the brain to begin with. Fully conscious brain
surgery, viscious. Tin-pants better run fast when the Gang O'
AntiDarkness hears about this. <G>>
===========================
Date: Tue, 17 Jun 1997 19:47:49 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE-Collections

On Tue, 17 Jun 1997 19:25:06, in Message # 00000101
 "L.J. Wolfe" <ljwolfe@eee.org> said:

On Tue, 17 Jun 1997 16:48:09 -0700 (MST), gamer@host.yab.com said:
> The Controller enters Morgan's cell and checks the moniters, then
>hooks up a small black box and downloads all the recorded data. Then
>he pulls out a scalpel and a container and proceeds to remove a small
>flap of skin from Morgan's arm. 

Morgan looks up from her work on the weapons, and her eyes go cold.

*Morgan, what's wrong?* Roland sends, concerned.

More to herself than in reply to her sword-brother, Morgan mutters,
<*That son of a....,*> and takes off back toward the lab. Roland
stares, shocked for a moment, then follows.

>Sealing the container, he produces another and moves to Morgan's
>head. A small nine square inch patch of hair is cleared away, and a
>hole drilled in the skull from which a bit of brain tissue is removed
>and contained.

<ooc> You call that patch _small_!?! </ooc>

Morgan's astral form stares at the Controller. It takes a moment for
her to process what he's doing, and her face becomes absolutley livid.

<*That thrice damned son of a bitch!*> And she lunges at the robotic
form.

Roland appears in front of her, holding out his 'hands'. *Morgan,
_stop_. What if he drills deeper?*

Morgan glares at her sword-brother. <*It'll HEAL.*> She darts to one
side, trying to get around him.

Roland is already in front of her. *Yes, and he'll _notice_. Sword-
sister, we are on our way. The Controller will get what's coming to
him.* His form blurs, trying to stay in front of the Highlander. *But
if you show your hand now, he'll know what you can do. And act
accordingly.*

Morgan stops. She looks at her brother, at the Controller, and at her
own body still strapped to the table. Still 'breathing' heavily,
obviously still angry, she mutters, <*Damn, I hate it when you're
right.*>

Roland quirks an astral eyebrow. *_You_ hate it when _I'm_ right?*

Morgan stares at Roland for a moment, then breaks into giggles.

>Finally The Controller places a dermal regenerator on the hole in her
>head and leaves with the samples in hand.

Roland smiles, squeezes her shoulder, and says, *Don't worry, the
Controller will get what he deserves.* <eg>

<snip of Dris and the wolves in the hallway>
> peeking around the corner, Driss could see Morgan's cell was easy to
>spot. It had to the be one with the Ogre and Orc standing guard in
>front of it. Calculating quickly, Driss took a tiny step with his
>seven-league boots, stepping directly into the cell through the
>walls.

Roland notes, *How'd he do that without getting incinerated?* <OOC:
Remember the teleport wards? ;-)>

> He let the Wolves out for a bit in case they wanted to see Morgan,
>but they seemed to know she was fine. Driss was less sure, but knew
>he couldn't do anything about it at this moment. Still it was a hard
>thing for him to do to leave her laying there on the table hooked up
>to god only knows what.

Cutter and Leetah, ignoring the body on the table, moved to Morgan's
astral side. She scratched their ears, grinning at the thought of Dris
trying to figure out what they were reacting to. She almost makes
herself visible to him, then decides against it.

> He only allowed himself a moment though to tarry. Moving to the
>table, he bent down to one of Morgan's hands where it was strapped
>down on the table. Very gently, he kissed it. It felt so cold and
>lifeless though, it only fueled the fire that he should set her free
>right now.

Morgan^A smiles. <*Aww, how sweet.*>

Roland, on 'hearing' this, watches Morgan^A and Driscoll with an
unreadable 'expression'.

> He felt the wolves and Roscoe in his head and looked down to see he
>had already unstrapped the hand in front of him without even thinking
>about it. Sighing heavily, he re-did the strap, but keeping it a bit
>looser than it was before.
> Loading up the Wolves, they left the cell in search of Driss's
>Rapier.

Morgan^A turns to Roland, and quizzically lifts an astral eyebrow.
<*Something _wrong_, brother?*> She grins....

And learns that it _is_ possible to blush astrally. *No, nothing.*
Roland replies quickly. After a moment, he adds, *We should probably
get back to your training. Light knows we won't have much time for it
once the team gets here.*

Morgan /|\
<with a little help from her sword-brother ;-)>
===========================
Date: Tue, 17 Jun 1997 21:48:53 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE-Collections

On Tue, 17 Jun 1997 23:43:33 -0500, in Message # 00000102
 Michael Jon Knight <mjknight@smartnet.net> said:

>On Tue, 17 Jun 1997 19:25:06, in Message # 00000101
> "L.J. Wolfe" <ljwolfe@eee.org> said:
>
>On Tue, 17 Jun 1997 16:48:09 -0700 (MST), gamer@host.yab.com said:
>>Sealing the container, he produces another and moves to Morgan's
>>head. A small nine square inch patch of hair is cleared away, and a
>>hole drilled in the skull from which a bit of brain tissue is
>>removed and contained.
>
><ooc> You call that patch _small_!?! </ooc>

<ooc> Pray he took from a spot you can comb over. <BG> </ooc>

>>Finally The Controller places a dermal regenerator on the hole in
>>her head and leaves with the samples in hand.
>
>Roland smiles, squeezes her shoulder, and says, *Don't worry, the
>Controller will get what he deserves.* <eg>

*Yeah, maybe we can use that drill on him.*

><snip of Dris and the wolves in the hallway>
>> peeking around the corner, Driss could see Morgan's cell was easy
>>to spot. It had to the be one with the Ogre and Orc standing guard
>>in front of it. Calculating quickly, Driss took a tiny step with his
>>seven-league boots, stepping directly into the cell through the
>>walls.
>
>Roland notes, *How'd he do that without getting incinerated?* <OOC:
>Remember the teleport wards? ;-)>

*Programmed to let him in? Like for a trap or something?*

>> He only allowed himself a moment though to tarry. Moving to the
>>table, he bent down to one of Morgan's hands where it was strapped
>>down on the table. Very gently, he kissed it. It felt so cold and
>>lifeless though, it only fueled the fire that he should set her free
>>right now.
>
>Morgan^A smiles. <*Aww, how sweet.*>
>
>Roland, on 'hearing' this, watches Morgan^A and Driscoll with an
>unreadable 'expression'.

*Jealous?* Knytt sends along with an image of him grinning ducking and
running from Roland's Phoenix claw.
===========================
Date: Wed, 18 Jun 1997 16:33:56 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE-Collections

On Wed, 18 Jun 1997 16:36:10 -0700 (MST), in Message # 00000104
 gamer@host.yab.com said:

> On Tue, 17 Jun 1997 19:25:06, in Message # 00000101
> "L.J. Wolfe" <ljwolfe@eee.org> said:
> <ooc> You call that patch _small_!?! </ooc>

 it's only 3"x3" he didn't shave your head at least! ;-)

> Roland notes, *How'd he do that without getting incinerated?* <OOC:
> Remember the teleport wards? ;-)>

 The boots aren't "true" teleportation. They work much like Fuzzy's
plan to bring in the rest of hte team. They cause a tiny dimentional
shift that magnifies a full step into seven leagues of distance when
activated, taking the wearer into and otu of hte other dimention
during the step. For a total of one second, Driss only existed on
Quaren in one place at a tiome. (Explination of the Seven League boots
losesly stolen from Piers Antholy's Through the Ice. good book)
===========================
Date: Wed, 18 Jun 1997 21:48:15 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: Aae-Entrance, Stage Right!

On Thu, 19 Jun 97 00:27:19 +0100, in Message # 00000105
 Roland X <rolandx@ix.netcom.com> said:

On 6/17/1997 2:22 AM, Dris said:
> Blacky looks over the group, "Allright, you are correct that firssst
>we will need disssguisssessss. Hisss clothes are fine" gesturing to
>The Stranger who last I heard was still in MiddleEastern garb,
>"though I would prefer the facessss covered if we can for the men,
>and a mussst for the ladiesss.."
> (OOC: Ok, presumably with THIS group, finding some clothes quickly
>isn't going to pose TOO bad a problem I hope... ;-) )

   (OOC: I'm assuming Blaze's present black-on-black total coverage
will pass muster. "We are...the Men in Black." <g>)

> Once everyone is dressed, the advance team moves out to Dibis. As
>the move, Blacky instructs them a bit on how to act. "When we arrive,
>I will be telling them you are sssimply my assssociatesss. Do not
>ssspeak to them no matter what. And do not let them look at your
>facesss. They mussst believe you are assssassssinssss with the guild.
>No names sssave mine shall be given and anything that could give away
>your identity musst be hidden, ssspecial jewelry, tattoosss,
>ssscarsss. Asssasssinsss would not advertissse their comingsss and
>goingsss, which alssso takesss care of any problemsss if they are
>already looking for you ssspecifically."

   Blaze nods. Somewhere, 'Roland' is uncomfortable with this, but
right now there are important considerations.

> "Once we enter the city, we will very likely be followed, or an
>advance runner will be sssent to watch for usss at the Guild. Ssso we
>will head directly there. We should not be caught on the ssstreetsss
>after dawn anywaysss. Under an Alert, they are mossst likely to shoot
>firsssst. Asss we go down the sstreet, make eye contact with nobody
>and never look at anyone or anything long enough got them to memorize
>anything about your face. Asss Guildmassster, I am sssupossed to be
>known. You are sssupposssed to be sssecret."

   "Two words: 'secret identity,'" Blaze replies, smiling faintly.

<snip of Blacky intimidating the guard>
> The commander looks at Blacky's face under his hood, then attempts
>to look at everyone else who (I hope) follows Blacky's advice to look
>away. "There are traitors rising up against Darath. Zag has already
>been seiged, but if they dare approach Dibis, we will destroy them.
>But we must make sure only the loyal ener the city. And if you'll
>pardon, Assassins are questionable anyways in my opinion. I will have
>to insist on identification on everyone and searching you all before
>allowign you to enter."

   Blaze studies this interference with the level of focus usually
reserved for insects.

> The Commander turns purple with rage and reaches for the pistol, but
>his hand barely brushes it before it cahnges direction and begins
>clutching at the small crossbow-bolt in his throat. The Commander
>gurgles and spits up some blood, and then falls over.

   Blaze very carefully does not move.
   *GRIFE!* echoes through the psi-web, however.
   A touch of biorhythmics wavers, then dies. Blacky knows his job;
the commander was dead before Roland could react.

> The Massive wooden gates slowly swing open, and the group takes
>their first steps into Dibis.
> The streets are nearly deserted this close to dawn, and most of
>those that are out seem to be drunk. Or otherwise incapaciated as a
>syringe is noticed sticking out of the arm of one dwarf in the
>gutter, the cybernetic part of his face half submerged in
>questionable-looking water.

   Blaze notes this carefully; apparently the Controller's
interference on this reality is more than just surface manipulation.

> Finally they reach a building with a large sign proclaiming it the
>mercenary's Guild. Slipping down a side alley, Blacky comes to
>another door. touching a stone in the wall nearby, the door pops open
>revealing a staircase going down. a torch on a wall nearby lights
>itself as Blacky picks it up and heads down, the door closing
>automatically behind the last person and re-latching.

   Blaze carefully notes the mechanisms involved.

> "Make yourselves comfortable. They will wait outside a while to make
>sure we stay, then return to report shortly after dawn. There are
>small rooms in which you may sleep. Just go through that door on the
>east wall. Take any door in that hallway for your room. they are all
>empty. I am not sure about the rooms in the halls beyond the other
>two doors, so it is best to let them be. I shall be in my quarters
>behind that door on the west wall if you need me. there is a pantry
>and kitchen area through the door next to mine and a small training
>room through the other."

   Blaze nods as Blacky leaves.
   "We'd better begin planning. I want this done, and us out of this
city-and reality-as soon as possible. First, judging from what my
astral self has 'seen,' the teleport shields given to the Controller
are mediocre at best. I have a feeling they're specifically tuned to
psi-based powers. Nevertheless, I still want to infiltrate the
Controller's citadel physically; both it and Gaunt are notoriously
devious. We'll fall back on the astral entry if we have to.
   "Anyone who can make headway talking to the local citizenry, feel
free to speak up. I have a bad feeling that the traps here are tuned
to deal with psions-or rather, _a_ psion. Me."
   Blaze's expression never changes, but those linked to the psi-web
can feel the frustration emanating from Roland. "If Morgan's condition
doesn't change, we'll sleep during the day, and move at nightfall. Any
objections?"
===========================
Date: Wed, 18 Jun 1997 22:18:14 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: Aae-Entrance, Stage Right!

On Thu, 19 Jun 1997 00:08:04 -0500, in Message # 00000106
 Michael Jon Knight <mjknight@smartnet.net> said:

>On Thu, 19 Jun 97 00:27:19 +0100, in Message # 00000105
> Roland X <rolandx@ix.netcom.com> said:
>
<BIG snip>
>   "Anyone who can make headway talking to the local
>citizenry, feel free to speak up. I have a bad feeling
>that the traps here are tuned to deal with psions-or
>rather, _a_ psion. Me."

Knytt^A looks at Blaze. *That would make sense. You have definitely
shown a "soft spot" for our good lady in the past. As have we all.
Gaunt would likely be interested in taking advantage of this. And the
Controller, if he has been observant.*

>   Blaze's expression never changes, but those linked to
>the psi-web can feel the frustration emanating from
>Roland. "If Morgan's condition doesn't change, we'll
>sleep during the day, and move at nightfall. Any ob-
>jections?"

*None here.*
===========================
Date: Wed, 18 Jun 1997 22:48:07 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: Aae-Entrance, Stage Right!

On Wed, 18 Jun 1997 22:39:28 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000107
 fuzzy <fuzzy@wco.com> said:

>On Thu, 19 Jun 1997 00:08:04 -0500, in Message # 00000106
>Michael Jon Knight <mjknight@smartnet.net> said:
>>On Thu, 19 Jun 97 00:27:19 +0100, in Message # 00000105
>> Roland X <rolandx@ix.netcom.com> said:
><BIG snip>
[the return of SNIP]
>>   Blaze's expression never changes, but those linked to
>>the psi-web can feel the frustration emanating from
>>Roland. "If Morgan's condition doesn't change, we'll
>>sleep during the day, and move at nightfall. Any ob-
>>jections?"
>
>*None here.*

<OOC: It looks like the ferry runs at Dusk.>

\Sleep well friends, I will catnap during the day while proceeding
with my planned activities for the day, Call if you need me.\

Fuzzy makes sure the the others waiting outside get the plan.

ttfn
 Fuzzy
Hi, I'm the Good Times signature virus. Copy me into your sig file!

Net-Tamer V 1.08.1 - Test Drive
===========================
Date: Thu, 19 Jun 1997 00:00:58 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: Aae-Entrance, Stage Right!

On Wed, 18 Jun 1997 23:50:43, in Message # 00000108
 "L.J. Wolfe" <ljwolfe@eee.org> said:

>On Thu, 19 Jun 1997 00:08:04 -0500, in Message # 00000106
> Michael Jon Knight <mjknight@smartnet.net> said:
>>On Thu, 19 Jun 97 00:27:19 +0100, in Message # 00000105
>> Roland X <rolandx@ix.netcom.com> said:
>Knytt^A looks at Blaze. *That would make sense. You have definitely
>shown a "soft spot" for our good lady in the past. As have we all.
>Gaunt would likely be interested in taking advantage of this. And the
>Controller, if he has been observant.*

Morgan pauses in her recently resumed training. <*Yes, I'm sure Gaunt
is still at least marginally considering me to be Roland-bait.*>

>>   Blaze's expression never changes, but those linked to
>>the psi-web can feel the frustration emanating from
>>Roland. "If Morgan's condition doesn't change, we'll
>>sleep during the day, and move at nightfall. Any ob-
>>jections?"
>
>*None here.*

<*I'm not going anywhere,*> Morgan sends, along with another big grin.
===========================
Date: Thu, 19 Jun 1997 00:18:23 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: Aae-Entrance, Stage Right!

On Thu, 19 Jun 1997 02:15:15 -0500, in Message # 00000110
 Michael Jon Knight <mjknight@smartnet.net> said:

>On Wed, 18 Jun 1997 23:50:43, in Message # 00000108
> "L.J. Wolfe" <ljwolfe@eee.org> said:
>
><*I'm not going anywhere,*> Morgan sends, along with another big
>grin.

*Well,* Knytt sends dryly, *That's what Gaunt and the Controller
think, anyway ;-)*
===========================
Date: Thu, 19 Jun 1997 07:03:03 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: Aae-Entrance, Stage Right!

On Thu, 19 Jun 1997 07:01:12, in Message # 00000113
 "L.J. Wolfe" <ljwolfe@eee.org> said:

>In Message # 00000110 Michael Jon Knight <mjknight@smartnet.net>
>said:
>>In Message # 00000108 "L.J. Wolfe" <ljwolfe@eee.org> said:
>>
>><*I'm not going anywhere,*> Morgan sends, along with another big
>>grin.
>
>*Well,* Knytt sends dryly, *That's what Gaunt and the Controller
>think, anyway ;-)*

Morgan giggles. <*OK, ok, I _meant_ not for a while, like until you
guys get here. Silly people.*> ;-)

Morgan  /|\
<who figures this is as good a time as any to see the next instalment
of The Godling vs. Darath>
===========================
Date: Thu, 19 Jun 1997 13:10:32 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: AAE-hunting wapiews. hehehehe

On Thu, 19 Jun 1997 13:11:41 -0700 (MST), in Message # 00000115
 gamer@host.yab.com said:

 Once safely away from Morgan's cell, Driss decides to cut down the
chances of being spotted by magic detection spells, and deactivates
the boots. Then, since 8 eyes are better than 2 when looking for
guards and the armory, he lets the wolves all out of his cloak again.
 Driss mentally sends what he remembers of the layout of the building
through the psi-web via Roscoe highlighting the west wing of hte
dungeons where Morgan is being held, and an area in the norht wing
where he thinks his rapier might be.
 They moved as quickly and quietly thoguh the building as they could.
The Wolves' special senses detecting guards on patrol and giving them
enough time to all be concealed by Driss's cloak again before they are
spotted. Finally three flights of stairs and lots of rights and lefts
later, Driss spots a window cut into one of the interior walls. On the
other side of the opening is a very tired looking man filling out
paperwork. An open doorway behind him shows a wall of weapons and
various crates and boxes and shelves of items.
 Driss instructs the wolves to stay put, then vanishes into his cloak.
Slipping quietly though the opening, he slides off the counter on the
other side and down onto the door. carefully he creeps to the
QuarterMaster and reaches into a pouch on his belt.
 A hand seems to appear, floating in mid-air above and behind the
quartermaster as Driss reaches out of his cloak. a fine powder
sprinkles down over the QuarterMaster and he sneezes twice, then turns
to see where the dust is coming from. His mind barely has time to
notice the arm in the air before his mind shuts down and he falls to
the desk unconcious.
 Sneaking into the back, Driss looks around at the armory. His Rapier
is laying in a pile of others in the corner forgotten. He runs his
hand lovingly across the side of the blade before wiping it off on his
cloak and returning it to its scabbard and onto his side.
 looking at the other goodies, he grabs a couple first aid kits and
throws them in his cloak, followed by a Glaive, a couple of blaster
pistols and a small cannon with a 2" bore. A 10 lb barrel of powder
and a dozen cannon balls finish the looting, and he heads back to the
wolves.
 "Ok," he whispers, " I'm set. If I know Blacky at all, he's at the
Assassin's Guild right now, so we'll head there to meet up with
everyone."
 Gathering the wolves in his cloak again, Driss re-activates his
boots, taking as large a step as he can north. A wave of vertigo
washes over him and he tumbles to the ground in an alleyway. "Oh Boy,
I'm glad the saftey spells that push you past solid objects when you
step into them were still working. Who knows what would happen to an
immortal stuck in a stone wall!"
 Releasing the Wolves, they made their way through the morning
sunlight down alleys adn side-streets, heading towards the Guild.
===========================
Date: Thu, 19 Jun 1997 14:48:09 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: AAE-Round-3

On Thu, 19 Jun 1997 14:46:42 -0700 (MST), in Message # 00000116
 gamer@host.yab.com said:

 The dawn sun lit up the clearing of the Enchanted Forest as the
combatants took to the feild. The bystanders had dwindled down just to
Magi and Dwar. Darath stood confident that he would win the day yet
again, but as he looked down on the little God of Theives, something
in the Harequin's eyes shook that confidence a bit. But only for a
moment.
 "Did you enjoy your taste of Death yesterday Theif? I will be glad to
serve you another helping." bellowed Darath.
 Driss simply smiled widely and gave a bow, "Oh great master of nights
as dark as the bottom of a privy-hole, I thank you for your grand pomp
and narcissism, but you needn't concern yourself with my funeral this
day. After all oh lord of shadows like the vacuous space between your
ears, I fear that were you to actually have a cognition, the shock of
it might prove detrimental to your own health. And then who would we
have to strut around proudly whilst lepers shun his appearence and
undead flee his stench?"
 Darath roared at this, and did not even wait for Magi's word to lay
on. The massive greatsword sped down to teh Harlequin God's head,
which had not moved an inch. But that was Darath's downfall. A massive
blast of pure magical energy broadsided him, ripping away armor and
flesh alike until there were only three Gods standing on the field.
 "Darath violated the rules of the challenge battle and therby forfits
this fight. The God of Theives is awarded this vicotry." spoke Magi
solemnly as he faded from view.
 
 On his silver throne Darath lay in so great of pain he could nto
muster the strength to move. And though his mind flashed one thought.
Revenge.
===========================
Date: Fri, 20 Jun 1997 12:45:23 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Aae-Working in the lab, early one day...

On Fri, 20 Jun 1997 12:30:32 -0700 (MST), in Message # 00000117
 gamer@host.yab.com said:

 The Controller^1 opens an X-window to Dibis. There his drone gives
him the tissue samples taken from Morgan and downloads her information
from the moniters to him. Another X-window quickly takes him to the
tomb.
 Controller^2 is busyily laying out Drow corpses on tables and
preparing cybernetic implants when Controller^1 arrives back.
 "I have good news. The one known as Morgan is our prisoner in Dibis.
Gaunt dropped her off there last night. She is currently being
subjected to sonsory deprivation, not only confining her, but also
keeping her from using any magics to escape. The others of the Army of
Light shall arrive to rescue her shortly I am sure, but I have a plan.
using the drone, I gathered these samples and data. We will clone
Morgan and use artifical electro-stimulus to create her brainwave
patterns in the brain in case anyone has a way to check it. Thus we
will switch the two and let them rescue a mear mindless clone. It
should delay them long enough for us to properly torture Morgan and
force her to reveal the secrets that will destroy the army of light."
 Controller^2 looks up from his work. "Shiela is finished, I have
placed her in stasis until it is time. Go ahead and begin the cloning
proceedure. I wish to try to re-animate these Drow and have them ready
for the next time we meet up with the Army of Light."
 Both Controllers set off to their work while unbeknownst to them, a
small rat has begun to give up this game of hide and go seek. [They're
too good of hiders.] he thinks disgustedly to himself. Finding himself
in the garden area Pywackett (SP?????) found them in after the kitchen
incident, Squee decides to find a nice pile of moss to rest on until
the others get tired of hiding.
===========================
Date: Fri, 20 Jun 1997 15:08:37 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: Aae-Working in the lab, early one day...

On Fri, 20 Jun 1997 16:49:48 -0500, in Message # 00000118
 Michael Jon Knight <mjknight@smartnet.net> said:

>On Fri, 20 Jun 1997 12:30:32 -0700 (MST), in Message # 00000117
> gamer@host.yab.com said:
<snip>

While working in the lab early one day,
The Controller came in, with something to say,
"Morgan's our prisoner, bound hand and feet,
"And I've an idea that's surely neat!
     (We'll make a clone.)
"We'll make a Morgan clone.
     (A Morgan clone)
"She'll be a mindless drone.
     (A mindless drone)
"We'll let them take her home.
     (A Morgan clone)
"We'll make a Morgan clone."

"Controller," I said, "What an idea you've had,
"We'll get to torture Morgan 'til she's raving mad,
"And while our enemies won't understand,
"We'll learn everything they have planned!"
     (with a clone)
"We'll make a Morgan clone.
     (A Morgan clone)
"She'll be a mindless drone.
     (A mindless drone)
"We'll let them take her home.
     (A Morgan clone)
"We'll make a Morgan clone."

And gamer, you were close...it is PyEwackett...named for the cat in
"Bell, Book and Candle." The Pyewackett there is a long haired siamese
who is the familiar for Jimmy Stewart's would-be witch girlfriend. I
have also heard the name referenced in the _Encyclopedia of Witchs and
Witchcraft_ as being the name of a familiar to someone accused of
witchcraft in the Middle Ages.

Reason I know all this is, my mother named my black cat Pyewackett,
mentioning she heard the name in that old movie. So, I've been doing a
bit of research on it since then. 
===========================
From: Martin Gerster <ofgerst@pluto.njcc.com>
Subject: AAE3 -- Assault Waves One through Four (Long!)
Date: Fri, 20 Jun 97 21:05:25 PDT

For the last little while Dhyrclhanc had been doing very little; even
a cosmicaly-powered, close to 4.5 century-old, unfazable dragon can
take only so much. Most of the time he was simply waiting for the rest
of the CAoL, especialy those who were (albeit hesitantly,
inadvertently and/or unintentionally) the group's leaders, to make up
their mind as to what the "Callahanian Army of Light's" next action
would be.

When Fuzzy had used his own, unique, form of techno-magic
(technological magic?) to create the wood-and-gold melee weapons,
Dhyrclhanc, still encased in his Fuzzy-christened "space armor", had
quietly bathed the weapons in the emerald/jade glow of his
Sentinel's-Ring.

<O.O.C.: What everybody won't know, as they weren't paying any
attention to Dhyrclhanc's section of the Psi-web durring all of the
arguments, is the wood-and-gold weapons are now enchanted As follows:

1.) The weapon's weilder will be +30% more proficient with the weapon. 

2.) These weapons will inflict +30% of the weapon's normal of damage.

3.) Once the weapon has imprinted upon an invidiual wielder, if the
weapon and weilder are separated then the weapon will immediately
return to weilder's grasp; this is physical flight; *not*
teleportation.> 

Roland and "Blackie" and the rest of the CAoL's advance team left.
Fuzzy was holding his assault wave, in physical form, in the Astral
Plane. John decided he would hold his "Battletech/Spice Addict" Combat
Squad well in reserve <O.O.C.: Because Paul's computer just went belly
up! : P>. After all that, Dhyrclhanc anounced that he would "tag
along" with Roland's group, but he'd physically be in hyperspace --
monitoring the activities of "Roland & Co." through the Psi-web and
act as a, one-dragon, 1st-tier cavalry if things got too hot for the
advance team. Anyone not already included in any of the other crews
can be ferried along with Dhyrclhanc; he'll be able provide
life-support for them in the hostile hyperspace environment, and (for
good measure) he'll create a pocket/fold in hyperspace around him and
any of his "passengers" (aka the Vorlon Planet-Killer Fleet) to futz
any advanced warning sensors either the Controler (Controlers?) or
Gaunt might've placed in hyperspace.

/Any of you guys get into any real trouble in Dibis, just give me a
mental "holler" and I'll come running! But don't be too concerned if
you can't immeadiatly raise me -- I'm making a slight detour. };8) /
===========================
Date: Fri, 20 Jun 1997 19:18:21 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: Aae-Working in the lab, early one day...

On Fri, 20 Jun 1997 19:16:19 -0700 (MST), in Message # 00000120
 gamer@host.yab.com said:

> On Fri, 20 Jun 1997 18:07:11, in Message # 00000119
> "L.J. Wolfe" <ljwolfe@eee.org> said:
> 
>>On Fri, 20 Jun 1997 16:49:48 -0500, in Message # 00000118
>> Michael Jon Knight <mjknight@smartnet.net> said:
<snip of Knytt's song> 
> I'm not even going to bother with peanuts.
> 
> There aren't enough in all of Quaren for this! :-)

 awwwwwwwww I kinda liked it! ;-)
===========================
Date: Fri, 20 Jun 1997 20:14:10 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: AAE3 -- Assault Waves One through Four (Long!)

On Fri, 20 Jun 1997 19:58:58 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000121
 fuzzy <fuzzy@wco.com> said:

On Fri, 20 Jun 1997, Martin Gerster wrote:
> When Fuzzy had used his own, unique, form of techno-magic
> (technological magic?) to create the wood-and-gold melee weapons,
> Dhyrclhanc, still encased in his Fuzzy-christened "space armor",
> had quietly bathed the weapons in the emerald/jade glow
> of his Sentinel's-Ring.

Some are wood, Some are metal, Some are both, The matterials are
standard for the weapon type except for the gold inlay and the
quality.

<Fuzzy Said:
>"Nemisis can assemble most standard Items atom by atom from the raw
>matterials, The current list looks like
<snip of list>

Quality: all of the blades are assembled atom by atom as multiple
single molecule thick layers of high and low carbon steel. Edges are
sharp enough to make a fresh flint edge seem dull.

None of the weapons have any flaws in their molecular bond structure,
which makes them both harder and stronger than normally possible.

The Swords, Spears and Quarterstaves have built in energy suppressors
that will reduce the effectiveness of energy weapons fired though the
field and spell effects passing through.

Field Diameter about 5 meters.

>All Gold inlayed
>Spair Gold Spikes for their Clubs
>And a few with Special features that do not require understanding
>Tech. I figure Bows and Crossbows They already have if they know how
>to use them, also Better the Bow you know than a stranger. Did I miss
>any thing important?"
End fuzzy quote>

> <O.O.C.: What everybody won't know, as they weren't paying any
> attention to Dhyrclhanc's section of the Psi-web durring all of the
> arguments, is the wood-and-gold weapons are now enchanted As
> follows: 
<snip of list> 

The Enchanting would have taken extra effort but once done the
suppressors will not effect the operation of the enchantments.
===========================
From: Martin Gerster <ofgerst@pluto.njcc.com>
Subject: OOC: Re: AAE3 -- Assault Waves One through Four (Long!)
Date: Fri, 20 Jun 97 23:56:14 PDT

Obviously, the enchantments are going to be slightly different for the
missle weapons than for the melee weapons. Had I remembered that Fuzzy
had also created missle weapons, I would've had Dhyrclhanc add some
additional enchantments. Hey, it's not too late, yet. Maybe I'll take
care of that later "down the road" so-to-speak. Perhaps, just prior to
the big battle scene(sp?) in Dibis? }=8)
===========================
Date: Fri, 20 Jun 1997 21:24:03 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Aae-What next?

On Fri, 20 Jun 1997 21:14:16 -0700 (MST), in Message # 00000122
 gamer@host.yab.com said:

 OK, well if anyone's wiaiting for more from me, that's it for now.
I'll let Knytt write any kind of "welcome" he has set for Driss and
the Wolves when they show up about 10-11am. Driss knows the latch on
the door and how to open it (he's been here a FEW times in the past!
;-) and will probably just head to a bedroom to crash unless someone
delays him.
===========================
Date: Sat, 21 Jun 1997 00:18:34 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: Aae-What next?

On Sat, 21 Jun 1997 02:07:03 -0500, in Message # 00000123
 Michael Jon Knight <mjknight@smartnet.net> said:

>On Fri, 20 Jun 1997 21:14:16 -0700 (MST), in Message # 00000122
> gamer@host.yab.com said:
>
> OK, well if anyone's wiaiting for more from me, that's it for now.
>I'll let Knytt write any kind of "welcome" he has set for Driss and
>the Wolves when they show up about 10-11am. Driss knows the latch on
>the door and how to open it (he's been here a FEW times in the past!
>;-) and will probably just head to a bedroom to crash unless someone
>delays him.

Well, if you insist....

Knytt^A has finished watching the Seven Samuari and watches a few
music videos. Unfortunately, since the Gateway katana is only
displaying his memories of these movies and videos, perfect though
they may be, there is a flaw. Knytt^A has had "Mmmbop" by Hansen stuck
in his head for the last hour. Therefore, the video has been on repeat
for the last hour. Knytt^A is about to rip his astral hair out, when a
reprieve arrives from the top of the stairs.

Knytt^A leaps to his feet, the Gateway katana automagically springing
to his hand.

*Whoever it is, I'll give 'em an Mmmbop!* Knytt^A grins ferally, then
the grin fades, *Wait a minute, I am in Astral Space, what am _I_
gonna do?*

Knytt^A's grin returns as he flips the sword around so he is holding
it like a huge dagger over his head. *Didn't think about a Psi-Sword.
I'll shut their higher brain functions down while I rouse someone.* As
Knytt^A prepares to paralyse the late night...er late
MORNING...visitor, something catches his ear.

*Slow footsteps...and clicking? Nails...toe nails...like Pyewackett on
linoleum.* Then the wolves appear coming down the stairs. Knytt^A
grins and has just resheathed the Gateway katana as Driss comes down
the stairs. Knytt^A sits down and scratches any willing ears as Driss
(I assume) heads past them for the bedrooms.
===========================
Date: Sun, 22 Jun 1997 07:18:43 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Aae-Dusk?

On Sun, 22 Jun 1997 07:27:03 -0700 (MST), in Message # 00000131
 gamer@host.yab.com said:

 Well I haven't seen anymore daytime posts, though Martin kinda
mentioned something for our Hyperspaced Lensdragon, so I'm going to
post a little something to get everyone out of bed. If someone still
has daytime plans, please feel free to post them.
 
 The Sun finally goes down over Dibis and the city begins to awaken.
From the doors that lead to the other bedrooms, the first person to
rise is an oriental-looking female hobbit who heads to the kitchen for
a loaf for bread and a hunk of cheese, then takes it with her to the
training-room. A couple of young humans stumble out a few minutes
later, only to be greeted with, "Get your lazy butts in here! You
can't sleep away the entire night. there is much work to be done!" By
the hobbit.
 They look longingly at the kitchen, but head to the training-room
instead. A few thunps can barely be heard, testifying to the
soundproofing of the room. Anyone peeking in sees the hobbit training
the humans in martial arts, for the most part bouncing them off walls
when they mess up.
 Another hobbit stumbles out of the bedrooms holding his head in his
hands. He stumbles into the kitchen, then races out again heading for
the privy.
 Blacky is awake, in his room doing meditations and wanders out about
the same time the second hobbit returns, a little less green. "Good
Morning Iasssssun. I can hear that Kuri-Neko issss getting a little
over zealousss again with the recruitsss. Did you two have another
fight?"
 Iasun hops into a chair, "Flegh, when _don't_ we have fights these
days? She just can't understand why I like going off wandering with
the guys! You want to hear a good one? She asked last night why I
don't just take here _with_ us when we go venturing into the
Shadowrealm."
 Blacky takes a seat nearby. "And why don't you? She issss a very
capable asssasssin. It isss why I made her my Ssssecond."
 Iasun rolls his eyes and winces as another thud makes it out of the
training room. "Listen to that in there. That's why I _go_ adventuring
in the _first_ place! There's times I think it'd be better just not to
come back!"
 Blacky smiles, "And you already know why you do. If you decided to
run off ssssomewhere, you would find your entrailsss ssspread acrossss
three kingdomssss by Kuri."
 At this they both laughed heartily and moved in closer to each other
to confer more privately.
===========================
Date: Sun, 22 Jun 1997 11:50:31 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Eyes In the dark(1)

On Sun, 22 Jun 1997 11:36:33, in Message # 00000132
 "L.J. Wolfe" <ljwolfe@eee.org> said:

These are the posts that Lyulf sent me. He asked me to forward them on
to the list. How he'll introduce the character to the rest of you
remaind to be seen....

>Date: Fri, 06 Jun 1997 21:08:22 -0700
>From: Brian K Foraker <Lyulf@pacbell.net>
>Organization: Wyrmm's Den
>To: ljwolfe@eee.org
>Subject: Eyes In the dark........
>
>You see him striding twords you, his eyes glow from beneath the hood
>like two piercing beacons of amber flame set against the blackest
>night. His breath was short and raspy, accented by puffs of steam
>that seem to circle and then dissipate. His gloved hands are wrapped
>tightly around a crystal orb that seems to dominate the end of a
>rather large sword hilt. Exposed beneath the robes a suit of
>glimering chain and symbols of all types and sizes weighed down his
>neck. His gait is slow and determined and each step brings forth a
>momentary spout of flame. " know me now for soon I come". You awaken
>the night air is cold and a faint wind howls through the trees.
===========================
Date: Sun, 22 Jun 1997 11:50:59 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Eyes In the dark(2)

On Sun, 22 Jun 1997 11:36:35, in Message # 00000135
 "L.J. Wolfe" <ljwolfe@eee.org> said:

>Date: Sun, 08 Jun 1997 20:11:54 -0700
>From: Brian K Foraker <Lyulf@pacbell.net>
>Organization: Wyrmm's Den
>To: "L.J. Wolfe" <ljwolfe@eee.org>
>Subject: Re: Eyes In the dark........
>
>The moon breaks through the canopy of trees. You feel the wind like a 
>warm breath tossle your hair. In the clearing a circle of moonlight 
>surrounds a seated figure flanked by two female warriors. "Morgan",he 
>calls, "come forward."
>  The figure sits tall in a throne carved from the stump of a mighty
>oak, his voice is dry and cold. He is vaugley familliar to you as if
>from a dream. "I am sorry to have to come to you like this but alas
>there is no other way. There are many who would seek to destroy me,
>but you you carry with you the air of brethren, you are one who has
>run with my kind." A great curse has befallen my kin and soon I fear
>that I shall be the last of my kind."
>  Drawing back his hood the figure reveals the head of a great grey
>wolf, his eyes glowing with an inner flame. "I am called Lyulf, last
>of the brotherhood lupine and one of the few Lupis still able to
>assume this form. I seek you in hopes that I may find an ally to
>travel with, that I may once again travel the world of man."
>  Standing the figure draws himself to his full height some 7 fett
>tall. I am trapped in the night world, the realm of dreams awaiting
>one who beckons for my aid." 
>  You awaken, the smell of pines and the warmth of a summer breeze
>fill your chamber.
===========================
Date: Sun, 22 Jun 1997 11:50:40 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Eyes In the dark(3)

On Sun, 22 Jun 1997 11:36:37, in Message # 00000133
 "L.J. Wolfe" <ljwolfe@eee.org> said:

<This was after I gave him a quick rundown on Morgan being held in
sensory dep by the Controller.>

>Date: Sat, 21 Jun 1997 17:31:59 -0700
>From: Brian K Foraker <Lyulf@pacbell.net>
>Organization: Wyrmm's Den
>To: "L.J. Wolfe" <ljwolfe@eee.org>
>Subject: Re: Eyes In the dark........
>
>As you meditate a vision invades your privacy....."I sense
>trouble....." a voice rasps.
>You recognize it as the man from the forest in your dream the
>previous night. he steps out from the darkness shrouded in his black
>cloak. "I am here when you need me just bring me to you.... he draws
>the long blade from his cloak and twists the crystal orb till it
>comes of the pommel. he sets it on the floor and motions. As if
>following his gesture the orb non-chalantly rolls to your feet. The
>vision fades. In the romm you sense a presence.
===========================
Date: Sun, 22 Jun 1997 11:50:50 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Eyes In the dark(4)

On Sun, 22 Jun 1997 11:36:27, in Message # 00000134
 "L.J. Wolfe" <ljwolfe@eee.org> said:

<Then I warned him about the teleport shields, and let him know that
Morgan is wandering around astrally.>

>Date: Sun, 22 Jun 1997 10:52:39 -0700
>From: Brian K Foraker <Lyulf@pacbell.net>
>Organization: Wyrmm's Den
>To: "L.J. Wolfe" <ljwolfe@eee.org>
>Subject: Re: Eyes In the dark........
>
>(That would be cool. no the teleport shields wouldn't affect this 
>presence as you will soon see. If you would like to re-post those for
>me, i would appreciate it till i get the hang of this. And thank you
>for the update on your condition it makes this all the easier) 
>
>In your astral form you look about trying to identify the presence
>but are unable to locate..wait whats this...a small crystal orb
>manifests in mid air then drifts slowy and safely to the ground. You
>have seen the orb before, its the one from the visions...but how?
>Looking more intensely at the orb causes it to levitate, mists begin
>swirling within and an image is projected into the room. He is much
>taller than you originaly guessed maybe nearing close to 9 feet in
>hieght and he is no longer shrouded in cloak. His body seems to be
>covered in a dense grey fur and armor of glistening black. "No I am
>not here with you in the physical sense, i have sent this orb that
>you may contact me when you need. It will work with the powers
>present in your mind to bring me closer to your world, just as it
>worked with my mind to bring you close enough to me to give it to
>you."
>   The image fades and a warm breeze brushes through your hair.
===========================
Date: Sun, 22 Jun 1997 13:49:29 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: Eyes In the dark(2)

On Sun, 22 Jun 1997 13:40:13 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000136
 fuzzy <fuzzy@wco.com> said:

On Sun, 22 Jun 1997 11:36:35, in Message # 00000135
 "L.J. Wolfe" <ljwolfe@eee.org> said:

>>From: Brian K Foraker <Lyulf@pacbell.net>
[snip]
>>  Standing the figure draws himself to his full height some 7 fett
>>tall. I am trapped in the night world, the realm of dreams awaiting
>>one who beckons for my aid." 

\This is interesting, The Realm of Dreams, he said?\

Morgan feels Fuzzy look at the crystal ball though her perceptions

\When I can get my hands on the crystal ball, I will be able to open a
portal direct to Lyulf, If you are sure of his intentions.\

\Morgan, We might be able to do it now, with a 'Working' Link, but
even if it works it will probably be a significant strain on you.\
===========================
Date: Sun, 22 Jun 1997 13:49:39 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: Aae-Dusk?

On Sun, 22 Jun 1997 15:43:48 -0500, in Message # 00000137
 Michael Jon Knight <mjknight@smartnet.net> said:

>On Sun, 22 Jun 1997 07:27:03 -0700 (MST), in Message # 00000131
> gamer@host.yab.com said:
>
> Well I haven't seen anymore daytime posts, though Martin kinda
>mentioned something for our Hyperspaced Lensdragon, so I'm going to
>post a little something to get everyone out of bed. If someone still
>has daytime plans, please feel free to post them.

Knytt^A has been awake all this time and his body has been
'meditating' in the apple tree. A bit before sundown. Knytt^A finds an
out of the way corner to sit in and, closing his eyes, begins to send
a portion of his consciousness to his body.

Knytt^P's Gateway katana weaves a fine synthetic mesh sack. Knytt^P
picks some of the apples in his tree, then drops to the forest floor
as he forages for more food. He does all this silently, as if in a
daze.

After gathering a few wild carrots and onions and something resembling
garlic, Knytt^P's ears pick up a sound in the underbrush. The feral
grin Knytt^A had in the Guildhouse as Driss walked in returns.

One cleaned rabbit later, Knytt^P gathers some berries and other
lighter foods. "Not everyone will want a big meal on awakening," he
mumbles. Knytt^P's stomach rumbles as the sun goes down.

> Iasun rolls his eyes and winces as another thud makes it out of the
>training room. "Listen to that in there. That's why I _go_
>adventuring in the _first_ place! There's times I think it'd be
>better just not to come back!"
> Blacky smiles, "And you already know why you do. If you decided to
>run off ssssomewhere, you would find your entrailsss ssspread
>acrossss three kingdomssss by Kuri."
> At this they both laughed heartily and moved in closer to each other
>to confer more privately.

Knytt's astral form stands and, mimicing the pose of his physical body
in the forest, says in unison with his physical body, *"May as well
test the Astral path now."* Knytt^A/P looks over at Blacky and
Iasun/empty forest and says *"Maybe the kitchen would be better for
these"* holding up thin air/the skinned rabbit and bag of fruits and
vegetables.

Knytt^A/P walks into the now empty kitchen/another empty patch of
forest. Then, as if he released a taunt rubberband, his body and mind
reunite in the Guild kitchen.

As his stomach begins rumbling in earnest, the now whole Knytt begins
fixing rabbit stew.
===========================
Date: Sun, 22 Jun 1997 14:03:57 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: AAE: Restless day

On Sun, 22 Jun 1997 16:54:12 -0400, in Message # 00000138
 Caprice <caprice@southeast.net> said:

     Caprice lay down on the small cot, but sleep wouldn't come.
Staying here in Guild house brought back too many of Argent's
memories... too much lay between Argent and the guild... not that
anyone here would recognize Caprice as Argent... Blacky hadn't seemed
to recognize them, and there was a world of difference between the
eight year old Whisp apprenticed to old Merlak, and the adult Argent,
a mercenary of reputation...
     Unable to sleep, and unable to let Argent's pain go, Caprice
reached out, linking with her doppleganger. Abandonment by her
mother... being cast out by her Master Merlak... supposedly unfit to
be an assassain, but realizing now it wasn't that, but her drow blood
that Merlak hated... having to confront that, which Caprice
confirmed... she DID have drow blood in her, a few generations back...
hating them, and hating herself...
      It was a took half the day to put the pains of a lifetime behind
her, before Caprice sent them both down into a deep trance-sleep that
would leave them refreshed when the sun-set...

     Two white-haired figures asleep on the cot, as alike as twin
sisters.
===========================
Date: Sun, 22 Jun 1997 14:04:06 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Aae-starts with ACTION! <g>

On Sun, 22 Jun 97 17:01:11 +0100, in Message # 00000139
 Roland X <rolandx@ix.netcom.com> said:

>On Sun, 22 Jun 1997 07:27:03 -0700 (MST), in Message # 00000131
> gamer@host.yab.com said:
>
> The Sun finally goes down over Dibis and the city begins to awaken.
>From the doors that lead to the other bedrooms, the first person to
>rise is an oriental-looking female hobbit who heads to the kitchen
>for a loaf for bread and a hunk of cheese, then takes it with her to
>the training-room. A couple of young humans stumble out a few minutes
>later, only to be greeted with, "Get your lazy butts in here! You
>can't sleep away the entire night. there is much work to be done!" By
>the hobbit.

   Roland jolts up, suddenly awake. Quickly he draws his Blaze persona
'shell' around him like a mental armor for what is to come. He rises,
his black-and-gold armor swirling around him as he dons his gear.

<snip>
> Blacky smiles, "And you already know why you do. If you decided to
>run off ssssomewhere, you would find your entrailsss ssspread
>acrossss three kingdomssss by Kuri."

   Despite himself, Blaze chuckles at this.

> At this they both laughed heartily and moved in closer to each other
>to confer more privately.

   "Okay, people, time to move," Blaze says once everyone is awake,
alert, and stocked up. "We'll head for Darath's stronghold and work
our way in. Once we reach Morgan, or trip an alarm-which, hopefully,
won't happen-we'll summon the rest of the team physically. I doubt
that even _we_ could take her out of the Controller's lair unnoticed,
so from that point it'll be a firefight. Anyone who feels vulnerable
to heavy weapons fire should start working the edges at that point;
don't be afraid to take flanking positions if the paranormal stuff
gets fast and thick. Any questions?" His eyes crackle with blue fire
behind the golden helm and his mask of cool self-control.
===========================
Date: Sun, 22 Jun 1997 15:18:51 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: Aae-starts with ACTION! <g>

On Sun, 22 Jun 1997 17:05:09 -0500, in Message # 00000141
 Michael Jon Knight <mjknight@smartnet.net> said:

>On Sun, 22 Jun 97 17:01:11 +0100, in Message # 00000139
> Roland X <rolandx@ix.netcom.com> said:
<Snip>
>   "Okay, people, time to move," Blaze says once every-
>one is awake, alert, and stocked up. "We'll head for
>Darath's stronghold and work our way in. Once we reach
>Morgan, or trip an alarm-which, hopefully, won't happen-
>we'll summon the rest of the team physically. I doubt
>that even _we_ could take her out of the Controller's
>lair unnoticed, so from that point it'll be a firefight.
>Anyone who feels vulnerable to heavy weapons fire should
>start working the edges at that point; don't be afraid
>to take flanking positions if the paranormal stuff gets
>fast and thick. Any questions?" His eyes crackle with
>blue fire behind the golden helm and his mask of cool
>self-control.

Knytt, having finished half of the stew himself and returning the
kitchen to its previous state ("Astral Projection takes a lot out of
me," he had mentioned as he started his third bowl.) pipes up.

"Yeah, a few. Do you know where we are going? How many guards we are
facing? Any clues how to get in unnoticed? Will we need disguises? Are
we only focusing on Morgan now, or should we be looking for Driss's
brothers too? Do fuzzy and the rest of the astral group want in on
this?"

<OOC>
Does Morgan want to be rescued now? Will the Controller need more time
to make his clone of Morgan? We are on Night Three and I know I am
chomping at the bit to get things going, but I don't want to wreck the
plan either. And I know there are a couple baddies waiting in the
wings also. Perhaps after discovering Morgan's clone (if that's the
plan) we ought to let some of these other bad guys out of the stables
to run a bit while the main plot steps aside (if gamer feels he needs
a breather) I must admit, looking back on AAE 1 and 2, that perhaps 12
days is too large a scope for a single storyline. Especially when most
of the development *seems* (I could be wrong) to be waiting for the
last day or so.

Anyway, most of this is speculation on my part. I toss it out as food
for thought.
</OOC>
===========================
Date: Sun, 22 Jun 1997 15:33:52 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: Aae-starts with ACTION! <g>

On Sun, 22 Jun 1997 15:30:06 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000143
 "P. Campbell" <xzerrion@u.washington.edu> said:

> On Sun, 22 Jun 97 17:01:11 +0100, in Message # 00000139
> Roland X <rolandx@ix.netcom.com> said:
>    Roland jolts up, suddenly awake. Quickly he draws
> his Blaze persona 'shell' around him like a mental
> armor for what is to come. He rises, his black-and-
> gold armor swirling around him as he dons his gear.

Xzerrion, having been sitting in elvish reverie rather than true
sleep, looks up, his eyes still slightly haunted from old memories. `I
see, is it time for us to be moving?' He shakes his head, warding off
the feeling that he's been through something like this before, with
disastrous results, though before rising, he fingers the old burn
scars on his chest and legs.

>    "Okay, people, time to move," Blaze says once every-
> one is awake, alert, and stocked up. "We'll head for
> Darath's stronghold and work our way in. Once we reach
> Morgan, or trip an alarm-which, hopefully, won't happen-
> we'll summon the rest of the team physically. I doubt
> that even _we_ could take her out of the Controller's
> lair unnoticed, so from that point it'll be a firefight.
> Anyone who feels vulnerable to heavy weapons fire should
> start working the edges at that point; don't be afraid
> to take flanking positions if the paranormal stuff gets
> fast and thick. Any questions?" His eyes crackle with
> blue fire behind the golden helm and his mask of cool
> self-control.

Xzerrion glances at Roland. `No questions, just a reminder. We're here
to get Morgan back and get out, not to lose any more of us. Nobody,
including me, is branching off alone to get captured or killed.' He
blinks back thoughts of the underdark. `I lost my sister trying to go
off on one of these missions without proper planning.'
===========================
Date: Sun, 22 Jun 1997 16:05:53 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: Eyes In the dark(2)

On Sun, 22 Jun 1997 15:53:51, in Message # 00000144
"L.J. Wolfe" <ljwolfe@eee.org> said:

>On Sun, 22 Jun 1997 13:40:13 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000136
>fuzzy <fuzzy@wco.com> said:
>
>>>From: Brian K Foraker <Lyulf@pacbell.net>
>>>  Standing the figure draws himself to his full height some 7 fett
>>>tall. I am trapped in the night world, the realm of dreams awaiting
>>>one who beckons for my aid." 
>
>\This is interesting, The Realm of Dreams, he said?\
>
>Morgan feels Fuzzy look at the crystal ball though her perceptions
>
>\When I can get my hands on the crystal ball, I will be able to open
>a portal direct to Lyulf, If you are sure of his intentions.\
>
>\Morgan, We might be able to do it now, with a 'Working' Link, but
>even if it works it will probably be a significant strain on you.\

Morgan, who has also managed to get some real rest between her psi
practice and counteracting the Controller's chemistry experiments,
responds through the link, <*I haven't had much chance to really get a
feel for this guy yet. Since I presume you folks are coming in after
me tonight, why don't we wait until we can do this in person?*>

<OOC: Since Knytt asked, being rescued tonight is fine with me. My
rescue, or the attempt thereat, will trigger some other plot points
that have been tentatively planned, and then we'll take it from there.
I don't see any need to wait another night.>

<OOC to Dris: Since I figure it'll be easiest for me, I'm setting the
body to give Mr. C. the impression that I've retreated into a
catatonic state. Less of a strain to emulate that than hysteria
(although I'm sure his monitors registered _something_ during my
little outburst earlier <g>).>

<OOC to Lyulf: If any of our punctuation conventions are unclear, feel
free to ask. With several different psi links going, we've had to come
up with ways to make it clear <?> who'd sending what to who.>
===========================
Date: Sun, 22 Jun 1997 17:34:01 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: Eyes In the dark(2)

On Sun, 22 Jun 1997 17:26:34 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000145
fuzzy <fuzzy@wco.com> said:

> On Sun, 22 Jun 1997 15:53:51, in Message # 00000144
> "L.J. Wolfe" <ljwolfe@eee.org> said:
> 
> Morgan, who has also managed to get some real rest between her psi
> practice and counteracting the Controller's chemistry experiments,
> responds through the link, <*I haven't had much chance to really get
> a feel for this guy yet. Since I presume you folks are coming in
> after me tonight, why don't we wait until we can do this in
> person?*>

\Sounds wise to me... See you then.\
===========================
Date: Sun, 22 Jun 1997 17:34:10 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: Aae-starts with ACTION! <g>

On Sun, 22 Jun 1997 19:27:37 -0500, in Message # 00000146
Michael Jon Knight <mjknight@smartnet.net> said:

>On Sun, 22 Jun 1997 15:30:06 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000143
> "P. Campbell" <xzerrion@u.washington.edu> said:
>Xzerrion glances at Roland. `No questions, just a reminder. We're
>here to get Morgan back and get out, not to lose any more of us.
>Nobody, including me, is branching off alone to get captured or
>killed.' He blinks back thoughts of the underdark. `I lost my sister
>trying to go off on one of these missions without proper planning.'

"I agree, though once the fighting starts I will probably be all over
the battlefield. But, I swear now I won't run off on my own because an
enemy is escaping. Or for any other reason, for that matter. We all
stick together. And, I know I want a proper plan before we go too. I
know I've never felt this out-numbered in my life."
===========================
Date: Sun, 22 Jun 1997 17:40:00 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: OOC: Weapons Stashes

On Sun, 22 Jun 1997 17:34:35 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000148
 fuzzy <fuzzy@wco.com> said:

On Fri, 20 Jun 1997, Martin Gerster wrote:

> Obviously, the enchantments are going to be slightly different for
> the missle weapons than for the melee weapons. Had I remembered that
> Fuzzy had also created missle weapons, I would've had Dhyrclhanc add
> some additional enchantments. Hey, it's not too late, yet. Maybe
> I'll take care of that later "down the road" so-to-speak. Perhaps,
> just prior to the big battle scene(sp?) in Dibis? }=8) 

Well Projectiles for the missile weapons anyway... ;)

Dhyrclhanc, I assume was operating from Hyperspace as fuzzy has spent
most of the day on this project. Based on that assumption Dhyrclhanc
may not have noticed that the Stashes are scattered all over the
planet, and some of the Stashes contain Silvered Weapons Rather than
Gold Inlayed.

The Silvered Weapons Stashes are in areas of the planet where
Day/Sulight forces are dominant and the Gold Inlayed Stashes are in
areas where Night/Darkness forces are dominant, all are near (1-2
miles) Villages or Towns.
===========================
From: Martin Gerster <ofgerst@pluto.njcc.com>
Subject: Re: Eyes In the dark(4)
Date: Sun, 22 Jun 97 23:06:56 PDT

> On Sun, 22 Jun 1997 11:36:35, in Message # 00000135
> "L.J. Wolfe" <ljwolfe@eee.org> said:
<snip>
>  Standing the figure draws himself to his full height
> some 7 "feet" tall. I am trapped in the night world, the
> realm of dreams awaiting one who beckons for my aid." 
>  You awaken, the smell of pines and the warmth of a summer
> breeze fill your chamber.

/Wonderfull/ dryly comments the "hyperspaced" Dyrclhanc, through the
Psi-web, /I'm too far away from Dreamtime to be able to check this
guy, and his story, out. Plus, unless I miss my guess, he's either a
Garou or we've got another "StarGod" on our hands! To be honest,
folks, I'm not sure which one would be worse!/

<O.O.C.: Dhyrclhanc is going to take this, I'm sure momentary, break
in the action to recharge his "Sentinel's-Ring"; then he's going on a
brief, transdimensional, "road trip". Assuming all goes well, he'll
return at about the same time he left. So, as far as the rest of you
are concerned, he shouldn't be gone long. }=8)
===========================
Date: Sun, 22 Jun 1997 21:19:07 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Aae:Plans

On Sun, 22 Jun 1997 21:25:40 -0700 (MST), in Message # 00000150
 gamer@host.yab.com said:

 Driss comes out yawning and stretching as Roland makes his call to
arms to go rescue Morgan.
 "I just got back from there a few hours ago. Morgan seems to be
alright, meaning they're not playing literal mind games with your
telepathic link. I can show the best way in, but it's not going to be
easy in any sense of the word and if we go charging in halfcocked
without a plan, which if I may say seems to be a grand specialty of
yours from what I have seen, the immortals here will be in a world of
hurt for a while, and the mortals will be slaughtered."
 He plops down in one of the chairs and sets his feet up on another,
"Let me tell you something I learned when I was visiting differnt
times in Morgan's dimention. It's from some guy named Kipling.

 Rome never looks where she treads,
  Always her heavy hooves fall,
 On our sotmachs, our hearts or our heads;
  And Rome never heeds when we bawl.
 Her sentries pass on- that is all,
  And we gather behind them in hordes,
 And plot to reconquer the Wall,
  With only our tongues for our swords.
 
 We are the Little Folk-we!
  Too little to lover or to hate.
 Leave us alone and you'll see
  How we can drag down the Great!
 We are the worm in the wood?
  We are the rot at the root!
 We are the germ in the blood!
  We are the thorn in the foot!
 
 Mistletoe killing an oak-
  Rats knawing cables in two-
 Mothes making holes in a cloak-
  How they must love what they do!
 Yes, -and we Little Folk too,
  We are as busy as they-
 Working our works out of view-
  Watch and you'll see it some day!
 
 No indeed! We are not strong,
  But we know Peoples that are.
 Yes, and we'll guide them along,
  To smahsh and destroy you in War!
 We shall be slaves just the same?
  Yes, we have always been slaves,
 But you-you will dies of the shame,
  And then we shall dance on your graves!
 
 We are the Little Folk-we!"

 The last notes from Driss's song fade away into the stone walls and
even the noise form the training room is gone. "If we go barging in
there right now, we not only endanger those of us here who can be
killed, but Mogan as well. Who knows what escape plans they have made?
While we fight, they could be sneaking her off to Gods only know
where. Or they could even do worse. The time for action may have come,
but not the call to battle.
 "there are garrison posts and armories all throughout the city. we
want to hit these, destroy weapons, poison food in the mess halls,
hell, even throwing stink-bombs into the barracks where the off-shift
guard are sleeping. Anything that can disable them or make them fight
at less than 100%. We also still need to locate those shield
generators you guys were talking about. I don't know where they are,
and Blacky doesn't know enough about technology to know one if he was
sitting on it."
 Blacky looks indignant at this, and it's hard to tell if he purposely
stuck out his tongue at Driss, or just a normal lizardlike-habit of
tasting the air every few seconds.
 "PLus, we never know, we might be able to rally some support here
inside the city as well. Check the lower class slum areas where people
don't have anything to lose by rising up. So, what do you all think?"
===========================
Date: Sun, 22 Jun 1997 22:04:30 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: AAE: Before the night, conversations in repose.

On Mon, 23 Jun 1997 00:57:55 -0400 (EDT), in Message # 00000151
 Shadow <pookie@pluto.njcc.com> said:

   John wearily drags himself to his feet. He watches the commander
pilot the hovertank. 'The man is skilled.' he thinks to himself. He
calls up a screen of the surrounding area, which shows a forest going
by at high speeds. Rotating the view, he watches the troops weave in
and out of the trees, keeping up with the hovertank. "How...?" he
asks, not knowing just quite what he's asking. Without turning the
commander says, "Grav belt. And their reflexes are much faster than
most human types." Soon they come to an area overlooking the city. The
tank slows and settles into a copse of trees, hidden from prying eyes.
The commander turns to John, "Would you like to inspect the troops?"
John is momentarily flustered, "Ummm, ahhh, yes. Yes I would." They
get out of the tank and watch as the troops set up camp. John walks
along with the commander, trying to at least look like he knows what
is going on. Fortunately, the commander keeps up a running momologue,
introducing and describing the duties and abilities of various
troopers. 
   After a while they finish their tour and John and the commander sit
down to eat. John devours the meal, then goes back for more. He
apologizes, "Sorry, I always get hungry after extended magic use."
Finally he is finished, and the commander asks him what he thinks of
the troops. John thinks a moment, then replies, "Well, they seem very
disciplined. And ready for almost anything. Whoever trained them is to
be commended," the commander smiles at this, but says nothing,
"although it is obvious that he had some good material to work with.
What arena do your men usually work in?"
   The commander pauses while he decides what he can safely mention,
"Usually we're pulling the General's ass out of whatever mess he's
gotten into. Other than that, we work on a mercenary basis with
whichever side the General decides is right. In some places we're
called the Ghost Legion, in others the Shadow Corps. Those are usually
ones we've worked in before though."
   "Why is that?"
   "Well, almost every man you see around youis a ghola. Are you
familiar...?", John waves him to go on. "If a man falls in battle
someone will take a sample for later regrowth."
   "Some think that the troops are Fremen?"
   The commander laughs, "Hear that boys? We're a Fremen warband now."
There are a few assorted laughs and one 'It won't be the first time.'
"No, the eyes only indicate an addiction to melange. the spice can
greatly increase lifespan, among other things. Each member is given a
choice upon entering, either take the spice and make your own way in
the world with only the General's mustering out gift when the trooper
gets tired of fighting, or don't take the spice and receive a full
pension, enough to live like royalty, when you're done. Most take the
spice. Between that and the rejuvenation treatments we got from Tellus
Tertius, we have the potential for a _very_ long lifespan." 
   John just sits and digests this for a moment, "The General won't be
alarmed or upset that you guys are gone?"
   Again the commander seems amused, "No, I think that he would judge
this a special case. Besides, you could always send us back to just
after we left, ne?"
  "True. Why don't we set out the basic plan then I'll catch some
sleep before nightfall."
  John and the commander talk over their plans, and soon John goes
into the tank to sleep some more. The commander turns to the troops,
"You lot are lucky he's been so tired that he never noticed the way
you keep glancing at him. What are you trying to do? Make him
suspicious? You'll get plenty of chances to see him later, without all
of you trying to look at once. And if I catch another covert glance,
that trooper will be digging latrines and _then_, seeing as how we
don't need latrines, filling them back in. Do I make myself clear?" He
glares at them all for a moment, then smiles, "Besides, I've been
recording his every action, so you'll be able to see anything you
miss."
===========================
Date: Sun, 22 Jun 1997 23:19:00 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: Aae:Plans

On Sun, 22 Jun 1997 23:08:36 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000154
 "P. Campbell" <xzerrion@u.washington.edu> said:

<snip>
>  The last notes from Driss's song fade away into the stone walls and
> even the noise form the training room is gone. "If we go barging in
> there right now, we not only endanger those of us here who can be
> killed, but Mogan as well. Who knows what escape plans they have
> made? While we fight, they could be sneaking her off to Gods only
> know where. Or they could even do worse. The time for action may
> have come, but not the call to battle.

Xzerrion matches Driss's look. `I for one have no intention of
starting a fight until we've already accomplished the rescue, by which
point stealth will probly be academic. I believe the plan was to
*sneak* into where they hold Morgan, spoof the monitoring cameras with
a few illusions, and in general try to get as far as we can without
getting spotted. Between my illusions, and the psi-talents of Fuzzy,
John, and Blaze/Roland it should be ridiculously easy to make the
forces of the town think we're just a relief guard force, particularly
if we take note of when the guard changes and replace the next set of
sentries.'

>  "there are garrison posts and armories all throughout the city. we
> want to hit these, destroy weapons, poison food in the mess halls,
> hell, even throwing stink-bombs into the barracks where the
> off-shift guard are sleeping. Anything that can disable them or make
> them fight at less than 100%. We also still need to locate those
> shield generators you guys were talking about. I don't know where
> they are, and Blacky doesn't know enough about technology to know
> one if he was sitting on it."

`I agree with playing with their supplies, but actively raiding
garrissons will just cue them in that we're here, which, if I'm not
mistaken, is what you were saying we should avoid. Many plans have
failed through trying to make things too complex. What we should do is
use the talents this group has to get through with a *minimum* of
bloodshed.'

>  Blacky looks indignant at this, and it's hard to tell if he
> purposely stuck out his tongue at Driss, or just a normal
> lizardlike-habit of tasting the air every few seconds.
>  "PLus, we never know, we might be able to rally some support here
> inside the city as well. Check the lower class slum areas where
> people don't have anything to lose by rising up. So, what do you all
> think?"

`Rousing the slums just brings up the old problem about using inferior
forces as a diversion. I don't want to do that if there's any way
around it. That kind of nonsense is a tactic of my people I've always
despised.'
===========================
Date: Sun, 22 Jun 1997 23:49:03 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: Aae:Plans

On Mon, 23 Jun 1997 01:42:35 -0500, in Message # 00000155
 Michael Jon Knight <mjknight@smartnet.net> said:

>On Sun, 22 Jun 1997 21:25:40 -0700 (MST), in Message # 00000150
> gamer@host.yab.com said:
>
> Driss comes out yawning and stretching as Roland makes his call to
>arms to go rescue Morgan.
> "I just got back from there a few hours ago. Morgan seems to be
>alright, meaning they're not playing literal mind games with your
>telepathic link. I can show the best way in, but it's not going to be
>easy in any sense of the word and if we go charging in halfcocked
>without a plan, which if I may say seems to be a grand specialty of
>yours from what I have seen, the immortals here will be in a world of
>hurt for a while, and the mortals will be slaughtered."

Knytt frowns at this but says nothing.

<Snip of Kipling>
> The last notes from Driss's song fade away into the stone walls and
>even the noise form the training room is gone. "If we go barging in
>there right now, we not only endanger those of us here who can be
>killed, but Mogan as well. Who knows what escape plans they have
>made? While we fight, they could be sneaking her off to Gods only
>know where. Or they could even do worse. The time for action may have
>come, but not the call to battle.

Knytt leans against a wall. His hand idly tracing the lines of the
hilt of his katana. "So we are agreed we want to do something, and
that we aren't ready to be cut down in a gloriously futile gesture of
loyality to our friend, the good lady Morgan...sounds fine to me. I
think we need information on what we are up against."

> "there are garrison posts and armories all throughout the city. we
>want to hit these, destroy weapons, poison food in the mess halls,
>hell, even throwing stink-bombs into the barracks where the off-shift
>guard are sleeping. Anything that can disable them or make them fight
>at less than 100%. We also still need to locate those shield
>generators you guys were talking about. I don't know where they are,
>and Blacky doesn't know enough about technology to know one if he was
>sitting on it."

"This is all well and good, but I am looking for information on the
tower itself. However, my effectiveness will be greatly enhanced by
taking out those teleport shields. The better mental map I can make of
Dibis, the more accurate my teleports will be. Is there anyplace high
up I can see the whole city from? /My satellite would technically
work, but I left the Guide in my pack in the TARDIS and I don't want
too many questions about that from Driss and Blacky and the rest
around here./

> Blacky looks indignant at this, and it's hard to tell if he
>purposely stuck out his tongue at Driss, or just a normal
>lizardlike-habit of tasting the air every few seconds.
> "PLus, we never know, we might be able to rally some support here
>inside the city as well. Check the lower class slum areas where
>people don't have anything to lose by rising up. So, what do you all
>think?"

"I think I just had an idea on how to make it harder to tell that
Morgan is missing. But, I will need a few minutes with his equipment,
and fuzzy's 'Buffy' droid, if he can bear to part with her.

"But first, lets find out how we are going to get in there to begin
with. Any ideas? Blacky, it's your city and your planet."
===========================
Date: Mon, 23 Jun 1997 01:04:04 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: Aae:Plans

On Mon, 23 Jun 1997 00:49:41 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000156
 fuzzy <fuzzy@wco.com> said:

On Mon, 23 Jun 1997 01:42:35 -0500, in Message # 00000155
 Michael Jon Knight <mjknight@smartnet.net> said:

> "I think I just had an idea on how to make it harder to tell that
>Morgan is missing. But, I will need a few minutes with his equipment,
>and fuzzy's 'Buffy' droid, if he can bear to part with her.

\I am sending Triel in, Tell Her to Mimic and Replace, She will
transfer the Bindings and Monitor Connections from Morgan to herself
maintaining Data Flow and Pattern, I had Planned on having the Triel
split do it, and programmed for it, around the possible pre-emptive
rescue yesterday, It will take about two minutes for the process to
compleate safely.\

\Be aware that Nemisis and her Splits are not exactly 'Droids', What
you will be leaving behind is set to make hash out of whatever
penetrates the deception, or anything nearby on command, Then the
Split will return to Nemisis.\

\The Data block I gave Nemisis at her nameing includes all of our
images, some of our illusory images, and some of our opponents images,
on command any Split will assume a given shape, Try tell it by name,
if that doesn't work you will need to have a telepath transmit the
image to the Split.\

About 5 minutes later the Triel Split of Nemisis steps out of the
Etheric Plane next to Knytt.
===========================
Date: Mon, 23 Jun 1997 05:49:06 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: Aae:Plans

On Mon, 23 Jun 1997 08:34:21 -0400, in Message # 00000157
 Caprice <caprice@southeast.net> said:

At 11:08 PM 6/22/97 -0700, P. Campbell wrote:
>Xzerrion matches Driss's look. `I for one have no intention of
>starting a fight until we've already accomplished the rescue, by
>which point stealth will probly be academic. I believe the plan was
>to *sneak* into where they hold Morgan, spoof the monitoring cameras
>with a few illusions, and in general try to get as far as we can
>without getting spotted. Between my illusions, and the psi-talents of
>Fuzzy, John, and Blaze/Roland it should be ridiculously easy to make
>the forces of the town think we're just a relief guard force,
>particularly if we take note of when the guard changes and replace
>the next set of sentries.'

Caprice and Argent are dressed in identical flowing black robes,
making it impossible to tell the difference between the two. They
don't speak, simply exchange glances between themselves.

>`Rousing the slums just brings up the old problem about using
>inferior forces as a diversion. I don't want to do that if there's
>any way around it. That kind of nonsense is a tactic of my people
>I've always despised.'

Argent and Caprice exchange looks and one leaves the room, face
expressionless. The other turns to look at Xzerrion. "I do hope you
know how impossibly arrogant you sound. As if we have the right to
fight for the freedom of this world, but those who live here do not.
For freedom to have meaning it has to be earned, not a gift. Most of
those so-called inferior forces know this city better than we ever
will... and many are more than capable of dealing with the guards. The
reason they haven't is that dealing with the guards will mean little
if more will just be sent in...

"You want hit and run attacks on the guards supplies? Sabotage of the
garrisons? That is nothing the locals couldn't handle. I've little
doubt that some have been doing so already, having no other way to
vent their anger. Why don't you give them the choice, instead of
handing down from on high what we will and will not permit them to do.
Fuzzy's stockpile of weapons could be placed to good use if they want
to rise up in full, or even if they just want to hit-and-run."

Caprice, or is it Argent, clenches her jaw as if to hold back any
angry words.
===========================
Date: Mon, 23 Jun 1997 07:04:14 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: Aae:Plans

On Mon, 23 Jun 1997 08:52:09 -0500, in Message # 00000158
 Michael Jon Knight <mjknight@smartnet.net> said:

>On Mon, 23 Jun 1997 08:34:21 -0400, in Message # 00000157
> Caprice <caprice@southeast.net> said:
>
>At 11:08 PM 6/22/97 -0700, P. Campbell wrote:
>>`I agree with playing with their supplies, but actively raiding
>>garrissons will just cue them in that we're here, which, if I'm not
>>mistaken, is what you were saying we should avoid. Many plans have
>>failed through trying to make things too complex. What we should do
>>is use the talents this group has to get through with a *minimum* of
>>bloodshed.'

"Good Point. Once we have the teleport shields down, we can teleport
Morgan out with ease. For that, matter, the Astral way seems clear. We
could have fuzzy just go in and pick her up, then us on the way out."
<OOC: yeah, I know we've been trying to make this harder, bear with
me, I will come to a point in a minute.>

>"You want hit and run attacks on the guards supplies? Sabotage of the
>garrisons? That is nothing the locals couldn't handle. I've little
>doubt that some have been doing so already, having no other way to
>vent their anger. Why don't you give them the choice, instead of
>handing down from on high what we will and will not permit them to
>do. Fuzzy's stockpile of weapons could be placed to good use if they
>want to rise up in full, or even if they just want to hit-and-run."
>
>Caprice, or is it Argent, clenches her jaw as if to hold back any
>angry words.

"Good point, but I think Xzerrion simply meant using others to draw
the guns away from us. What I was getting at earlier was we are still
no closer to getting Driss's brothers back. Spending some time here
doing some covert detective work would probably turn something up as
to their whereabouts. I think we better scout around, see what we can
learn before we tiptoe in, rescue Morgan and tiptoe out. After all, no
matter what tricks we pull to stay the guards from noticing,
*eventually* someone will find out. If nothing else, in sneaking in,
we may wish to rifle through any important-looking files we come
across. If nothing else, food being shipped to odd places could be a
clue."
===========================
Date: Mon, 23 Jun 1997 07:34:09 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: Aae:Plans

On Mon, 23 Jun 1997 07:19:54, in Message # 00000159
 "L.J. Wolfe" <ljwolfe@eee.org> said:

>On Mon, 23 Jun 1997 01:42:35 -0500, in Message # 00000155
> Michael Jon Knight <mjknight@smartnet.net> said:
>
>Knytt leans against a wall. His hand idly tracing the lines of the
>hilt of his katana. "So we are agreed we want to do something, and
>that we aren't ready to be cut down in a gloriously futile gesture of
>loyality to our friend, the good lady Morgan...sounds fine to me. I
>think we need information on what we are up against."

Morgan's "voice" can be heard through the link. <*Glad to hear it. :-)
The "good lady Morgan" doesn't want her friends cut down in a
gloriously futile gesture, either.*>

>"This is all well and good, but I am looking for information on the
>tower itself. However, my effectiveness will be greatly enhanced by
>taking out those teleport shields. The better mental map I can make
>of Dibis, the more accurate my teleports will be. Is there anyplace
>high up I can see the whole city from? /My satellite would
>technically work, but I left the Guide in my pack in the TARDIS and I
>don't want too many questions about that from Driss and Blacky and
>the rest around here./

<*Astral Roland and I wandered around in here a bit, as did Dris. I
could do a little more recon if it would help, but I'd rather not
stray too far from the bod. Not after that little surgery the
Controller pulled earlier.*> Stray thoughts of various methods of
revenge drift through the link.

>"I think I just had an idea on how to make it harder to tell that
>Morgan is missing. But, I will need a few minutes with his
>equipment, and fuzzy's 'Buffy' droid, if he can bear to part with
>her.

<*Fuzzy, let me know what sort of readings it'll be easiest for the
Nemesis split to give off. I'll start giving that reading occasionally
to make the switch even less noticable.*>

Morgan  /|\
<who's enjoying reading this, even if she can't participate much at
the moment ;-)>
===========================
Date: Mon, 23 Jun 1997 10:19:48 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: Aae:Plans

On Mon, 23 Jun 1997 10:09:38 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000160
 "P. Campbell" <xzerrion@u.washington.edu> said:

> On Mon, 23 Jun 1997 08:34:21 -0400, in Message # 00000157
> Caprice <caprice@southeast.net> said:
>>
>>`Rousing the slums just brings up the old problem about using
>>inferior forces as a diversion. I don't want to do that if there's
>>any way around it. That kind of nonsense is a tactic of my people
>>I've always despised.'
>
> Argent and Caprice exchange looks and one leaves the room, face
> expressionless. The other turns to look at Xzerrion. "I do hope you
> know how impossibly arrogant you sound.

<OOC note : Yes, Xzerrion is extremely arrogant. The Character has
been that way for years. >

> As if we have the right to fight for the freedom of this world, but
> those who live here do not. For freedom to have meaning it has to be
> earned, not a gift. Most of those so-called inferior forces know
> this city better than we ever will... and many are more than capable
> of dealing with the guards. The reason they haven't is that dealing
> with the guards will mean little if more will just be sent in...

Xzerrion sighs. `I understand your point. Just the way I see our
mission, we aren't here to liberate the city, but to make a quick
rescue and get out. If we start a rebellion, then take off before it's
completed, we're inviting the locals to get slaughtered, since I think
if a rebellion was feasible before we arrived, Darath would already be
overthrown.'

> "You want hit and run attacks on the guards supplies? Sabotage of
> the garrisons? That is nothing the locals couldn't handle. I've
> little doubt that some have been doing so already, having no other
> way to vent their anger. Why don't you give them the choice, instead
> of handing down from on high what we will and will not permit them
> to do. Fuzzy's stockpile of weapons could be placed to good use if
> they want to rise up in full, or even if they just want to
> hit-and-run."

`All right. I can see something like that to be within the capability
of local forces. What I want to avoid is the lovely drow trick of
sending a massive wave of ill trained troops forward to clear the way
for the `true warriors.' Are we agreed on that, at least?'

> Caprice, or is it Argent, clenches her jaw as if to hold back any
> angry words.

<OOC : Xzerrion isn't *trying* to tick anyone off. He was just raised
as a noble in the third ranking house of his city, and that has an
effect.>
===========================
Date: Mon, 23 Jun 1997 12:20:04 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: Aae:Plans

On Mon, 23 Jun 97 15:17:44 +0100, in Message # 00000162
 Roland X <rolandx@ix.netcom.com> said:

>On Mon, 23 Jun 1997 08:34:21 -0400, in Message # 00000157
> Caprice <caprice@southeast.net> said:
>
>At 11:08 PM 6/22/97 -0700, P. Campbell wrote:
>>
>>Xzerrion matches Driss's look. `I for one have no intention of
>>starting a fight until we've already accomplished the rescue, by
>>which point stealth will probly be academic. I believe the plan was
>>to *sneak* into where they hold Morgan, spoof the monitoring cameras
>>with a few illusions, and in general try to get as far as we can
>>without getting spotted. Between my illusions, and the psi-talents
>>of Fuzzy, John, and Blaze/Roland it should be ridiculously easy to
>>make the forces of the town think we're just a relief guard force,
>>particularly if we take note of when the guard changes and replace
>>the next set of sentries.'

   "Correct," Blaze says evenly. "We are doing this _quietly._ I don't
want anyone to know we're here until at _least_ the point where we
reach Morgan. It would be better if the Controller didn't know she was
gone until we were out of the city, but if I'm going to make a wish I
might as well wish for all of us to be joking about this back at
Callahan's."

>>`I agree with playing with their supplies, but actively raiding
>>garrissons will just cue them in that we're here, which, if I'm not
>>mistaken, is what you were saying we should avoid. Many plans have
>>failed through trying to make things too complex. What we should do
>>is use the talents this group has to get through with a *minimum* of
>>bloodshed.'

   "No poison. No stink-bombs. We only do things that could be
attributed to accident or professional criminal activity. Xzerrion is
right, and at the moment Morgan is our _only_ priority."

>"You want hit and run attacks on the guards supplies? Sabotage of the
>garrisons? That is nothing the locals couldn't handle. I've little
>doubt that some have been doing so already, having no other way to
>vent their anger. Why don't you give them the choice, instead of
>handing down from on high what we will and will not permit them to
>do. Fuzzy's stockpile of weapons could be placed to good use if they
>want to rise up in full, or even if they just want to hit-and-run."
>
>Caprice, or is it Argent, clenches her jaw as if to hold back any
>angry words.

   "And _if_ we were here to start a revolution, you'd be right. But
this has _nothing_ to do with the locals, and we are time-travellers.
Since we are also in another dimension, the chance for temporal snarls
is low-except for the older Driscoll-" Blaze does not turn from
Caprice when he says this- "but I'd rather not take any chances. We
get Morgan out _quietly,_ rescue the brothers, and get the hell out of
here."
   Then, through the psi-web (and NOT to Driscoll): *Remember, people,
Driscoll will _destroy_ this reality in five years. This whole world
will come to an end soon. I hate to say it, but there's nothing we can
really do for these people. We have to prevent Darath or the
Controller from gaining the Harlequin God's powers. THAT'S IT. We
rescue the brothers and get out of here.*
===========================
Date: Mon, 23 Jun 1997 13:03:38 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: Aae:Plans

On Mon, 23 Jun 1997 12:42:54 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000164
 fuzzy <fuzzy@wco.com> said:

> On Mon, 23 Jun 1997 07:19:54, in Message # 00000159
> "L.J. Wolfe" <ljwolfe@eee.org> said:
> 
>>On Mon, 23 Jun 1997 01:42:35 -0500, in Message # 00000155
>> Michael Jon Knight <mjknight@smartnet.net> said:
[snip]
>>"I think I just had an idea on how to make it harder to tell that
>>Morgan is missing. But, I will need a few minutes with his
>>equipment, and fuzzy's 'Buffy' droid, if he can bear to part with
>>her.
> 
> <*Fuzzy, let me know what sort of readings it'll be easiest for the
> Nemesis split to give off. I'll start giving that reading
> occasionally to make the switch even less noticable.*>

\The Nemisis split can handle mimicing all normal humanoid Medical
readings including bio-electric fields and low resolution Aura
representations, by default the current program will copy what you are
doing during the swap then 4 hours later start slowly to show Normal
Human responses to the situation. ie the Sense-Dep and Chemicals will
start to be effective in apperance., You can reset the timer
telepathicly on that if you want to.\

\The Split will assume Silent Running when the command is given,
Silent Running ignores non-telepathic Commands.\

> Morgan  /|\
> <who's enjoying reading this, even if she can't participate much at
> the moment ;-)>

  ttfn
Fuzzy
<Enjoy...>
===========================
Date: Mon, 23 Jun 1997 13:03:48 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: Aae:Plans

On Mon, 23 Jun 1997 12:55:58 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000165
 fuzzy <fuzzy@wco.com> said:

On Mon, 23 Jun 1997 10:09:38 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000160
 "P. Campbell" <xzerrion@u.washington.edu> said:
>> On Mon, 23 Jun 1997 08:34:21 -0400, in Message # 00000157
>> Caprice <caprice@southeast.net> said:
> 
>>>`Rousing the slums just brings up the old problem about using
>>>inferior forces as a diversion. I don't want to do that if there's
>>>any way around it. That kind of nonsense is a tactic of my people
>>> I've always despised.'

\The attitude does you some credit, But you keep missing the point
that We are not planning at any point to Use them as a Diversion, We
are offering them the Chance to take advantage of the Damage we are
going to do, and if things get noisy the chance to use us as a
Diversion.\

> Xzerrion sighs. `I understand your point. Just the way I see our
> mission, we aren't here to liberate the city, but to make a quick
> rescue and get out. If we start a rebellion, then take off before
> it's completed, we're inviting the locals to get slaughtered, since
> I think if a rebellion was feasible before we arrived, Darath would
> already be overthrown.'

\You are under-estimating the power of the Status-Quo, Revolutions
usually require a Trigger, Our activities 'if they know about them'
are a less painfull Trigger than... Say the whole-sale slaughter of a
few Villages to feed some Dark God, or Just for Fun.\

>> "You want hit and run attacks on the guards supplies? Sabotage of
>> the garrisons? That is nothing the locals couldn't handle. I've
>> little doubt that some have been doing so already, having no other
>> way to vent their anger. Why don't you give them the choice,
>> instead of handing down from on high what we will and will not
>> permit them to do. Fuzzy's stockpile of weapons could be placed to
>> good use if they want to rise up in full, or even if they just want
>> to hit-and-run."

\That's what they were made for.\

> `All right. I can see something like that to be within the
> capability of local forces. What I want to avoid is the lovely drow
> trick of sending a massive wave of ill trained troops forward to
> clear the way for the `true warriors.' Are we agreed on that, at
> least?'

\To me that goes without saying, Because I would probably Kill anyone
who suggested other-wise.\ :|

> <OOC : Xzerrion isn't *trying* to tick anyone off. He was just
> raised as a noble in the third ranking house of his city, and that
> has an effect.>

<OOC: Detailed Characters can be so much fun.>
===========================
Date: Mon, 23 Jun 1997 13:05:22 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: OOC: Re: Aae:Plans

On Mon, 23 Jun 1997 13:01:27 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000166
 fuzzy <fuzzy@wco.com> said:

On Mon, 23 Jun 97 15:17:44 +0100, in Message # 00000162
 Roland X <rolandx@ix.netcom.com> said:
[Snip and a half]
>    Then, through the psi-web (and NOT to Driscoll):
> *Remember, people, Driscoll will _destroy_ this reality
> in five years. This whole world will come to an end soon.
> I hate to say it, but there's nothing we can really do
> for these people. We have to prevent Darath or the Con-
> troller from gaining the Harlequin God's powers. THAT'S
> IT. We rescue the brothers and get out of here.*

<OOC: Fuzzy will not mention it but it has occured to him, that If the
team fails and Darath the God wins, then the Destruction may be
avoided, A dead fool doesn't get much chance to do anything.>
===========================
Date: Mon, 23 Jun 1997 15:04:22 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: AAE : Where is Drisonel?

On Mon, 23 Jun 1997 14:55:29 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000167
 "P. Campbell" <xzerrion@u.washington.edu> said:

Meanwhile, Drisonel and the remnants of her force (including the house
mage, the weaponsmaster, and about 25 drow warriors) are in another
warehouse in the same city. Drisonel gnashes her teeth and paces back
and forth near the house mage, who studies a crystal ball.

`Have you found them yet?' she asks impatiently.

`Which ones, my Matron?' he replies abstractedly, gazing deeper into
the crystal. `I think I have a track on the Golem, and a small group
of the CAoL. Some of the others have vanished, though. Morgan's under
some kind of screen, and I don't know what happened to John, Fuzzy, or
the Lensdragon.'

<OOC : Anybody else under shield from scrying? I honestly don't
remember.>

`Keep searching. If we have to retreat from this place, I want them
*all* dead. The Controller, Gaunt, Darath, Morgan, Knight, Roland, and
especially Xzerrion. The rest of the CAoL too, but them most of all.'

The weaponsmaster interjects, `Matron, how practical is that, given
our current -'

*crack*

He is cut off by a blow from her snake-headed whip.

`Find a way. You were the best strategist and warrior in Undraeth,
were you not?' she snarls menacingly. `Prove it.'

- Xzerrion
===========================
Date: Mon, 23 Jun 1997 16:19:37 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: OOC: Re: Aae:Plans

On Mon, 23 Jun 1997 16:14:54 -0700 (MST), in Message # 00000172
  gamer@host.yab.com said:

> On Mon, 23 Jun 1997 13:01:27 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000166
>  fuzzy <fuzzy@wco.com> said:
> 
> <OOC: Fuzzy will not mention it but it has occured to him, that If
> the team fails and Darath the God wins, then the Destruction may be
> avoided, A dead fool doesn't get much chance to do anything.>

 Yeh, and then large parts of AAE2 can never happen, This AAE probably
wouldn't happen because Chaos wouldn't care anything about the CaoL to
recommend their services to Driscoll, and Knytt would rip out all his
hair pondering the huge paradox. ;-)
===========================
Date: Mon, 23 Jun 1997 18:19:34 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: Aae:Plans

On Mon, 23 Jun 1997 21:04:15 -0400, in Message # 00000174
 Caprice <caprice@southeast.net> said:

>On Mon, 23 Jun 97 15:17:44 +0100, in Message # 00000162
> Roland X <rolandx@ix.netcom.com> said:
>   Then, through the psi-web (and NOT to Driscoll):
>*Remember, people, Driscoll will _destroy_ this reality
>in five years. This whole world will come to an end soon.
>I hate to say it, but there's nothing we can really do
>for these people. We have to prevent Darath or the Con-
>troller from gaining the Harlequin God's powers. THAT'S
>IT. We rescue the brothers and get out of here.*

*So in the meantime we should let these people rot... because in five
years they will be dead anyway?* Caprice breaks off contact with the
CAoL link before she lets things get too colorful.

(OOC: There is a potential for paradox already, as Argent knows about
Quaren's destruction from her link with Caprice... just to make people
sweat some.)
===========================