Action, Adventure, Excitement, Part 3 Chapter 19 Date: Sun, 13 Jul 1997 23:47:49 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: aae-turning tides. On Sun, 13 Jul 1997 23:32:10 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000413 fuzzy said: > On Sat, 12 Jul 1997 20:32:57 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000403 > fuzzy said: > > #30 Seconds ETC, New Weapon Configuration, Elemental Plasma Pulse# > > Fuzzy grabs a hand full of Daggers from the passing Bale-Hound and > starts jumping around like a flea on a hot gridle, Jamming a dagger > into a Mech joint whenever he gets the Chance. Driss, and Roscoe arrive Dris departs... #New Configuration, Ready for test firing# "\Roscoe, I am glad you are here, I am not absolutly sure what this thing is going to do, and If I go down I may need someone to keep the pests at bay until I come around. But you might want to be not too close...\" Fuzzy swings the Large Rifle into position to take a shot at the Hatchetman's upper torso. \Why do I think I've forgtten something...\ A quick check to be sure no friendlies are too near... Fuzzy Fires The air in the beam path glows in the ultraviolet due to the temperature at the beam edges. One arm of the Mech is severed at the shoulder, the cut edges glowing a Bright Blue-White from the heat. Roscoe catches a incomprehensible thought from Fuzzy as Fuzzy impacts the Wall behind him at almost mach 2... \(.5m(v^2))\ CHRASHHH The building collapses on top of Fuzzy. ttfn Fuzzy =========================== Date: Mon, 14 Jul 1997 01:17:48 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: aae-turning tides. On Mon, 14 Jul 1997 04:03:19 -0400 (EDT), in Message # 00000414 Shadow said: > On Sun, 13 Jul 1997 23:32:10 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000413 > fuzzy said: > > Fuzzy Fires > > The air in the beam path glows in the ultraviolet due to the > temperature at the beam edges. > > One arm of the Mech is severed at the shoulder, the cut edges > glowing a Bright Blue-White from the heat. In Fuzzy's mind a voice which had been singing Freefallin' by Tom Petty cuts off with an /Oh Shit!/ > Roscoe catches a incomprehensible thought from Fuzzy as Fuzzy > impacts the Wall behind him at almost mach 2... \(.5m(v^2))\ > CHRASHHH The building collapses on top of Fuzzy. John, his staff suddenly glowing brightly, contorts himself desperately as he tries to reorient on a different portion of the hatchetman's anatomy. He manages to point himself diagonally across the chest area, and his staff digs in as he glances off the armor. He comes to a stop by the leg, hanging from his staff by one arm. Across the chest there is a long scar where it was ripped open. John hangs there a moment to catch his breath, then materializes another stick and proceeds to climb his way up to the remaining shoulder, chopping off any weapons platforms on his way. =========================== Date: Mon, 14 Jul 1997 05:02:43 -0700 (PDT) Subject: AAE: In a back alley... On Mon, 14 Jul 1997 08:25:39 -0400 (EDT), in Message # 00000415 caprice said: With the arrival of the CAoL, the rebels' cause no longer looked so hopeless. As the rebels rallied yet again, Argent broke off from the main group. The enemy sent troops as reinforcements, and she wanted to find them before they hooked up with the main army. With her clothing and hair died with blood, she looked more gules[1] than argent[2]... Argent turned a corner to find a small contingent of Drow, with the Weaponsmaster at the head. As she raised her sword to defend herself, she wondered if she would make it out of here alive... and remembering the dreams she had once had, of finding something other than death in his arms... ...wondered if she wanted to. ---- [1] Heraldic term for the color red [2] Heraldic term for silver, also used for white (the two are treated the same in heraldry.) =========================== Date: Mon, 14 Jul 1997 07:18:03 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: Aae-Driss's return? On Mon, 14 Jul 1997 07:04:00, in Message # 00000416 "L.J. Wolfe" said: >On Sun, 13 Jul 1997 18:48:22 -0700 (MST), in Message # 00000412 > gamer@host.yab.com said: > > The air near Fuzzy shimmers and Driss and Roscoe appear standing >next to fuzzy in teh Midst of the battle. > /Glad to see you're back in one piece/ remarks Fuzzy, still mostly >concentrating on the creation of hte new weapon. Morgan, still resting in Roland's arms from the days (nights?) trials, notices his return and also registers relief. At her beloved's raised eyebrow, she says, "Well, I was worried about him," And kisses him lest he question where her heart now lay. > Driss just lay there. He stretched his mind to Morgan, using >Roscoe's mind as an amplifier for his own. He had to know if this was >true. He had to know from her. Their minds touched. Suddenly he was >seeing things through her eyes. feeling with her heart, even as his >own was breaking. He could feel the raw emotion. Love. Passion. >Feelings she once held for him, and he for her as he now realized. He >wanted to scream. He wanted to call out to her. He wanted to tell her >how he had really felt. But nothing would come, the vocal chords of >his mind froze. All he could do was watch, watch and despair. > [Driss? Are you ok? Snap out of it!] Roscoe's mind seemed to be >screaming at his how, yet still seemed a million miles away. Finalyl >he managed to break himself away. he had only touched Morgan's mind >for the briefest second, but it seemed like years. Morgan felt the brief touch, but, at first, her concious mind didn't register it. > He only now noticed the burning of his eyes and the wetness on his >cheeks. Roscoe and Fuzzy were both looking at him with concerned >looks on their faces. Trying to recover what dignity he could and >re-compose himself, Driss got to his feet. He tried to spoke with >authority, with confidence, but what came out was more a hoarse >whisper, "I have something I need to do, someplace I have to go. I'll >be back... maybe." Then she picked up Fuzzy and Roscoe's thoughts, and knew what had happened. She sat up, whispering, "Oh, Gods." > Before anyone could ask what was so wrong, the cloak was wrapped >around the immortal, turnign him invisible, and he was running with >huge leaps and bounds in the 7-league boots, covering miles with >every step. Soon he was far away from Dibis. Far away from Misern. >far away from... her. <*Dris?!*> Her mind called out to his on their old link, but he was gone. All that remained was the echo of the loss, the grief. If only.... lots of "if only"s, but none of them made any difference now. "Morgan?" Roland looked at her with concern. She sighed, a sound almost more like a sob, and her eyes glistened as she buried her face in his neck. He held her close, silently, waiting for _her_ to be ready to talk. > when he stopped, he flopped down onto the snow of the mountainside >and finally gave out the scream that had been building up inside. >Tears fell freely down his cheeks and made little tunnels in the snow >where they hit. His cries echoed off the mountains, and the tribe of >goblins nearby closed all teh bolt-holes to their lairs and hid from >it. Shiela he had lost because of his actions. He swore never to fall >in love again, but no one can fully master their heart. He fell for >Morgan, so he ran. But he never could run all the way away from her. >he always found himself coming back. sometimes, expecially most >recently, he didn't let her know he was there, but he had to see her. >to watch her. And now she was lost due to his inactivity. What was he >supposed to do? If he let them get close, they died. but to keep them >at arms length, they leave. And the whole time, the burning lonliness >eats away at him. when would it end? when? When? WHEN??? > He found himself screaming it to the mountains, but it didn't echo >back, instead, all that returned was the all to familiar chuckling. Morgan /|\ =========================== Date: Mon, 14 Jul 1997 10:48:04 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: Aae-Driss's return? On Mon, 14 Jul 97 13:34:22 +0100, in Message # 00000417 Roland X said: >On Mon, 14 Jul 1997 07:04:00, in Message # 00000416 > "L.J. Wolfe" said: > >>On Sun, 13 Jul 1997 18:48:22 -0700 (MST), in Message # 00000412 >> gamer@host.yab.com said: >> >> The air near Fuzzy shimmers and Driss and Roscoe appear standing >>next to fuzzy in teh Midst of the battle. >> /Glad to see you're back in one piece/ remarks Fuzzy, still mostly >>concentrating on the creation of hte new weapon. > >Morgan, still resting in Roland's arms from the days (nights?) >trials, notices his return and also registers relief. At her >beloved's raised eyebrow, she says, "Well, I was worried about him," >And kisses him lest he question where her heart now lay. Roland chuckled and held Morgan close. *We're Callahanians, my love. We're supposed to worry about each other.* >> [Driss? Are you ok? Snap out of it!] Roscoe's mind seemed to be >>screaming at his how, yet still seemed a million miles away. Finalyl >>he managed to break himself away. he had only touched Morgan's mind >>for the briefest second, but it seemed like years. > >Morgan felt the brief touch, but, at first, her concious mind didn't >register it. Roland looked up into the air, a cold chill passing over him. /No...it can't be./ >> He only now noticed the burning of his eyes and the wetness on his >>cheeks. Roscoe and Fuzzy were both looking at him with concerned >>looks on their faces. Trying to recover what dignity he could and >>re-compose himself, Driss got to his feet. He tried to spoke with >>authority, with confidence, but what came out was more a hoarse >>whisper, "I have something I need to do, someplace I have to go. >>I'll be back... maybe." > >Then she picked up Fuzzy and Roscoe's thoughts, and knew what had >happened. She sat up, whispering, "Oh, Gods." Roland feels ashamed at the short burst of relief when he realizes that she _wasn't_ sensing what he'd feared. "Mother of Light..." >> when he stopped, he flopped down onto the snow of the mountainside >>and finally gave out the scream that had been building up inside. >>Tears fell freely down his cheeks and made little tunnels in the >>snow where they hit. His cries echoed off the mountains, and the >>tribe of goblins nearby closed all teh bolt-holes to their lairs and >>hid from it. Shiela he had lost because of his actions. He swore >>never to fall in love again, but no one can fully master their >>heart. He fell for Morgan, so he ran. But he never could run all the >>way away from her. he always found himself coming back. sometimes, >>expecially most recently, he didn't let her know he was there, but >>he had to see her. to watch her. And now she was lost due to his >>inactivity. What was he supposed to do? If he let them get close, >>they died. but to keep them at arms length, they leave. And the >>whole time, the burning lonliness eats away at him. when would it >>end? when? When? WHEN??? >> He found himself screaming it to the mountains, but it didn't echo >>back,instead, all that returned was the all to familiar chuckling. Roland looked up, a different chill coming to him at the sound of that barely human howl of grief. /This is going to be difficult,/ he thought, holding Morgan more tightly to him as he discovered a gift for understatement. and fuzzy said: >Roscoe catches a incomprehensible thought from Fuzzy as Fuzzy impacts >the Wall behind him at almost mach 2... \(.5m(v^2))\ CHRASHHH >The building collapses on top of Fuzzy. *Morgan.* Roland turned carefully so as not to jostle her, until he was looking in her eyes. He wanted desperately to give her the time she needed to heal from this. He could almost forget this world for her, but the Callahanians... ...he smiled inwardly at the claidhmor imbedded in the ground scant feet away from them. Maybe... maybe this was just what she needed. Newfound power flowed easily from him into her. *Morgan. They need us.* also, Caprice said: > Argent turned a corner to find a small contingent of Drow, with >the Weaponsmaster at the head. As she raised her sword to defend >herself, she wondered if she would make it out of here alive... and >remembering the dreams she had once had, of finding something other >than death in his arms... > ...wondered if she wanted to. *The tide of battle is turning against them.* He kissed Morgan lightly on the forehead. *We must go, Little Flower.* =========================== Date: Mon, 14 Jul 1997 11:49:58 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE: In a back alley... On Mon, 14 Jul 1997 11:45:50 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000419 "P. Campbell" said: > On Mon, 14 Jul 1997 08:25:39 -0400 (EDT), in Message # 00000415 > caprice said: > > Argent turned a corner to find a small contingent of Drow, with > the Weaponsmaster at the head. As she raised her sword to defend > herself, she wondered if she would make it out of here alive... and > remembering the dreams she had once had, of finding something other > than death in his arms... > ...wondered if she wanted to. Ak'hasta (yes, I just gave the weaponsmaster a name) freezes for a moment, then places a hand on his sword, gesturing for his drow to spread out. `So, Argent,' he breathes. `Which side are you on this time? You could have killed me back there. If you are truly part of these ... rebels ... you were unwise to miss that opportunity. In any case, you'd best surrender and let our house mage have a look at you.' Beneath his cold tone, Argent can see something else in his eyes, something the weaponsmaster is afraid to admit, even to himself, and certainly to her or his soldiers. (OOC : Had to throw in the complication. Your turn :) ) - Xzerrion =========================== Date: Mon, 14 Jul 1997 12:03:39 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: aae-turning tides. On Mon, 14 Jul 1997 11:58:07 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000420 "P. Campbell" said: On Sun, 13 Jul 1997, caprice wrote: > Caprice inhales deeply... brave-but-stupid award> Those words through the link are the only > warning that Caprice gives... Xzerrion sends across the link, <* Wait, Caprice, don't be a ... *>. Too late. > Any listening to her through the CAoL link will hear a whispered > chorus of voices, from all walks of life, working together > desperately to save the one life they share. `Dear. Gods.' Xzerrion gasps. Suddenly, the battle raging around seems irrelevant. He cannot let another friend die. Abandoning his position on the rooftops, Xzerrion leaps into the street, Frostbite and Cobra a blur in his hands as he slices through drow guards, orcs, and giant spiders alike. One blade slips through his guard, gouging his left arm, but he never notices other than to send a blade through the wielder's heart as he fights toward the assassin's guild. At the entrance, he is faced with a pair of guards, who ready wapons distrustfully at the sight of an angry, desperate drow elf. Summoning all the dignity from his eighty years of life as a drow noble, Xzerrion snarls, `One side!' Startled, the guards momentarily step back, and Xzerrion is through the door, and quickly in the training room, where he sees Caprice bleeding on the floor. Without pausing for thought, he tears his house sigil off his neck and places it around hers. <* One of you can use this ... there is power here to bring her ... you ... back. There are enough of you in there to control the influence. Just heal yourself. The demon within holds no power unless you let it. *> - Xzerrion =========================== Date: Mon, 14 Jul 1997 13:20:22 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re:AAE: Rebel Yell On Mon, 14 Jul 1997 20:01:16 -0700, in Message # 00000421 Gareth L Owen said: ... the two warriors spurred their mounts forward, the knight leaning forward settled in his spurs, shield close in front of him, Stranger lower with the lance freer, ready to dodge as required. As they closed Stranger's lens glowed briefly and Stranger felt an echo in his mind, an immortal soul on fire, memories flooded into him, emotions long buried, enough pain to last forever. "Driss?" And he faltered. The knights lance caught him in the shoulder, he cartwheeled from his mount, his own lance splintering, trapped against the floor. He hit the ground heavily, crying out in pain, blood spraying across the street. The knight turned at the end of his run and dropped his lance. He dropped from his horse and took a flail from the saddle. Kitty turned and stood over her fallen comrade, eyes regarding the approaching knight coldly. "No." gasped Stranger, pushing himself to his feet with his good left arm. "I accepted single combat and am not ready to yield." Kitty looked at him incredulously "Are you out of your mind? He'll kill you." "Yeah, so what?" The knight threw his helmet aside and dropped into a ready position, flail circling slowly. "Who's talking boldly now then?" Stranger drew his longsword as Kitty stepped aside. His right arm lay uselessly by his side, blood flowing freely from it. He had to finish this quickly. The knight lunged, flail whislting inches from Stranger's face as Stranger staggered back out of range. The knight pressed forwards, forcing Stranger to drop back faster and further. Stranger decided he was ready, now or never. He parried the flail, ducking and spinning, the flail wrapped around his sword, circling above Strangers head, as Stranger spun on his heel. The flail eventually wrapped fully around the sword, which Stranger released, leaving the knight with two useless weapons in his hand. Continuing his spin, Stranger came up in a ragged approximation of an iajutsu draw with his ninjato. It wasn't perfect, it wasn't particularly powerful, it wasn't even especially precise, but it did slice open the knights head at eye level, carving off a huge chunk of brain and killing him instantly. The knight fell over. So did Stranger. "Kitty, I don't feel so good." Everything went black. ++++ On a rooftop overlooking the fighting a dark figure crouched. A lens on his wrist glowed faintly with swirling irridescant patterns. "Well, well, Stranger, you surprise me, revealing your weakness so openly. Please don't die yet, not before I get a chance to kill you." ++++ The Stranger =========================== Date: Mon, 14 Jul 1997 14:33:42 -0700 (PDT) Subject: RE: Aae-Driss's return? On Mon, 14 Jul 1997 14:29:00 -0700, in Message # 00000422 Lorena Wolfe said: > On Mon, 14 Jul 97 13:34:22 +0100, in Message # 00000417 > Roland X said: > > *Morgan.* Roland turned carefully so as not to > jostle her, until he was looking in her eyes. He > wanted desperately to give her the time she needed > to heal from this. He could almost forget this world > for her, but the Callahanians... > ...he smiled inwardly at the claidhmor imbedded > in the ground scant feet away from them. Maybe... > maybe this was just what she needed. Newfound power > flowed easily from him into her. > *Morgan. They need us.* Morgan sighed. She was still so weary from fighting off the poison, from what she's been through with Gaunt. But he was right - their friends needed them. She absently reached her hand toward the claidhmor, and it flew to her. Morgan stared at her hand, then looked at Roland. "Did I just do that?" > *The tide of battle is turning against them.* > He kissed Morgan lightly on the forehead. > *We must go, Little Flower.* <*Yes, beloved, we must.*> The new nickname warmed her heart. <*Lead on, Rodhlann.*> Morgan /|\ =========================== Date: Mon, 14 Jul 1997 14:48:12 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re:AAE: Rebel Yell On Mon, 14 Jul 1997 16:37:21 -0500, in Message # 00000423 Michael Jon Knight said: >On Mon, 14 Jul 1997 20:01:16 -0700, in Message # 00000421 > Gareth L Owen said: > >The knight fell over. > >So did Stranger. > >"Kitty, I don't feel so good." > >Everything went black. "Aw, crap..." Knytt said as she got out of the gunner's chair again. "Now, we got three down and one with the mother of all broken hearts. Well, Roscoe's with Fuzzy, and Xzerrion is with Caprice, so I'll take Stranger. Maybe Ace packed some 25th century first aid in here," she added hefting the bag over her shoulder. *Yes, I am getting tired of playing with this thing anyway. John, if you have any more gunners, we have a lasercannon that could use manning. I am going to inform our players in the field of the latest developments. A few may be interested.* "Ok, be careful." Pyewackett vanishes and appears without any pretense sitting in the snow in front of Driss. *A man who appears to be one of your brothers is lying in the assassins' Guild training room with Caprice, Xzerrion and Squee, the person Roscoe was searching for.* Pyewackett vanishes and appears in front of Roscoe and Fuzzy in the same fashion. *Squee is in the Guild training room with a man who appears to be Driss' brother. Caprice and Xzerrion are there also.* Pyewackett vanishes again and appears next to Squee. The feline God flops down, stretching out on the training room floor. *Hello Squee. Been a rough day, hasn't it?* Pyewackett purrs soothingly. Meanwhile, Knytt vanishs from beside the laser cannon and appears next to Kitty and Stranger. "Hello, need a hand?" --Knytt and Pyewackett =========================== Date: Mon, 14 Jul 1997 15:33:04 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: aae-turning tides. On Mon, 14 Jul 1997 15:15:58 PDT, in Message # 00000424 "Caprice Davis" said: Quoth Xzerrion: > Without pausing for thought, he tears his house sigil off his neck >and places it around hers. <* One of you can use this ... there is >power here to bring her ... you ... back. There are enough of you in >there to control the influence. Just heal yourself. The demon within >holds no power unless you let it. *> The minds within juggle the power... magic users joining forces, directing, healing, guarding, each according to his/her specialty... the others add their will to the working and holding back the demonic influence... ... the most profound expression of which is a child's personality mentally giving the demon a raspberry *Phhhbt!* Caprice's body sits up, her wounds healed, and very carefully removes the sigil and returns it to Xzerrion. "Thank you... I... we... need a moment to... um... pull ourselves together." She seems embarrassed perhaps, but slowly the minds pull themselves together into the gesalt known as Caprice. =========================== Date: Mon, 14 Jul 1997 15:48:02 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE: In a back alley... On Mon, 14 Jul 1997 15:38:34 PDT, in Message # 00000425 "Caprice Davis" said: Quoth Xzerrion: >Ak'hasta (yes, I just gave the weaponsmaster a name) freezes for a >moment, then places a hand on his sword, gesturing for his drow to >spread out. > >`So, Argent,' he breathes. `Which side are you on this time? You >could have killed me back there. If you are truly part of these ... >rebels ... you were unwise to miss that opportunity. In any case, >you'd best surrender and let our house mage have a look at you.' Argent smiled coldly, "Better to ask which ONE am I this time... but I am on my own side, to wash away the stain on my mother's line in drow blood... " >Beneath his cold tone, Argent can see something else in his eyes, >something the weaponsmaster is afraid to admit, even to himself, and >certainly to her or his soldiers. "I will not surrender, Ak'hasta. I challange you to single combat... let us prove which is the true master..." Argent knew what would happen to her in the hands of the house mage... better to die at Ak'hasta's hands, earning him glory for slaying the traitor... a final gift to him, though he would never know it... She stepped forward, her sword at ready. She would fight for a standstill. Finally, too late, she had found her heart... and she knew she could not kill him. =========================== Date: Mon, 14 Jul 1997 16:33:07 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: aae-turning tides. On Mon, 14 Jul 1997 16:57:26 -0700 (MST), in Message # 00000426 gamer@host.yab.com said: > On Sun, 13 Jul 1997 23:32:10 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000413 > fuzzy said: > > Roscoe catches a incomprehensible thought from Fuzzy as Fuzzy > impacts the Wall behind him at almost mach 2... \(.5m(v^2))\ > CHRASHHH The building collapses on top of Fuzzy. Roscoe wastes no time, shifting into the shape of a giant Mole. Claws rip through the stoen of the building, burrowing down with amazing speed to Fuzzy. A few moments later, he was free of the stone, but Roscoe didn't know what to do next. [Guys! Fuzzy's hurt, and I don't know one end of a bandaid from another, expecially not quiet knowing what species he is! I need some help!] Unfortunately, the approaching figures were's Callihanians, but three Lizard-like figures, two armed with glowing battle axes, and one covered in arcane symbols branded into his skin. "I'm _not_ in a mood for this right now so I'm going to keep this short!" Growled Roscoe as he disappeared from sight as he shifted into a gnat. only to appear again in the form of an Ogre behind one of the axemen. Huge hands crush the lizard's head before he can cry out. The second warrior executes a graceful flip in the air, swinging out with the axe at Roscoe's head, but the head is gone as Roscoe shifts into a squat turtle-like lizard with a heavily spiked shell on its back adn a spiked tail which lay right where the Lizard was to land. Impaling itself, it took Roscoe a few thrashes to get the corpse off his tail. Turning to the Mage and wondering why he hadn't attacked yet, he sees why. A thin cord is wrapped so tightly around its throat that its bitten into the scales. Turning to check on Fuzzy, Roscoe almost attacks the Lizard figure standing over Fuzzy before he realizes it's Blacky. Blacky acts quickly, crumpling dried leaves into any open wounds, then smearing a cream over them with a small stick. The cream smokes as it touches Fuzzy's flesh, but the wounds seal almost instantly. "One who knowsss of poissson alssso should know of medicine. Give him sssome of thessse leavessss to chew when he awakensss. They will help mend broken bonesss as well asss dull the pain." Tossing a small pouch from his cloak to Roscoe's feet, Blacky is running off again and up the side of a building adn out of sight. =========================== Date: Mon, 14 Jul 1997 17:18:03 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: aae-turning tides. On Mon, 14 Jul 1997 17:03:11 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000427 fuzzy said: > On Mon, 14 Jul 1997 16:57:26 -0700 (MST), in Message # 00000426 > gamer@host.yab.com said: > > "One who knowsss of poissson alssso should know of medicine. Give > him sssome of thessse leavessss to chew when he awakensss. They will > help mend broken bonesss as well asss dull the pain." > Tossing a small pouch from his cloak to Roscoe's feet, Blacky is > running off again and up the side of a building adn out of sight. A minute of two later, a sound is heard from Fuzzy... #Mommy, where are you Mommy, I Hurt, I'm Cold, Wher are you Mommy# Sounding much like a lost and cold kitten, but more urgent... Roscoe (Whom I am assuming doesn't understand), slips a few leaves between Fuzzy's lips, and pets fuzzy gently, the way he would reassure a hurt Cub. A short time after that \#CNS Repairs Compleate, Lord Fuzzy, Status Check#\ \#I think whatever this is in my mouth is some kind of an analgesic, However other than that, mental function seems to be fine.#\ \Roscoe, Nemisis is going to start reassembleing my bones now, I should be up-and-around in a few minutes.\ \Nemisis's medical systems report almost all of my bones broke on impact, without you digging me out the wheight of the stones might have defeated the repair functions.\ \What I forgot was Recoil, according to the sensor logs, the recoil exceeded maximum compensation by over 100 times, the weapon only fired for .29 seconds before heat leakage forced a shutdown. And Nemisis could not planeshift while holding the Planar Gate open.\ \Yes, I know, I am babbleing, I'm trying not to think about how close that was...\ ttfn Fuzzy =========================== Date: Mon, 14 Jul 1997 17:18:15 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: aae-turning tides. On Mon, 14 Jul 1997 17:09:29 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000428 "P. Campbell" said: On Mon, 14 Jul 1997, Caprice Davis wrote: > Caprice's body sits up, her wounds healed, and very carefully > removes the sigil and returns it to Xzerrion. "Thank you... I... > we... need a moment to... um... pull ourselves together." Xzerrion replaces the sigil around his neck, feeling a slight change in its magical charge, perhaps the result of its interaction with the gestalt Caprice personality. He waits, adding his own mind through the link as a steadying influence. <* Understood. Hold yourself together, we're almost through this. *> > She seems embarrassed perhaps, but slowly the minds pull themselves > together into the gesalt known as Caprice. > > and one of Dris's brothers...> <* Never mind that, you haven't failed yet! We already have one of the brothers, and we know where the other is. There's enough chaos around here right now that nobody will notice a strike team going back for the remaining brother. *> After a short pause, Xzerrion continues, with the edge of a painful memory. <* Besides, you did better than I, some twenty years ago. *> Only then, Xzerrion notices that he's wounded. After slicing off a portion of his tunic to bind his arm, he turns back to Caprice. `I'm going back out there, to get the others back here so we can go after the remaining brother. Are you coming with me, or keeping an eye on the one we have?' As he waits, Xzerrion carefully checks the edges of his sword and dagger, suspecting he may need them both all too soon. =========================== Date: Mon, 14 Jul 1997 17:32:55 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE: In a back alley... On Mon, 14 Jul 1997 17:19:07 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000429 "P. Campbell" said: On Mon, 14 Jul 1997, Caprice Davis wrote: >>Beneath his cold tone, Argent can see something else in his eyes, >>something the weaponsmaster is afraid to admit, even to himself, and >>certainly to her or his soldiers. > > "I will not surrender, Ak'hasta. I challange you to single combat... > let us prove which is the true master..." Ak'hasta steps back, and draws a pair of pure adamantine longswords. `Accepted.' Without taking his eyes off of Argent, he addresses his troops. `Go out and join in putting down the rebellion. I hardly need your assistance in bringing down a half-breed.' His soldiers bow and depart. > Argent knew what would happen to her in the hands of the house > mage... better to die at Ak'hasta's hands, earning him glory for > slaying the traitor... a final gift to him, though he would never > know it... Before no audience but Argent, Ak'hasta flourishes his swords in salute. `Ready to begin then, young Argent?' > She stepped forward, her sword at ready. She would fight for a > standstill. Finally, too late, she had found her heart... and she > knew she could not kill him. Seeing her advance, the weaponsmaster went into a spinning attack, his left blade striking at her head, followed immediately by dropping to one knee and slashing upwards with his right. > - Xzerrion =========================== Date: Mon, 14 Jul 1997 19:02:57 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Aae-Comings adn goings. On Mon, 14 Jul 1997 19:26:13 -0700 (MST), in Message # 00000430 gamer@host.yab.com said: Fuzzy recieves Pyewackette's news with great relief, and as soon as Nemesis is finished with Fuzzy's wounds, he rushes to the Guild. Kuri-Neko wanders into the training room cautiously, the wet hair and towel denoting she just left a bath. "Who is in here, you will be..." She stops short when she sees the motley crew laying on the floor, all of them covered in blood except a young boy who is wandering aroudn poking his head in doors and lokoing around. She rushes past Squee and into a side-room, emerging with two bulging canvas sacks. From them she begins producing bottles adn labeled leather pouches, and a small mortar and Pestle. Seeing that Matt is barely alive and only breathign in short erratic gasps, she tends to him first, crushing some leaves and nuts in the pestel, and mixing it with liquid from one of the bottles. Stirring it quickly, she pours it in a handy bowl and begins forcing it down Matt's throat. He gags and she pulls back as some of her concotion along with a tremendous amount of phlem and blood come bubbling out of his mouth and down the front of his ragged tunic. He starts making larger gasps for air and be begins forcing the rest of hte liquid into his mouth. More greenish phlem and blood are coughed out, but the rasp seems to go away, and though unconcious still, Matt is breathing normally again. Turning to the others, she pulls strips of cloth from a bag, and pouring some vile smelling dark yellow liquid into a bowl, she soaks the cloth in it and begins binding the wounds, even those that were already bound. Protests are met with "My job to tend, your job to heal! Do it!" once the wounds are taken care of, she realizes that the towel has slipped off. Snatching it up, she stalks out to get dressed. The lair is in an uproar as The controllers bring teh auto defenses down to code green again. The Controller^2 begins a check of the security footage to see what happened, but Controlelr^1 doesn't want to wait. "We have had too many people find this place already. One Brother is lost. Our plan here is in jeopardy. We must act now or we may never regain the chance. Misern is still secure, none of hte Army of Light have shown up there yet. it is there that we shall summon Driscoll." The COntroller^2 whirls around. "No!! Don't you remember? I told you that was the place of our defeat in _my_ reality. we must not go back there, lest we both be truly destroyed in this one! we can make our stand here. they took the one nearest death anyways, and the footage shows that whoever took him was as good as dead herself. I will not go to Misern!" The Controller^1 confronts his doppleganger. "And *I* will not stay here, for I am not that great of a fool as to sit and wait for my own death. *I* strive for life!" His antenna pops up and The Controller^2's body locks in place. "I am going to go, and I am taking Shiela and Miles with me, and you shall do nothing to prevent my leaving!" Sleep gas puts down Miles's Protests, and Shiela only seems dimly aware of her surroundings as she is released from her glass tube for the first time and clothed. As an afterthought, The Controller^1 also grabs the young Morgan, now accellerated to aproximately 8 years of age and unaware of the talisman inside her. The X-window opens, and the four find themselves int eh Dungeons of Misern where The Controller locks them each in seperate cells before goin off to let Darath the Black know his Master was home. The Controller^2 overrided his locked body and removed it from his counterpart's influence. Lookign around at the abandonded tomb, he gave an mental sigh "I shall not join him in his death, but he is right about it being foolhard to stay here." Moving to the control console, he sets it to auto destruct the lair at teh movement of anything larger than a great dane inside, and sets he timer to begin the detector program in 2 minutes. Taking one last look at the Lair, he steps into the TARDIS and it fades away to elsewhere in Quaren so that he may plot his next movement away from both himself and the Army of Light. Driscoll barely takes notice of his visitor until after he is already gone. Then Driss picks himself up with great effort, adn moved on, looking for something to fill the void in his soul. If not love, perhaps Revenge? Revenge on the one who was the cause of this fiasco? =========================== Date: Mon, 14 Jul 1997 19:33:43 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: aae-turning tides. On Mon, 14 Jul 1997 22:55:24 -0400 (EDT), in Message # 00000431 caprice said: On Mon, 14 Jul 1997, P. Campbell wrote: > On Mon, 14 Jul 1997 17:09:29 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000428 > "P. Campbell" said: > > Only then, Xzerrion notices that he's wounded. After slicing off a > portion of his tunic to bind his arm, he turns back to Caprice. `I'm > going back out there, to get the others back here so we can go after > the remaining brother. Are you coming with me, or keeping an eye on > the one we have?' Caprice suffers her wounds to be tended by the hobbit, and looks at the still unconcious brother... "I'll stay here... if we leave him unguarded we risk loosing what little I've gained..." > As he waits, Xzerrion carefully checks the edges of his sword and > dagger, suspecting he may need them both all too soon. Caprice concentrates, her clothing mending, her appearance returning slowly to its usually immaculate condition. Loosing her weapons, she then goes over to Squee, offering him a hug, or arms to curl up in if he needs. "It's alright... your safe now." =========================== Date: Mon, 14 Jul 1997 19:35:28 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE: In a back alley... On Mon, 14 Jul 1997 23:09:04 -0400 (EDT), in Message # 00000432 caprice said: On Mon, 14 Jul 1997, P. Campbell wrote: > > On Mon, 14 Jul 1997, Caprice Davis wrote: > >> Argent knew what would happen to her in the hands of the house >> mage... better to die at Ak'hasta's hands, earning him glory for >> slaying the traitor... a final gift to him, though he would never >> know it... > > Before no audience but Argent, Ak'hasta flourishes his swords in > salute. `Ready to begin then, young Argent?' Argent's poison green eyes were unreadable. "Ready Ak'hasta..." >> She stepped forward, her sword at ready. She would fight for a >> standstill. Finally, too late, she had found her heart... and she >> knew she could not kill him. > > Seeing her advance, the weaponsmaster went into a spinning attack, > his left blade striking at her head, followed immediately by > dropping to one knee and slashing upwards with his right. Argent's blade came upwards to block the blow to her head... Ak'hasta's upwards slash cut through her blood-stained leather and struck sparks from the odd armour underneath. Argent stepped back, even as she slashed at Ak'hasta's throat... She knew that it would seem she had misjudged the blow... the worst she could do if he didn't block or dodge was pink him. "The armour was a gift from my doppleganger... a small repayment for her ruining my life..." Argent continued to fight gracefully, her counters perfect... but her attacks were all ones he could block or dodge... or 'misjudged' so they could do no real harm... She hoped he would write it off to weariness, not realize she was stalling. > going to be a pain. :) =========================== Date: Mon, 14 Jul 1997 20:02:56 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: Aae-Comings adn goings. On Mon, 14 Jul 1997 19:54:36 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000433 fuzzy said: > On Mon, 14 Jul 1997 19:26:13 -0700 (MST), in Message # 00000430 > gamer@host.yab.com said: > > Fuzzy recieves Pyewackette's news with great relief, and as soon as > Nemesis is finished with Fuzzy's wounds, he rushes to the Guild. > Kuri-Neko wanders into the training room cautiously, the wet hair > and towel denoting she just left a bath. "Who is in here, you will > be..." She stops short when she sees the motley crew laying on the > floor, all of them covered in blood except a young boy who is > wandering aroudn poking his head in doors and lokoing around. Fuzzy, sees Squee and caprice on his way in behind Kuri-Neko "I am going to need some help here. keep an eye on every one till I get back" > She rushes past Squee and into a side-room, emerging with two > bulging canvas sacks. From them she begins producing bottles and > labeled leather pouches, and a small mortar and Pestle. Seeing that > Matt is barely alive and only breathign in short erratic gasps, she > tends to him first, crushing some leaves and nuts in the pestel, and > mixing it with liquid from one of the bottles. Stirring it quickly, > she pours it in a handy bowl and begins forcing it down Matt's > throat. He gags and she pulls back as some of her concotion along > with a tremendous amount of phlem and blood come bubbling out of his > mouth and down the front of his ragged tunic. > He starts making larger gasps for air and be begins forcing the > rest of hte liquid into his mouth. More greenish phlem and blood are > coughed out, but the rasp seems to go away, and though unconcious > still, Matt is breathing normally again. Several small shapes seperate from Nemisis, and each one scurries to the side of injured person to start getting medical readings > Turning to the others, she pulls strips of cloth from a bag, and > pouring some vile smelling dark yellow liquid into a bowl, she soaks > the cloth in it and begins binding the wounds, even those that were > already bound. Protests are met with "My job to tend, your job to > heal! Do it!" > once the wounds are taken care of, she realizes that the towel has > slipped off. Snatching it up, she stalks out to get dressed. After Fuzzy makes raid on the kitchen feeding a variaty of items into a hopper that Nemisis opens. "\You can drink this or Nemisis will transport it directly to your bloodstream.\" Fuzzys hold up a flask that fills with a gray fluid addressing all of the injured, includeing Squee and Caprice. He hands the Flask to Caprice "Pass it around, I will see to Dris's Brother" "It is the equivelent of several meals pre-digested and ready for instant absorbtion, per two swallows." Kneeling next to Dris's Brother, \#Nemisis, Medical Requirements, Systemic Tissue Reconstruction, Vital subsystems first.#\ \#Confirmed, Medical revitalization, BasalMatabolic Function Restoration and feeding#\ ttfn Fuzzy =========================== Date: Mon, 14 Jul 1997 21:18:43 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE: In a back alley... On Mon, 14 Jul 1997 21:00:51 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000434 "P. Campbell" said: On Mon, 14 Jul 1997, caprice wrote: > Argent's blade came upwards to block the blow to her head... > Ak'hasta's upwards slash cut through her blood-stained leather and > struck sparks from the odd armour underneath. Ak'hasta quickly brings his blade back, fearing a pin. `Defenses as weak as ever I see, but you have found something to make up for that.' > Argent stepped back, even as she slashed at Ak'hasta's throat... She > knew that it would seem she had misjudged the blow... the worst she > could do if he didn't block or dodge was pink him. "The armour was a > gift from my doppleganger... a small repayment for her ruining my > life..." `You need not die for the actions of your double. Join with me and help in taking her and the others, and your earlier actions may be forgotten or overlooked as a means to gain their trust.' At the last second, his left hand blade knocks Argent's sword wide, As his right blade swings straight for her head ... yet somehow passes less than an inch above her ear, giving nothing more than a short haircut. It takes no great skill for Argent to realize that swing should have killed her. > Argent continued to fight gracefully, her counters perfect... but > her attacks were all ones he could block or dodge... or 'misjudged' > so they could do no real harm... She hoped he would write it off to > weariness, not realize she was stalling. Oddly, Ak'hasta shows similar reluctance. Any blows of his that slip through are stopped by Argent's armor, or damage nothing but an article of clothing. > to stick with more generalities.> - Xzerrion =========================== Date: Mon, 14 Jul 1997 21:33:03 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: aae-turning tides. On Mon, 14 Jul 1997 21:18:30 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000435 "P. Campbell" said: On Mon, 14 Jul 1997, caprice wrote: > Caprice suffers her wounds to be tended by the hobbit, and looks at > the still unconcious brother... "I'll stay here... if we leave him > unguarded we risk loosing what little I've gained..." `True enough. Wait a moment, then.' After pausing and mentally `looking' for any Lanesh (sp??) about, Xzerrion focuses a small amount of energy through his sigil, and soon there is a twin to it in his hands. `Keep this with you. If this place is attacked by more than you can handle yourself, call through it, and I'll return, hopefully with some backup.' > Caprice concentrates, her clothing mending, her appearance returning > slowly to its usually immaculate condition. Loosing her weapons, she > then goes over to Squee, offering him a hug, or arms to curl up in > if he needs. "It's alright... your safe now." Seeing Caprice has everything under control, Xzerrion slips back into the street, this time mostly keeping to the shadows. To no one in particular, he mutters, `I just wish the rest of us were safe now, too. I could use some arms to curl up in myself ... too much to do.' Thinking a moment, Xzerrion reaches for those who are most likely to know what's been happening, drawing through his sigil. <*# Morgan, Fuzzy, where is everyone else? We have one of the brothers, and need to get the other before he's moved. #*> Waiting for a reply, Xzerrion feels something not quite right in the area he's standing ... `Shit!' Xzerrion dives into a building as a lighning bolt scorches the earth where he had been seconds before, then changes his mind and rolls into the street as the building incinerates. `Bloody fraggin evocation mages!' In a momentary lull, Xzerrion sticks his head up long enough to see a pair of drow mages on the rooftops, taking cover behind ruined upper stories. Seeing that, he decides this is a good time to become invisible. Confident as ever in his illusionary skill, Xzerrion steps into the open ... and an arrow creases his side. `Your tricks won't save you this time, illusionist,' he hears from the rooftops. You'd best surrender before you get hurt.' Cautiously eying the skyline, Xzerrion snaps bitterly, `Why? So your mistress can give my heart to Lloth? I'm dead either way.' Despite his words, Xzerrion still had some hope of salvaging this. /Keep talking .../ he thought, as his mind reached out to others in the CAoL. <* Roland? You still flying around up there? I've got a couple targets for you. *> - Xzerrion =========================== Date: Mon, 14 Jul 1997 23:18:20 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: aae-turning tides. On Mon, 14 Jul 1997 23:00:51, in Message # 00000436 "L.J. Wolfe" said: >On Mon, 14 Jul 1997 21:18:30 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000435 > "P. Campbell" said: > >`True enough. Wait a moment, then.' After pausing and mentally >`looking' for any Lanesh (sp??) about, Xzerrion focuses a small >amount of energy through his sigil, and soon there is a twin to it in >his hands. `Keep this with you. If this place is attacked by more >than you can handle yourself, call through it, and I'll return, >hopefully with some backup.' (OOC: Roland, did you ever give that sigil back? If you did, Morgan acknowledges Caprices new presence on that link.) >Thinking a moment, Xzerrion reaches for those who are most likely to >know what's been happening, drawing through his sigil. <*# Morgan, >Fuzzy, where is everyone else? We have one of the brothers, and need >to get the other before he's moved. #*> Waiting for a reply, Xzerrion >feels something not quite right in the area he's standing ... Morgan, who has recently arrived back in Dibis along with Roland, replies. <*Fuzzy was at the Guild last I heard. Driss....*> There is a slight note of pain there. <*... took off, and Knytt's with Stranger, which is where I'm heading. I think Roscoe went with Fuzzy, but I'm not sure. Rodhlann is looking for a good place to rejoin the battle. Last anyone commented on John he was out here somewhere fighting. I think that covers mos....*> >`Shit!' <*What?*> >Xzerrion dives into a building as a lighning bolt scorches the earth >where he had been seconds before, then changes his mind and rolls >into the street as the building incinerates. > >`Bloody fraggin evocation mages!' <*Xzerrion? You ok?*> Morgan doesn't sound particularly worried, knowing full well that the Drow is able to take care of himself, but she feels better checking. >Cautiously eying the skyline, Xzerrion snaps bitterly, `Why? So your >mistress can give my heart to Lloth? I'm dead either way.' Despite >his words, Xzerrion still had some hope of salvaging this. /Keep >talking .../ he thought, as his mind reached out to others in the >CAoL. <* Roland? You still flying around up there? I've got a couple >targets for you. *> <*A luaidh, let me know if you if you and Xzerrion need help with those guys. I want to check on Stranger's condition first.*> Knytt hears Morgan's voice behind her. "So, how is he?" Morgan /|\ =========================== Date: Mon, 14 Jul 1997 23:47:58 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: aae-turning tides. On Mon, 14 Jul 1997 23:39:00 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000437 fuzzy said: > On Mon, 14 Jul 1997 23:00:51, in Message # 00000436 > "L.J. Wolfe" said: > > Morgan, who has recently arrived back in Dibis along with Roland, > replies. <*Fuzzy was at the Guild last I heard. Driss....*> There is > a slight note of pain there. <*... took off, and Knytt's with > Stranger, which is where I'm heading. I think Roscoe went with > Fuzzy, but I'm not sure. Rodhlann is looking for a good place to > rejoin the battle. Last anyone commented on John he was out here > somewhere fighting. I think that covers mos....*> \John was polishing off a Mech in Hand-to-Hand combat last I heard, Mischief is loose on the battlefield in a very small tank (Buffy), The Bale-Hound is running back and forth to the armory suppling the partisan's with Fuzzy and Nemisis's New weapons.\ > Morgan /|\ > endearments, unless I mention otherwise :-)> ttfn Fuzzy =========================== Date: Tue, 15 Jul 1997 00:03:10 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: aae-turning tides. On Tue, 15 Jul 97 03:01:40 +0100, in Message # 00000438 Roland X said: >On Mon, 14 Jul 1997 14:29:00 -0700, in Message # 00000422 > Lorena Wolfe said: > > She absently reached her hand toward the claidhmor, and it flew >to her. > > Morgan stared at her hand, then looked at Roland. "Did I just do >that?" Roland smiles indulgently. *Indeed you did.* >> *The tide of battle is turning against them.* >> He kissed Morgan lightly on the forehead. >> *We must go, Little Flower.* >> > <*Yes, beloved, we must.*> The new nickname warmed her heart. ><*Lead on, Rodhlann.*> Roland concentrates... ...and Dibis materializes around them again, though the battle has become, if anything, more chaotic since their departure. Roland's eyes narrow. *Love, do what you must. *It's time I broght some order to this madness.* >On Mon, 14 Jul 1997 23:00:51, in Message # 00000436 > "L.J. Wolfe" said: > >>On Mon, 14 Jul 1997 21:18:30 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000435 >> "P. Campbell" said: > >(OOC: Roland, did you ever give that sigil back? If you did, >Morgan acknowledges Caprices new presence on that link.) The sigil appears in one of Morgan's pouches. >>Thinking a moment, Xzerrion reaches for those who are most likely to >>know what's been happening, drawing through his sigil. <*# Morgan, >>Fuzzy, where is everyone else? We have one of the brothers, and need >>to get the other before he's moved. #*> Waiting for a reply, >>Xzerrion feels something not quite right in the area he's standing >>... *Just give me a 'port lock and he's as good as rescued,* Roland replies with calm confidence. ><*A luaidh, let me know if you if you and Xzerrion need help with >those guys. I want to check on Stranger's condition first.*> Knytt >hears Morgan's voice behind her. "So, how is he?" *Don't worry, Little Flower, I've got this one,* Roland sends, appearing behind the magi. *You called, Xzerrion?* 8^) The mages whirl, the telltale 'whuff' of a teleport alerting them to Roland's presence. "Fool! You dare interfere with-" "My kind has been hunting yours since we first learned of one another...and I'm a _lot_ more powerful than I used to be. Yield." Roland stares at the Drow mage coolly. Snarling, the Drow reaches for his power- -and finds nothing. The full group of magi is soon unconscious, victims of an electrokinetic/telepathic one-two punch. *Gaunt was far superior to me in manipulating resonance to such effect,* Roland sends by way of explanation, wincing slightly at the wounds the Brand left in his body. *I didn't learn _all_ of his tricks or gain the full measure of his power, but I picked up quite a bit.* Summoning his hyperspeed, Roland prepares to run down the side of the building, a trick he's always wanted to try- -only to find that he, too, has lost something. /My speed. It's gone,/ he thinks numbly, 'loudly' enough to be heard through the psi-web. Almost absently, he floats down to Xzerrion's side. /It's...it's gone./ Fortunately, before he can dwell too long on what he's lost, he catches a glimpse of Morgan and remembers what he's found. Roland smiles faintly. *We'd better get this lot organized, Xzerrion. I can't cut off the magickal resonance for an entire army.* His smile broadens, becoming more feral. Between the dark burning in his eyes and his torn, bloody armor, Roland makes for an impressive sight. *I guess we'll have to do this the old-fashioned way.* =========================== Date: Tue, 15 Jul 1997 03:47:55 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: aae-turning tides. On Tue, 15 Jul 1997 07:09:32 -0400 (EDT), in Message # 00000439 caprice said: On Mon, 14 Jul 1997, P. Campbell wrote: > `True enough. Wait a moment, then.' After pausing and mentally > `looking' for any Lanesh (sp??) about, Xzerrion focuses a small > amount of energy through his sigil, and soon there is a twin to it > in his hands. `Keep this with you. If this place is attacked by more > than you can handle yourself, call through it, and I'll return, > hopefully with some backup.' Caprice takes the sigil, securing it inside her clothing, though not wearing it, per se. > Seeing Caprice has everything under control, Xzerrion slips back > into the street, this time mostly keeping to the shadows. To no one > in particular, he mutters, `I just wish the rest of us were safe > now, too. I could use some arms to curl up in myself ... too much to > do.' Caprice finds a pell to lean back against, and waits for the inevitable questions from the guild members. =========================== Date: Tue, 15 Jul 1997 04:03:00 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE: In a back alley... On Tue, 15 Jul 1997 07:24:48 -0400 (EDT), in Message # 00000440 caprice said: On Mon, 14 Jul 1997, P. Campbell wrote: > > On Mon, 14 Jul 1997, caprice wrote: > >> Argent stepped back, even as she slashed at Ak'hasta's throat... >> She knew that it would seem she had misjudged the blow... the worst >> she could do if he didn't block or dodge was pink him. "The armour >> was a gift from my doppleganger... a small repayment for her >> ruining my life..." > > `You need not die for the actions of your double. Join with me and > help in taking her and the others, and your earlier actions may be > forgotten or overlooked as a means to gain their trust.' "If I was Drow, they might forgive me... but I'll always be human in their eyes.... as I will never be human to human eyes. If I return they will kill me... and far worse." >> Argent continued to fight gracefully, her counters perfect... but >> her attacks were all ones he could block or dodge... or 'misjudged' >> so they could do no real harm... She hoped he would write it off to >> weariness, not realize she was stalling. > > Oddly, Ak'hasta shows similar reluctance. Any blows of his that slip > through are stopped by Argent's armor, or damage nothing but an > article of clothing. "Why don't you leave with me, Ak'hasta...." Argent's eyes show her true feelings for the first time. "There are worlds enough beside this one... worlds where we could start over... Where we could be seen as ourselves... Haven't you hated the role you are stuck in... Drow male, neither noble enough or mage... always a distant fourth behind the others... never mind that you are more skilled than they..." Argent's blocks become more desperate, knowing that she has been on the battle field since the fighting begun... and is quickly wearing. =========================== Date: Tue, 15 Jul 1997 06:18:00 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: aae-turning tides. On Tue, 15 Jul 1997 08:14:56 -0500, in Message # 00000441 Michael Jon Knight said: >On Mon, 14 Jul 1997 23:00:51, in Message # 00000436 > "L.J. Wolfe" said: ><*A luaidh, let me know if you if you and Xzerrion need help with >those guys. I want to check on Stranger's condition first.*> Knytt >hears Morgan's voice behind her. "So, how is he?" Knytt glances over her shoulder and smiles. "Just the person I wanted to see. I'm a time-traveller, not a doctor. I was just about to see what Ace had packed in the 'doctorin' department." "There is a lot of blood," she continued, nearly ripping the black duffle bag open, "but the only wound I can find is in the shoulder. I think the rest belongs to him," nodding toward the fallen knight. She rooted through the bag, looking for anything useful. Rope, clothes, clear plastic bag with a collapsable rifle inside, a couple blaster pistols, a clear tupperware container full of small spheres of nitor-nine-a, and...aha...a medical kit. She opened the kit. It turned out to be a conglomoration from various times and places. "Hmm...wouldn't have expected to find a tricorder," she said, flipping it open and scanning the shoulder wound, "No sign of infection, but he is losing blood rather quickly." Knytt took a few squares of gauze and applied pressure to the wound and a pressure point close to it that, hopefully, would stop the bleeding. "Morgan, this is more than I know how to handle. Any ideas?" --Knytt =========================== Date: Tue, 15 Jul 1997 06:48:11 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: aae-turning tides. On Tue, 15 Jul 1997 06:23:26, in Message # 00000443 "L.J. Wolfe" said: At 12:03 AM 7/15/97 -0700, you wrote: >On Tue, 15 Jul 97 03:01:40 +0100, in Message # 00000438 > Roland X said: > >>On Mon, 14 Jul 1997 14:29:00 -0700, in Message # 00000422 >> Lorena Wolfe said: >> She absently reached her hand toward the claidhmor, and it flew >>to her. >> >> Morgan stared at her hand, then looked at Roland. "Did I just do >>that?" > > Roland smiles indulgently. *Indeed you did.* Morgan blinks. <*Well, I guess since I've been picking up some powers from you, mine just got a boost, too. I'll have to work with that and see just what I _can_ do now....*> > Roland concentrates... > ...and Dibis materializes around them again, though >the battle has become, if anything, more chaotic since >their departure. Roland's eyes narrow. > *Love, do what you must. > *It's time I broght some order to this madness.* Morgan sends Roland a mental kiss and heads off toward Knytt and Stranger. >>On Mon, 14 Jul 1997 23:00:51, in Message # 00000436 >> "L.J. Wolfe" said: >> >>(OOC: Roland, did you ever give that sigil back? If you did, >>Morgan acknowledges Caprices new presence on that link.) > > The sigil appears in one of Morgan's pouches. (And Morgan proceeds as above. She's not likely to call on it again for a _while_, though, unless the need becomes great .) > Summoning his hyperspeed, Roland prepares to run down >the side of the building, a trick he's always wanted to try- > -only to find that he, too, has lost something. > /My speed. It's gone,/ he thinks numbly, 'loudly' enough >to be heard through the psi-web. Almost absently, he floats >down to Xzerrion's side. /It's...it's gone./ Morgan senses his loss, and reaches out to him with a comforting hug. And a reasurance that the loss of his hyperspeed doesn't affect her feelings for him. > Fortunately, before he can dwell too long on what he's >lost, he catches a glimpse of Morgan and remembers what he's >found. Roland smiles faintly. Morgan gives the mental hug a final squeeze, and returns her attention to Stranger. =========================== Date: Tue, 15 Jul 1997 07:02:58 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: aae-turning tides. On Tue, 15 Jul 1997 06:52:51, in Message # 00000444 "L.J. Wolfe" said: At 06:18 AM 7/15/97 -0700, you wrote: >On Tue, 15 Jul 1997 08:14:56 -0500, in Message # 00000441 > Michael Jon Knight said: >Knytt glances over her shoulder and smiles. > >"Just the person I wanted to see. I'm a time-traveller, not a doctor. >I was just about to see what Ace had packed in the 'doctorin' >department." >"Hmm...wouldn't have expected to find a tricorder," she said, >flipping it open and scanning the shoulder wound, "No sign of >infection, but he is losing blood rather quickly." Knytt took a few >squares of gauze and applied pressure to the wound and a pressure >point close to it that, hopefully, would stop the bleeding. "Morgan, >this is more than I know how to handle. Any ideas?" Morgan quickly assesses the supplies and sets to work. Without having Knytt move her hand, she lays her own near the wound, and applies a mixture of 'natural' energies from her Druid training with a little biorythmics thrown in, and the bleeding slows to a stop. Then, before Stranger has a chance to wake up, she sets the injured shoulder . She turns and sees Kitty hovering nearby. "He'll be fine. Looks like aside from the shoulder and loss of blood everything else is normal minor battle damage. You can go help Xzerrion and Rodhlann if you'd like - I think Knytt and I can manage." Morgan looks Knytt over. "Interesting new look," she grins. "I'm not up to even _trying_ to teleport three people - could you get us back to the Guild without jostling our patient too much?" Her grin lets Knytt know that she's confident the answer is "yes". Morgan /|\ =========================== Date: Tue, 15 Jul 1997 08:33:06 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: aae-turning tides. On Tue, 15 Jul 1997 10:26:46 -0500, in Message # 00000445 Michael Jon Knight said: >On Tue, 15 Jul 1997 06:52:51, in Message # 00000444 > "L.J. Wolfe" said: >Morgan looks Knytt over. "Interesting new look," she grins. "I'm not >up to even _trying_ to teleport three people - could you get us back >to the Guild without jostling our patient too much?" Her grin lets >Knytt know that she's confident the answer is "yes". Knytt, who had by now stowed the medical supplies and slipped the tricorder in her coat pocket, glances at her clothes, "Yes, it's what every homeless time-traveller is wearing this season." Placing a hand on Stranger's arm and the other hand on Morgan's shoulder, Knytt thinks of the guild training room. A bright flash of light and the trio are in the same part of the trainig room where Knytt was sparring with the robot. "Smooth as glass," she smiles. Hunting through the duffle bag again, Knytt straps on an old gunbelt, holsters the two blaster pistols, assembles the rifle, and slings it and the katana over alternate shoulders. Tossing the bag in a corner, she slips the container of nitro-nine-a in her other coat pocket. "Ok, I am going to give Roland and Xzerrion a hand. It looks like everything is in hand here. If you need me, just shout." She pauses for a moment. Glancing sideways, she vanishes and reappears a second later, holding an apple. "Ok, _now_ I'n ready. May as well eat something while we are here. There is some leftover fruit and such from earlier. Feel free to grab some." Knytt vanishes and reappears near Roland and Xzerrion. "Ok, guys, what next?" =========================== Date: Tue, 15 Jul 1997 11:03:56 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: aae-turning tides. On Tue, 15 Jul 1997 10:54:23 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000446 "P. Campbell" said: On Tue, 15 Jul 1997, Roland X wrote: > *You called, Xzerrion?* 8^) > The mages whirl, the telltale 'whuff' of a teleport > alerting them to Roland's presence. > "Fool! You dare interfere with-" > "My kind has been hunting yours since we first learned > of one another...and I'm a _lot_ more powerful than I used > to be. Yield." Roland stares at the Drow mage coolly. > Snarling, the Drow reaches for his power- > -and finds nothing. > The full group of magi is soon unconscious, victims of > an electrokinetic/telepathic one-two punch. Xzerrion grins. <* Knew they were talking too much. Drisonels mages always did have a tendancy to boast. What did you do? *> > *Gaunt was far superior to me in manipulating resonance > to such effect,* Roland sends by way of explanation, > wincing slightly at the wounds the Brand left in his body. > *I didn't learn _all_ of his tricks or gain the full > measure of his power, but I picked up quite a bit.* <* I see. *> > Summoning his hyperspeed, Roland prepares to run down > the side of the building, a trick he's always wanted to try- > -only to find that he, too, has lost something. > /My speed. It's gone,/ he thinks numbly, 'loudly' enough > to be heard through the psi-web. Almost absently, he floats > down to Xzerrion's side. /It's...it's gone./ <* Easy, Roland. You're still quicker than most of us, and who knows? You may be able to get it back in time. *> > Fortunately, before he can dwell too long on what he's > lost, he catches a glimpse of Morgan and remembers what he's > found. Roland smiles faintly. > *We'd better get this lot organized, Xzerrion. I can't > cut off the magickal resonance for an entire army.* <* Organization? I thought that was one of the major flaws of most armies. The guards out there trained for *organized* resistance. Several small groups with independent leadership isn't something they're prepared to deal with. *> > His smile broadens, becoming more feral. Between the > dark burning in his eyes and his torn, bloody armor, Roland > makes for an impressive sight. > *I guess we'll have to do this the old-fashioned way.* Xzerrion, privately amused to see Roland making a target of himself, keeps to the shadows, only slipping out to dispatch occasional guards or block blows meant for others. =========================== Date: Tue, 15 Jul 1997 11:04:05 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: aae-turning tides. On Tue, 15 Jul 1997 10:58:39 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000447 "P. Campbell" said: On Tue, 15 Jul 1997, Michael Jon Knight wrote: > Knytt vanishes and reappears near Roland and Xzerrion. > > "Ok, guys, what next?" `Next I think we need to get our people together and rescue Dris's remaining brother before the Controller tries something drastic like killing his hostage. Also, I think we had a plan to force this lot out of Diblis, at least unless DtB decides to show up. Though along that line, I think if Lensdragon flies over, they'll all be too busy soiling themselves to present a threat.' - Xzerrion =========================== Date: Tue, 15 Jul 1997 11:18:09 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE: In a back alley... On Tue, 15 Jul 1997 11:10:53 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000448 "P. Campbell" said: On Tue, 15 Jul 1997, caprice wrote: >> At the last second, his left hand blade knocks Argent's sword wide, >> As his right blade swings straight for her head ... yet somehow >> passes less than an inch above her ear, giving nothing more than a >> short haircut. It takes no great skill for Argent to realize that >> swing should have killed her. `They need not. As weaponsmaster I have earned certain indulgences due to my skill. Precautions may be taken to prevent further activity against us, but you could remain as a respected agent of my house. Drisonel understands the value of having those not drow serve her, particularly in her work on the surface.' > "Why don't you leave with me, Ak'hasta...." Argent's eyes show her > true feelings for the first time. "There are worlds enough beside > this one... worlds where we could start over... Where we could be > seen as ourselves... Haven't you hated the role you are stuck in... > Drow male, neither noble enough or mage... always a distant fourth > behind the others... never mind that you are more skilled than > they..." Ak'hasta blinks, almost missing a parry. `Leave for what? To be hunted forever by Drisonel as a traitor to my people? You've seen how obsessive she has been in trying to take the renegade Xzerrion. Consider how much more so she'd be in hunting down a traitor from her own house. She sent Tezrantha, our daughter, to be a prisoner of the Zhentarim on the surface. I still don't know what became of her, but I shudder to think of the possibilities.' > Argent's blocks become more desperate, knowing that she has been on > the battle field since the fighting begun... and is quickly wearing. Ak'hasta is fresher, having had over a hundred years of conditioning, but his fighting reflects the turmoil he is in. To kill her, and gain more prestige in his house? Or to kill her, and lose whatever chance he has for another life? He seems to be shifting fighting ability with his moods, going from blurring attack routines with his swords coming in at impossible angles to slower, almost sloppy strikes and parries, almost inviting a devestating counter. - Xzerrion =========================== Date: Tue, 15 Jul 1997 11:20:07 -0700 (PDT) Subject: AAE: Where's Dhyrclhanc? On Tue, 15 Jul 1997 11:17:58 -0700, in Message # 00000449 Lorena Wolfe said: > On Tue, 15 Jul 1997 10:58:39 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000447 > "P. Campbell" said: > > `Next I think we need to get our people together and rescue Dris's > remaining brother before the Controller tries something drastic like > killing his hostage. Also, I think we had a plan to force this lot > out of Diblis, at least unless DtB decides to show up. Though along > that line, I think if Lensdragon flies over, they'll all be too busy > soiling themselves to present a threat.' Morgan mentally looks up from tending Stranger. <*Speaking of our draconic friend, has anyone heard from him lately? I'm surprised he hasn't shown up yet.*> =========================== Date: Tue, 15 Jul 1997 12:03:33 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE: In a back alley... On Tue, 15 Jul 1997 11:55:19 PDT, in Message # 00000450 "Caprice Davis" said: Quoth Xzerrion: >`They need not. As weaponsmaster I have earned certain indulgences >due to my skill. Precautions may be taken to prevent further activity >against us, but you could remain as a respected agent of my house. >Drisonel understands the value of having those not drow serve her, >particularly in her work on the surface.' Argent looks tempted... but years of fear and hatred are a hard habit to break. >Ak'hasta is fresher, having had over a hundred years of conditioning, >but his fighting reflects the turmoil he is in. To kill her, and gain >more prestige in his house? Or to kill her, and lose whatever chance >he has for another life? He seems to be shifting fighting ability >with his moods, going from blurring attack routines with his swords >coming in at impossible angles to slower, almost sloppy strikes and >parries, almost inviting a devestating counter. Argent says quietly, "I can't surrender.. you know me better than that... you are going to have to kill me..." As she speaks she switches her sword from a two handed to one handed grip. Taking advantage of a momentary lapse, she grabs his left wrist in a vise-like grip, entangling her sword with the sword in his right hand. She quickly steps in... ... and places a soft, tender kiss on his lips. Chaste, the depth of emotion behind it makes up for any lack of experience. Argent lets the kiss linger, slowly releasing his wrist, and letting her sword fall loose of his. She awaits the death she believes is coming, holding on to this, the sensation of her first, and she believes last, kiss... =========================== Date: Tue, 15 Jul 1997 14:03:32 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE: In a back alley... On Tue, 15 Jul 1997 13:52:08 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000452 "P. Campbell" said: On Tue, 15 Jul 1997, Caprice Davis wrote: > Argent says quietly, "I can't surrender.. you know me better than > that... you are going to have to kill me..." As she speaks she > switches her sword from a two handed to one handed grip. Taking > advantage of a momentary lapse, she grabs his left wrist in a > vise-like grip, entangling her sword with the sword in his right > hand. She quickly steps in... Ak'hasta shakes his head at allowing her to get that close, and prepares a desperate counter ... > ... and places a soft, tender kiss on his lips. Chaste, the depth of > emotion behind it makes up for any lack of experience. His eyes widen, his grip loosening on his swords. He wants to say something, but cannot seem to get his lips free. > Argent lets the kiss linger, slowly releasing his wrist, and letting > her sword fall loose of his. She awaits the death she believes is > coming, holding on to this, the sensation of her first, and she > believes last, kiss... For a moment, the only sound in the alleyway is the ring of Ak'hasta's swords falling from his hands to the cobblestones of the street. Gently, he momentarily pushes her away ... Then changes his mind and wraps one hand around Argent's back as the other teases her hair, while he kisses her passionately. If Argent's eyes open, she sees a single tear on Ak'hasta's cheek. `My one true student, now we are both lost. I know I cannot go back to serve Drisonel now, yet she will hunt us to the end of time for this.' - Xzerrion ... and Ak'hasta ... and eventually Drisonel when I figure out how she reacts =========================== Date: Tue, 15 Jul 1997 14:49:00 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: aae-turning tides. On Tue, 15 Jul 1997 22:34:41 -0700, in Message # 00000455 Gareth L Owen said: >> His smile broadens, becoming more feral. Between the >> dark burning in his eyes and his torn, bloody armor, Roland >> makes for an impressive sight. >> *I guess we'll have to do this the old-fashioned way.* > > Xzerrion, privately amused to see Roland making a target of himself, > keeps to the shadows, only slipping out to dispatch occasional > guards or block blows meant for others. Kitty finally bounds up to them through the smoke and chaos, she regards Roland for a second and smiles. "Let's go hunting!" The Stranger =========================== Date: Tue, 15 Jul 1997 14:49:10 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE: Rebel Yell On Tue, 15 Jul 1997 22:13:11 -0700, in Message # 00000456 Gareth L Owen said: > On Mon, 14 Jul 1997 16:37:21 -0500, in Message # 00000423 > Michael Jon Knight said: > > Meanwhile, Knytt vanishs from beside the laser cannon and appears > next to Kitty and Stranger. > > "Hello, need a hand?" Kitty is standing over Stranger casually batting away any approaching miscreants. She regards Knytt for a second, sniffs her, decides she's friendly and says " well if you can get this idiot conscious it's be a start." The Stranger =========================== Date: Tue, 15 Jul 1997 14:49:20 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: aae-turning tides. On Tue, 15 Jul 1997 22:24:20 -0700, in Message # 00000457 Gareth L Owen said: >>Morgan quickly assesses the supplies and sets to work. Without >>having Knytt move her hand, she lays her own near the wound, and >>applies a mixture of 'natural' energies from her Druid training with >>a little biorythmics thrown in, and the bleeding slows to a stop. >>Then, before Stranger has a chance to wake up, she sets the injured >>shoulder >broken, or whatever>. the flesh seems to be pretty badly torn, but the bones, amazingly, aren't broken or anything. >>She turns and sees Kitty hovering nearby. "He'll be fine. Looks like >>aside from the shoulder and loss of blood everything else is normal >>minor battle damage. You can go help Xzerrion and Rodhlann if you'd >>like - I think Knytt and I can manage." Kitty takes one last inscrutable look at her comrade before bounding off into the battle. "Xzerrion! Roland!" Kitty cuts a wake through the remains of the knights while looking for Roland or Xzerrion. > Knytt, who had by now stowed the medical supplies and slipped the > tricorder in her coat pocket, glances at her clothes, "Yes, it's > what every homeless time-traveller is wearing this season." Placing > a hand on Stranger's arm and the other hand on Morgan's shoulder, > Knytt thinks of the guild training room. A bright flash of light and > the trio are in the same part of the trainig room where Knytt was > sparring with the robot. To anyone in a position to notice (ie Morgan) Stranger has lapsed from unconsciousness into a normal but very deep sleep. Morgan's healing energies seem to have 'taken' very well. the Stranger =========================== Date: Tue, 15 Jul 1997 15:05:56 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE: Where's Dhyrclhanc? On Tue, 15 Jul 1997 14:48:28 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000458 fuzzy said: > On Tue, 15 Jul 1997 11:17:58 -0700, in Message # 00000449 > Lorena Wolfe said: > > Morgan mentally looks up from tending Stranger. <*Speaking of our > draconic friend, has anyone heard from him lately? I'm surprised he > hasn't shown up yet.*> \Both good points.\ \Morgan do you need some synthetic Blood over there?, Normal oxygenation capabilties, and nutrient tranfer capabilities.\ \When Nemisis and I are through here we can manage some very fine sutures and Venious repairs.\ =========================== Date: Tue, 15 Jul 1997 15:06:07 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE: In a back alley... On Tue, 15 Jul 1997 14:56:43 PDT, in Message # 00000459 "Caprice Davis" said: Quoth Xzerrion: >On Tue, 15 Jul 1997, Caprice Davis wrote: > >For a moment, the only sound in the alleyway is the ring of >Ak'hasta's swords falling from his hands to the cobblestones of the >street. Gently, he momentarily pushes her away ... > >Then changes his mind and wraps one hand around Argent's back as the >other teases her hair, while he kisses her passionately. If Argent's >eyes open, she sees a single tear on Ak'hasta's cheek. Argent clings to him, her own sword falling away. She yields eagerly to the kiss, proving as quick a student in this as in other subjects. She gazes up at him with a depth of emotion that most think her incapable of. >`My one true student, now we are both lost. I know I cannot go back >to serve Drisonel now, yet she will hunt us to the end of time for >this.' Argent caresses Ak'hasta's cheek tenderly with one gauntleted hand. "She need not know to start hunting us quite yet..." Her hand delicately caresses down his throat, the scratch of tiny needles unfelt thanks to a mix of topical anesthetic... and a very potent knock out drug that she has found especially effective against Drow. "...I was an assassin long before I was a fighter." Tenderly she caught Ak'hasta as he fell, collecting both him and their weapons. Moving him to a fireman's carry, she paused only to sprinkle a fine grey dust about the area... one that would scramble any attempts to scry what had happened here. Avoiding the fighting, and moving through the shadows, she headed towards the guild house using all of her skill as her assassin. She didn't want to run into another fight today... she had a feeling she'd have a big enough one when Ak'hasta awoke. =========================== Date: Tue, 15 Jul 1997 17:03:08 -0700 (PDT) Subject: AAE: Regrouping On Tue, 15 Jul 1997 16:59:30 PDT, in Message # 00000461 "Caprice Davis" said: Mischief zooms through the streets in her little tank, hamstringing as many of the enemy as possible... and dealing with those enemies unlucky enough to have fallen. Anyone listening to cat telepathic frequencies will hear a constant commentary... * vrooom... take that! bad mens! ... mommy! you founds squee! been worried 'bout you bugbrain! * The little menace turns around, and heads her tank back to the assassain's guild, past the feet of startled guards, and into the hall. Once inside Buffy allows her out, and Mischief bounds over to Squee, sniffing at him worriedly and licking at him. It's not much longer after that that Argent comes in, a figure wrapped in a cloak, carried over one shoulder. Argent gives the guards a look that quells any questions, and heads past the training room to the bathing chambers... Caprice looks at Argent's blood-drenched condition, and doesn't say a word... but a pack appears on the floor nearby, which Argent scoops up. Argent closes the door of the bathing chamber and slides the bolt home, locking it. Gently she lays down her burden, and slips a few drops of antidote between Ak'hasta's lips... She waits, knowing how quickly this acts, and the mood that he is likely to be in when he awakens... =========================== Date: Tue, 15 Jul 1997 17:18:22 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: Aae-Comings adn goings. On Tue, 15 Jul 1997 17:38:57 -0700 (MST), in Message # 00000462 gamer@host.yab.com said: > On Mon, 14 Jul 1997 19:54:36 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000433 > fuzzy said: > >> On Mon, 14 Jul 1997 19:26:13 -0700 (MST), in Message # 00000430 >> gamer@host.yab.com said: >> >> Fuzzy recieves Pyewackette's news with great relief, and as soon >> as Nemesis is finished with Fuzzy's wounds, he rushes to the Guild. > > I figure by the time your bones mend they will be. The hatchetman is crippled beyond effectiveness after your adn John's attacks, And the Scorpion was mainly designed for cleaning up infantry, the wall guns will probably get it before it can finish them. > Kneeling next to Dris's Brother, > \#Nemisis, Medical Requirements, Systemic Tissue Reconstruction, > Vital subsystems first.#\ > > \#Confirmed, Medical revitalization, BasalMatabolic Function > Restoration and feeding#\ Nemesis will find a magically mutated form of Tuberculosis with the lungs having been cleared of forgein particles and the damaged tissue already regenerating quickly. (Isn't magic great? ;-) ) =========================== Date: Tue, 15 Jul 1997 17:33:30 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE: Where's Dhyrclhanc? On Tue, 15 Jul 1997 17:57:08 -0700 (MST), in Message # 00000463 gamer@host.yab.com said: > On Tue, 15 Jul 1997 14:48:28 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000458 > fuzzy said: > > waits to see what Gamer had in mind for haveing Fuzzy run to the > guild hall.> I never SAID Fuzzy had to go to the hall. Roscoe just waited for you to be able to watch out for yourself and then was going straight for Squee! ;-) =========================== Date: Tue, 15 Jul 1997 17:48:09 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: aae-turning tides. On Tue, 15 Jul 1997 18:06:56 -0700 (MST), in Message # 00000464 gamer@host.yab.com said: > On Mon, 14 Jul 1997 22:55:24 -0400 (EDT), in Message # 00000431 > caprice said: > > Caprice concentrates, her clothing mending, her appearance returning > slowly to its usually immaculate condition. Loosing her weapons, she > then goes over to Squee, offering him a hug, or arms to curl up in > if he needs. "It's alright... your safe now." Squee accepts the hug gratefully, adn though he's tried to be brave through all this, Caprice can feel him trembling silently in her embrace. A few minutes later, the door to the guildhall crashes open on impact wiht a large Cheetah. Roscoe goes sprawling, knocking chairs this way and that as he tries to turn to the training room with all four legs still at top speed. Zipping into the training room, he leaps and changes into Roscoe, tackling Squee. And unfortunately Caprice. "oops, sorry Caprice. SQUEE!!!! You're back!!!" Roscoe sweeps the child up in a bearhug. Squee starts controrting his face and yelling, "HELP! I'm Bein' Crushed!!" Roscoe gets a hold of himself. Holds Squee out at arms length to look at him. "I'm _NOT_ letting you out of my sight again for a LONG time!" he tries to look stern, then gives it up and goes back to hugging the stuffings out of Squee. =========================== Date: Tue, 15 Jul 1997 18:33:04 -0700 (PDT) Subject: AAE III-Taking back the night On Tue, 15 Jul 97 21:21:53 +0100, in Message # 00000465 Roland X said: >On Tue, 15 Jul 1997 22:34:41 -0700, in Message # 00000455 > Gareth L Owen said: > >Kitty finally bounds up to them through the smoke and chaos, she >regards Roland for a second and smiles. > >"Let's go hunting!" Roland scritches Kitty behind the ears (well, as well as one _can_ scritch a metal cat) and concentrates. The Phoenix Claw swirls around him, melding with the black armor and sealing off areas where the Brand slashed through it. Soon, he is in familiar blue and gold armor; except for the gold replacing the silver, he is wearing his Phoenix armor once more. *You guys might want to take a few steps away from me,* Roland sends. *I'm about to make a huge sprocking target of myself.* And with that, the newly minted Blaze leaps into the air, firing PK bolts at the grunt soldiers below. He lands on a nearby tower, lightning shooting into the automatic defenses that had been holding back rebels. "People of Quaren, hear me! I am Blaze! "Your oppressors have tried time and again to enslave or destroy me and mine!" Several projectiles of various natures impact harmlessly on the psychotronic armor and its force-grid. "They have failed! They are _not_ as invincible as they would have you believe!" The Blaze armor lights up with a fiery glow, and two more enemy mechs just...stop. "So long as you will not surrender, YOU ARE FREE!" Blaze leaps back down, dodging more attacks, and lands before a wide-eyed noble. "GUARDS!" he screams in a high-pitched voice. Terminators, Juicers, skeletons, and guards in enchanted armor charge forward. Blaze smiles. He concentrates, and the skeletons collapse. The Juicers attack next, and Blaze frowns as he remembers Knytt's warning, knowing that they _are_ faster than his body now. But not faster than his mind. Scrambling the Juicers' minds by connecting each of their hyped-up thought patterns to one another, he finishes them easily with a wave of biodissonance. They fall, retching, to the ground. The Terminators take aim, and Blaze quickly calls on his EK, reprogramming as many of them as he can. When the shooting is done, one female T-800, loyal to him, walks up calmly. The guards chant something, and their armor glows softly. Blaze laughs, and a wave of reality washes over the warriors. The glow fades, but does not die out. "Figures," Blaze mutters, he and the T-800 making short work of the depowered guards. Soon, Blaze is looking the noble in the eyes. The fop takes one look at the glowing, armored figure and faints dead away. Blaze chuckles. "Figures. NEXT!" (OOC: Anyone who wants one of their enemies to be distracted, this ought to do it! ) =========================== Date: Tue, 15 Jul 1997 18:48:07 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE: Regrouping On Tue, 15 Jul 1997 18:33:48 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000466 fuzzy said: > On Tue, 15 Jul 1997 16:59:30 PDT, in Message # 00000461 > "Caprice Davis" said: > > The little menace turns around, and heads her tank back to the > assassain's guild, past the feet of startled guards, and into the > hall. > Once inside Buffy allows her out, and Mischief bounds over to Squee, > sniffing at him worriedly and licking at him. \#Buffy, Medical Station Duty#\ Buffy returns to 'Buffy Shape', In a standard white Nurses outfit. \#Confirmed, After who comes a builder.#\ And consulting with the Monitors Mechs, starts giving Medical treatment to any that need it. After turning responsibility over to Buffy, each of the Monitor Mechs goes seeking another injured person. ttfn Fuzzy =========================== Date: Tue, 15 Jul 1997 21:03:29 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE: Regrouping On Tue, 15 Jul 1997 20:48:20 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000467 "P. Campbell" said: On Tue, 15 Jul 1997, Caprice Davis wrote: > Argent closes the door of the bathing chamber and slides the bolt > home, locking it. Gently she lays down her burden, and slips a few > drops of antidote between Ak'hasta's lips... She waits, knowing how > quickly this acts, and the mood that he is likely to be in when he > awakens... Ak'hasta blinks a couple times, then looks up at Argent. His eyes narrow coldly. "I take it the knockout drug had something to due with your considering me a threat to your `virtue?'" he asks sarcastically. "You realize, you *could* have always just asked me to stop, but I got the impression you were enjoying yourself. Or was that all a game to get me into your power for one more betrayal?' Without outwardly shifting, Ak'hasta carefully tenses each muscle, feeling for any residual effects of the drug. He relaxes slightly on feeling one dagger up his sleeve, but makes no move to pull it out as he waits for her answer. - Xzerrion ===========================