Action, Adventure, Excitement, Part 3 Chapter 26 Date: Tue, 19 Aug 1997 03:04:57 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 - A Death in the Family On Tue, 19 Aug 1997 06:02:57 -0400 (EDT), in Message # 00000925 Shadow said: > On Tue, 19 Aug 1997 04:18:42 -0500, in Message # 00000924 > Michael Jon Knight said: > > He stopped in the center of the main room. He reached out through > his oldest link, the one between he and Knytt. There! He felt her. > He focused in on it, opening up so the rest of the CAoL could > hear... Up on the roof, John takes in what Pyewackett projects. > "Bah! That won't work either," the Controller shouted as he wadded > up a sheet of parchment and incinerated it with a blast of plasma. "Oh Gods, No," John whispers. > Pyewackett screamed, *KNNNNNYYYYYTT!!!!!!* But his cry was met by > silence. Worse than silence, nothing. Not even a presence. He began > to yowl plaintively, pleading with some higher power to bring Knytt > back. But he knew deep down this was it. His oldest and dearest > friend in the world was dead. Pyewackett laid down on the floor, his > head between his paws and closed his eyes. His emotions ripped > apart, he lay there silently. John closed his eyes, twin tracks of tears streaming down his cheeks. > The Controller stood for a moment, contemplating his own future. > Wondering if he had just created his future self... OOC: I'd say he just assured total obliteration of all that he is. Reference to my .sig. =========================== Date: Tue, 19 Aug 1997 08:04:42 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 - A Death in the Family On Tue, 19 Aug 1997 07:47:48, in Message # 00000927 "L.J. Wolfe" said: On Tue, 19 Aug 1997 04:18:42 -0500, in Message # 00000924 > Michael Jon Knight said: >"KnightShift? I thought there was something familiar about you. Well, >as a fellow scientifically minded individual, I wonder if you would >help me in a little experiment?" The Controller strapped Knytt onto a >table. He reached up and pulled a large laser into position over >Knytt's head. "I have been modifying this surgical laser and I want >to see how I have done." Having been in the Controller's hands before, more than once, Morgan's heart went out Knytt. >/Pyewackett! I'm with the Controller! He's got a laser aimed at >meeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUU >UUGGGGGGGGHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!........................../ Morgan sobbed and buried her face in Roland's shoulder. He held her, and a tear ran down his cheek as well. They had both felt the impulse to fly to their friend's rescue, but they both knew it was too late. >Pyewackett screamed, *KNNNNNYYYYYTT!!!!!!* But his cry was met by >silence. Worse than silence, nothing. Not even a presence. He began >to yowl plaintively, pleading with some higher power to bring Knytt >back. But he knew deep down this was it. His oldest and dearest >friend in the world was dead. Pyewackett laid down on the floor, his >head between his paws and closed his eyes. His emotions ripped apart, >he lay there silently. Roland stroked Morgan's hair as she got up and went to Pywackett. She sat on the floor next to the feline God, took him into her lap, and quietly petted him. At a time like this words didn't help much, but, as they all knew, Shared Pain is Lessened. Yeah, right. =========================== Date: Tue, 19 Aug 1997 10:38:58 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 - A Death in the Family On Tue, 19 Aug 1997 10:21:35 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000928 fuzzy said: > On Tue, 19 Aug 1997 04:18:42 -0500, in Message # 00000924 > Michael Jon Knight said: > > "KnightShift? I thought there was something familiar about you. > Well, as a fellow scientifically minded individual, I wonder if you > would help me in a little experiment?" The Controller strapped Knytt > onto a table. He reached up and pulled a large laser into position > over Knytt's head. "I have been modifying this surgical laser and I > want to see how I have done." #Lord pyewackett, you are not alone.# > Pyewackett screamed, *KNNNNNYYYYYTT!!!!!!* But his cry was met by > silence. Worse than silence, nothing. Not even a presence. He began > to yowl plaintively, pleading with some higher power to bring Knytt > back. But he knew deep down this was it. His oldest and dearest > friend in the world was dead. Pyewackett laid down on the floor, his > head between his paws and closed his eyes. His emotions ripped > apart, he lay there silently. #Lord pyewackett, you are not alone.# As Fuzzy starts radiating the 'Feel' of a Nanny Cat gaurding a nest of Beloved Younglings. #Grow strong young one then we shall hunt# Fuzzy is sitting nearby ready to 'comfort' when Pyewackett can seek it. =========================== Date: Tue, 19 Aug 1997 11:05:10 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 - A Death in the Family On Tue, 19 Aug 1997 10:42:33 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000930 "P. Campbell" said: On Tue, 19 Aug 1997, Michael Jon Knight wrote: > > /Pyewackett! I'm with the Controller! He's got a laser aimed at > meeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUU > UUUGGGGGGGGHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!........................../ Outside Misern, Xzerrion's eyes glow red with helpless rage, as he begins to tap his sigil. <* We have to get in there, right now! They've got Knytt! *> > Pyewackett screamed, *KNNNNNYYYYYTT!!!!!!* But his cry was met by > silence. Worse than silence, nothing. Not even a presence. He began > to yowl plaintively, pleading with some higher power to bring Knytt > back. But he knew deep down this was it. His oldest and dearest > friend in the world was dead. Pyewackett laid down on the floor, his > head between his paws and closed his eyes. His emotions ripped > apart, he lay there silently. Xzerrion takes a deep breath, and stops tapping into his sigil before he does something that could ruin their mission and bring all of DtB's and the Controller's minions down on the three of them. He has faced death before, of friends and family. He knew he could get through it, and continue what must be done. That didn't make it any easier. His face showed only the emotional blankness of a hardened assassin, but those in the link can feel an incredible sense of loss, shielded by an ice-cold resolve that the Controller, DtB, and all of their followers in Misern would pay for what they have done. =========================== Date: Tue, 19 Aug 1997 16:36:26 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 - A Death in the Family On Tue, 19 Aug 1997 22:27:01 -0700, in Message # 00000932 Gareth L Owen said: > On Tue, 19 Aug 1997 10:42:33 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000930 > "P. Campbell" said: > > Outside Misern, Xzerrion's eyes glow red with helpless rage, as he > begins to tap his sigil. <* We have to get in there, right now! > They've got Knytt! *> /* KNYTT!! */ >> Pyewackett screamed, *KNNNNNYYYYYTT!!!!!!* But his cry was met by >> silence. Worse than silence, nothing. Not even a presence. He began >> to yowl plaintively, pleading with some higher power to bring Knytt >> back. But he knew deep down this was it. His oldest and dearest >> friend in the world was dead. Pyewackett laid down on the floor, >> his head between his paws and closed his eyes. His emotions ripped >> apart, he lay there silently. Stranger starts, twisting in his saddle. The most sensitive minds on the link might just detect something going on in his head, metaprogramming patterns spread out through his consciousness, reforming his lower neural circuits. In short, his emotions just shut down. /* I am sorry my friend, I cannot grieve for you now, but we will avange you and then I will grieve */ > Xzerrion takes a deep breath, and stops tapping into his sigil > before he does something that could ruin their mission and bring all > of DtB's and the Controller's minions down on the three of them. He > has faced death before, of friends and family. He knew he could get > through it, and continue what must be done. That didn't make it any > easier. His face showed only the emotional blankness of a hardened > assassin, but those in the link can feel an incredible sense of > loss, shielded by an ice-cold resolve that the Controller, DtB, and > all of their followers in Misern would pay for what they have done. Stranger glances across at Xzerrion, and mutters under his breath, "OK, Mr Controller, no way you live, no way." =========================== Date: Tue, 19 Aug 1997 16:37:06 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: At the gates to.... MISERN??? On Tue, 19 Aug 1997 23:33:47 -0700, in Message # 00000936 Gareth L Owen said: caprice wrote: > >> <* Should I tell him about his incarnation's violation of the >> spirit of an honorable challenge by kidnapping Driscoll's family? >> Or do I need a fast breakout if he is dissatisfied with my answers? >> And Stranger, don't sacrifice yourself to buy us time. I got us >> into this, I'll see about getting us out. *> /* Oh, I wasn't going to sacrifice myself, he'd only kill me, that's all */ > <* Yes, I'd tell him... after all, if he's accusing Dris of > trickery... And let me handle the telport out. I've known things > that can block a d-hopper. I've yet to find something that can block > me. *> /* OK, that's much better */ =========================== Date: Tue, 19 Aug 1997 16:37:15 -0700 (PDT) Subject: AAE3 - Time Will Not Be Denied Her Champions On Tue, 19 Aug 1997 18:19:49 -0500, in Message # 00000937 Michael Jon Knight said: "Are you certain you want to stay? This world took your life once," the Doctor asked. He and Ace stood with a tall figure outside the TARDIS. They were on a hilltop overlooking Dibis. "I can't leave him. We are ancient friends. I can't bear to look at life without him. And he is facing that prospect now. And the rest are mourning my passing as well. I can't leave them like this. And once I step back in, I won't leave until it is finished and the next crusade calls." The voice was deep and easy to listen to. The figure whipped his head around to the west. The tall figure looked out over the city. His goggled eyes were hidden behind the tinting on the lenses. As he looked toward the west, into the sun, they darkened even more. He reached up with a rawhide, fingerless, gloved hand and adjusted the brim of a 5+ inch brimmed, brown hat. A khaki scarf wrapped around his face and ears. He reached inside his brown duster and removed a gold compass. He held it in his palm. Glancing at it, he closed the compass quickly and put it away. "Its over. Now, we can begin." "You've died?" "Yes, the Controller just shot a laser through my brain, hitting the regenrative gland and destroying it. Pyewackett is in great pain now. I can feel him from here, like a great wave has just washed over me. Just when I was getting to like me, too." "You don't have to do this." "My destiny lies to the west, Doctor. My future has been secured. Its time to secure theirs." "Have you got everything?" Ace asked. The figure checked the saddle bag on his shoulder, hefted his ALICE pack onto the other one, patted the khaki shirt and pants pockets. He glanced down at a leather cord around his neck. Something gold hung there, which he quickly covered beneath his duster. A canteen hung on his hip. "Alright, that's everything," he said. "Are you sure you don't want a combat suit?" Ace asked, "Or even a weapon?" "Positive." "You only have 12 lives after this one," the Doctor said. "I know. But, I used to outsmart my enemies. I need to return to that method." "You'll make an excellent Renegade, Knytt." "Shhh! I don't want everyone mobbing me for autographs." Knytt pulled the goggles and scarf down around his neck. It was Knytt. A masculine Knytt, with one brown eye, one blue. He took off the brown hat and his unruly hair seemed to have gotten even more wild. He and Ace hugged, and he shook the Doctor's hand. Putting his hat back on his head, he gave them a manic grin as he walked down the hill. He turned on a brown booted heel. "Get going you two! You've got a coup to lead. We can't have this sort of administration in one of the most powerful societies in the seven galaxies! My records are erased from the Matrix, yes?" "Positively!" the Doctor replied. "I used the same technique the Master used to erase his. They'll never know you existed." "Thanks. That was the one link left to them. This new body doesn't have the cybernetic implants, but my records were still on file. They could have traced me." "Yes. Remember, you don't have a regeneration gland any longer to worry about, and the Time Lord mixed with your own DNA has changed your physiology and given you our abilities as well, but you can no longer alter your appearance nor heal as rapidly. We do heal quickly, but nowhere near the rate you do. Or did. And remember, the 13th regeneration is death. Use your lives wisely." "Yes, Dad," Knytt said, having heard this speech several times before, "Now hit the Vortex, President-Elect and Lord High Mucky Muck of the Whatsit Time Lords," Knytt added a deep bow at the waist, nearly losing his pack in the process. The Doctor and Ace entered the TARDIS and it disappeared into the Vortex. Knytt turned back to Dibis. He took the leather cord from around his neck and removed the Gateway Bands. Slipping them onto his wrists, he felt the familiar sting, and the connection to the link. He walked back to Dibis singing: "/Oh, there once was a swagman camped in the billabong, Under the shade of a coolibah tree, And he sang as he looked at the old billy boiling, Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?/" --Knytt, the Doctor and Ace =========================== Date: Tue, 19 Aug 1997 16:37:30 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 - A Death in the Family On Tue, 19 Aug 1997 16:46:48 -0700 (MST), in Message # 00000938 gamer@host.yab.com said: > On Tue, 19 Aug 1997 04:18:42 -0500, in Message # 00000924 > Michael Jon Knight said: > > I would love to let that post hang for a few days, then send this > one, but if I haven't gotten you dreading this day by now, I won't > by prolonging your agonies. ;) Gamer, I hope you approve. > Personally, I think this is far more in character than what I > originally intended. Ok, Mike, remember, this has been the plan all > along. Deep breath, now. Ok, hit 'send'. > Looks good to me, and if the group neede a reason to want to kick the Controller's butt royally, they got it now. ;-) The only thing I could add for the Controller is, "One down, and the rest soon to follow." Also, perosnally I get to wait and decide my character's reactions, since 1) Driss isn't on the link anyways, 2) Roscoe's cut himself off the link to think and 3) I HOPE no one's relayng this to poor little Squee!!! ;-) =========================== Date: Tue, 19 Aug 1997 18:34:53 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 - Time Will Not Be Denied Her Champions On Tue, 19 Aug 1997 18:24:55, in Message # 00000939 "L.J. Wolfe" said: The common area of the Assassins Guild in Dibis was silent, as the comrads of the CAoL were each dealing with the loss of their friend in their own way. Roland's eyes were hard, and energy fairly crackled around him as he contemplated an appropriate fate for the Controller. Morgan still sat, Pyewacket (if he's chosen to stay) still on her lap. She couldn't help but think of the last friend they'd lost. He was a time traveller, too, and was with them again. Not again from _his_ point of view, perhaps. And it _did_ complicate things. But at least he wasn't entirely gone. She sent these thoughts to the feline, hoping he could, as she was, find some small comfort in them. >On Tue, 19 Aug 1997 18:19:49 -0500, in Message # 00000937 > Michael Jon Knight said: > >"Yes, Dad," Knytt said, having heard this speech several times >before, "Now hit the Vortex, President-Elect and Lord High Mucky Muck >of the Whatsit Time Lords," Knytt added a deep bow at the waist, >nearly losing his pack in the process. The Doctor and Ace entered the >TARDIS and it disappeared into the Vortex. Knytt turned back to >Dibis. He took the leather cord from around his neck and removed the >Gateway Bands. Slipping them onto his wrists, he felt the familiar >sting, and the connection to the link. He walked back to Dibis >singing: > >"/Oh, there once was a swagman camped in the billabong, > Under the shade of a coolibah tree, > And he sang as he looked at the old billy boiling, > Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?/" Everyone on the link looked at each other with a classic "Did I hear what I _think_ I just heard?" expression on their faces. I'm assuming that the link gives us more than a voice, more of a 'presence', and that there _will_ be something familiar about this new one. Morgan smiled, and, veteran of many cat-launches, made sure nothing she didn't want injured was in Pyewackett's way. Morgan /|\ =========================== Date: Tue, 19 Aug 1997 19:35:38 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Aae-Audience with a Nut. On Tue, 19 Aug 1997 19:46:52 -0700 (MST), in Message # 00000941 gamer@host.yab.com said: The Frnt gates finally are cleared and opened enough for the horses to enter. If they were going to. Tugging, Pulling, Pushing, Cursing, Begging, Pleading are all to no avail. Even letting Kitty lead the way does no good. they will NOT go in that city. Through the gates is the home to the dezions of every nightmare ever created. Zombies, Skeletons, ghouls, Ghosts, wights, wraiths, vampires and mummies stand and gape at the strange visitors to the city as they are lead through the streets by a skeleton, towards the castle of Darath the Black. A few young undead point and make noises, but are quickly hushed and chastized by their mothers. A zombie in the gutter looks up at the procession as they pass, one eyeball turned to ooze and slowly flowign down his face. He raises his arm palm upward towards the group, but it falls off into the dirt. He looks it it a moment and raises the other asking for a handout. Many of hte inhabitants watch in wonder or amazement, but a few watch the trio carefully, hunger obviously on their minds. The group passes a waggon being pulled by a pair of skeletal horses who shy away from the live newcomers, one raising up on its rear legs and nearly tipping the wagon. One skeleton leaning against a building raises the hem of her skirt to show off some leg to the passing group before a wight grabs her by the waist and pulls her inside. Finally they make it to the castle, which already has its gates and porticullus open and raised in expectation of the visitors. Entering, faces can be seen behind arrowslits and through murderholes, watching the group as they go by. They are escorted quickly through to are large antechamber, where a large figure in black adn silver platemail sits awaiting them, flanked by six skeletal warriors, bare bladed held perfectly vertically in front of them. Darath the Black does not rise, but lets the group stand there holding up his hand to stop any attempts by them to talk. Finally, after he feels enough silence has elapsed, "So, you have come in answer to my summons. Your target is in this very castle. My Castle, which I foolishly gave him free reign in and that he has begun taking from me. I can not lose face before my subjects by admitting weakness in the face of a magical construct, much less one I have placed so many public shows of trust and political power into. Thus I must take this route. Destroy the golem and bring me his head as proof that it was you who destoryed him, and the promised silver, land and titles shall be yours in exchange for your services and of course the silence fo the guild abotu this matter." =========================== Date: Tue, 19 Aug 1997 20:50:08 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: Aae-Audience with a Nut. On Tue, 19 Aug 1997 20:38:07 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000942 "P. Campbell" said: > On Tue, 19 Aug 1997 19:46:52 -0700 (MST), in Message # 00000941 > gamer@host.yab.com said: > > The Frnt gates finally are cleared and opened enough for the horses > to enter. If they were going to. Tugging, Pulling, Pushing, Cursing, > Begging, Pleading are all to no avail. Even letting Kitty lead the > way does no good. they will NOT go in that city. Xzerrion, the resourceful illusionist, corrects the problem. After a few muttered spells, the horses see, smell, and hear only ordinary humans and animals which they are used to. > Through the gates is the home to the dezions of every nightmare > ever created. Zombies, Skeletons, ghouls, Ghosts, wights, wraiths, > vampires and mummies stand and gape at the strange visitors to the > city as they are lead through the streets by a skeleton, towards the > castle of Darath the Black. A few young undead point and make > noises, but are quickly hushed and chastized by their mothers. A > zombie in the gutter looks up at the procession as they pass, one > eyeball turned to ooze and slowly flowign down his face. He raises > his arm palm upward towards the group, but it falls off into the > dirt. He looks it it a moment and raises the other asking for a > handout. Khoragh glares at him. `Somebody get this rotten peasant out of my way!' > Finally they make it to the castle, which already has its gates and > porticullus open and raised in expectation of the visitors. > Entering, faces can be seen behind arrowslits and through > murderholes, watching the group as they go by. They are escorted > quickly through to are large antechamber, where a large figure in > black adn silver platemail sits awaiting them, flanked by six > skeletal warriors, bare bladed held perfectly vertically in front of > them. Darath the Black does not rise, but lets the group stand there > holding up his hand to stop any attempts by them to talk. Khoragh dismounts and kneels, the hobgoblin obviously uncomfortable with this level of formality. > Finally, after he feels enough silence has elapsed, "So, you > have come in answer to my summons. Your target is in this very > castle. My Castle, which I foolishly gave him free reign in and that > he has begun taking from me. I can not lose face before my subjects > by admitting weakness in the face of a magical construct, much less > one I have placed so many public shows of trust and political power > into. Thus I must take this route. Destroy the golem and bring me > his head as proof that it was you who destoryed him, and the > promised silver, land and titles shall be yours in exchange for your > services and of course the silence fo the guild abotu this matter." "As you command, m'Lord. An' how much time will ye gi' us ta kill the thing. It may take even us a bit, ya know. An' can ye gi' us a place ta sleep, an' form a few wee plans?" =========================== Date: Tue, 19 Aug 1997 21:51:10 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 - Time Will Not Be Denied Her Champions On Tue, 19 Aug 1997 21:47:33 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000944 fuzzy said: > On Tue, 19 Aug 1997 18:24:55, in Message # 00000939 > "L.J. Wolfe" said: > >>On Tue, 19 Aug 1997 18:19:49 -0500, in Message # 00000937 >> Michael Jon Knight said: >> >>"/Oh, there once was a swagman camped in the billabong, >> Under the shade of a coolibah tree, >> And he sang as he looked at the old billy boiling, >> Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?/" > > Everyone on the link looked at each other with a classic "Did I hear > what I _think_ I just heard?" expression on their faces. \#Assume Hover Cycle Form, With side-car, Prepair to track Link and Teleport.#\ The Nemisis Split shifts to the specified form. While Fuzzy Mounts "#Ready when you are, Lord Pyewackett!#" > I'm assuming that the link gives us more than a voice, more of > a 'presence', and that there _will_ be something familiar about this > new one. =========================== Date: Tue, 19 Aug 1997 23:50:07 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 - Time Will Not Be Denied Her Champions On Wed, 20 Aug 1997 01:37:41 -0500, in Message # 00000946 Michael Jon Knight said: >On Tue, 19 Aug 1997 21:47:33 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000944 > fuzzy said: > >\#Assume Hover Cycle Form, With side-car, Prepair to track Link and >Teleport.#\ > >The Nemisis Split shifts to the specified form. > >While Fuzzy Mounts >"#Ready when you are, Lord Pyewackett!#" Pyewackett vanished from Morgan's lap and appeared in the side car. He let out a loud mreow, which the lens translated, for those not fluent in Feline, as an excited "Let's go quickly!" --Pyewackett =========================== Date: Wed, 20 Aug 1997 00:35:17 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 - Time Will Not Be Denied Her Champions On Wed, 20 Aug 1997 00:19:17 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000947 fuzzy said: > On Wed, 20 Aug 1997 01:37:41 -0500, in Message # 00000946 > Michael Jon Knight said: > > Pyewackett vanished from Morgan's lap and appeared in the side car. > > He let out a loud mreow, which the lens translated, for those not > fluent in Feline, as an excited "Let's go quickly!" The HoverCycle Disappears Arriving three feet to the left and two feet above Knytt Just Pouncing Distance... :) "\HMmm, Not a little girl any more, No Candy for you.\" "\Would you perhaps, Be in need of a ride?\" =========================== Date: Wed, 20 Aug 1997 06:50:27 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 - Time Will Not Be Denied Her Champions On Wed, 20 Aug 97 08:24:05 CDT, in Message # 00000950 Mike Knight said: >On Wed, 20 Aug 1997 00:19:17 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000947 > fuzzy said: >The HoverCycle Disappears > >Arriving three feet to the left and two feet above Knytt > Just Pouncing Distance... :) > >"\HMmm, Not a little girl any more, No Candy for you.\" > > Indeed it does, and Knytt suddenly finds himself on the ground, with a berbling overgrown kitten on him. Picking himself and the feline God up, he remarks, "/It's just as well. My mother told me not to accept Candy from Strange Men./" He grinned, leaving off the obvious punchline. >"\Would you perhaps, Be in need of a ride?\" "/Absotively, posilutely./" Knytt replied, oddly white teeth flashing a grin. Pale pink fingers scratched behind Pyewackett's ears, knowing all the best spots automatically. =========================== Date: Wed, 20 Aug 1997 10:05:30 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: Aae-Audience with a Nut. On Wed, 20 Aug 1997 09:49:52 PDT, in Message # 00000953 "Caprice Davis" said: >On Tue, 19 Aug 1997 20:38:07 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000942 > "P. Campbell" said: > >> On Tue, 19 Aug 1997 19:46:52 -0700 (MST), in Message # 00000941 >> gamer@host.yab.com said: >> >> Finally they make it to the castle, which already has its gates >> and porticullus open and raised in expectation of the visitors. >> Entering, faces can be seen behind arrowslits and through >> murderholes, watching the group as they go by. Caprice's robe brushes against the wall of a hallway, and something like a tiny brown ball is left behind in a crack. >Khoragh dismounts and kneels, the hobgoblin obviously uncomfortable >with this level of formality. Caprice kneels behind Khoragh, her head bowed deeply. She does not raise her eyes, nor does she look directly at Darath the Black. >"As you command, m'Lord. An' how much time will ye gi' us ta kill the >thing. It may take even us a bit, ya know. An' can ye gi' us a place >ta sleep, an' form a few wee plans?" Caprice remains kneeling, head still bowed. She does not move, does not speak... ... As elsewhere in the castle, a tiny brown spider skitters along cracks. =========================== Date: Wed, 20 Aug 1997 11:05:30 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 - Time Will Not Be Denied Her Champions On Wed, 20 Aug 1997 10:53:38 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000954 fuzzy said: > On Wed, 20 Aug 97 08:24:05 CDT, in Message # 00000950 > Mike Knight said: > > "/Absotively, posilutely./" Knytt replied, oddly white teeth > flashing a grin. Pale pink fingers scratched behind Pyewackett's > ears, knowing all the best spots automatically. Fuzzy lands the HoverCycle "\Where will we be heading?\" "\I've heard that, one in a million odds come up nine times out of ten, but you should quit depending on these once in a lifetime flukes, they are far too much of a strain on the nerves.\" "Good trick though, Seems a lot like one of the tricks that I prefer not to use, the cost is horribly high, when I have be prepared to use it." "Do you by any chance know the tale of the Cat that Came Back?" =========================== Date: Wed, 20 Aug 1997 17:50:40 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 - Time Will Not Be Denied Her Champions On Wed, 20 Aug 1997 19:37:39 -0500, in Message # 00000958 Michael Jon Knight said: >On Wed, 20 Aug 1997 10:53:38 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000954 > fuzzy said: >Fuzzy lands the HoverCycle > >"\Where will we be heading?\" "The Guildhall. I believe I have some explaining, and maybe even a little apologizing to do." Knytt put his bags in the side car. He dropped his hat on top of the bags, climbed into the car and Pyewackett settled into his lap. >"\I've heard that, one in a million odds come up nine times out of >ten, but you should quit depending on these once in a lifetime >flukes, they are far too much of a strain on the nerves.\" "I know," Knytt managed to pull his notebook computer from his pack (for once it was sitting on top) and begin typing an email message. (He continued conversing as he typed.) Pyewackett watched the screen, his eyes growing wider as he read what was being written. Knytt hit 'send' and closed the notebook, putting it back in his ALICE pack. >"Good trick though, Seems a lot like one of the tricks that I prefer >not to use, the cost is horribly high, when I have be prepared to use >it." "True.....but *when* they work, the results can be beautiful." Knytt smiled the smile of someone finally and truely Free. "Mind if we take the Physical route back? I am not quite ready to go back indoors. /As a matter of fact, why don't we meet outside? I don't think we have collectively seen the sun in a long time. Believe me, it feels great./" >"Do you by any chance know the tale of the Cat that Came Back?" "No, tell me about it," Knytt beamed. =========================== Date: Wed, 20 Aug 1997 20:05:35 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 - Time Will Not Be Denied Her Champions On Wed, 20 Aug 1997 19:59:56 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000959 fuzzy said: > On Wed, 20 Aug 1997 19:37:39 -0500, in Message # 00000958 > Michael Jon Knight said: > > "Mind if we take the Physical route back? I am not quite ready to go > back indoors. /As a matter of fact, why don't we meet outside? I > don't think we have collectively seen the sun in a long time. > Believe me, it feels great./" "Not at all, \How about the battlements of the keep, or the roof of the Guild Hall?\" >>"Do you by any chance know the tale of the Cat that Came Back?" > > "No, tell me about it," Knytt beamed. "Well, If you will excuse my voice" The Cat Came Back "There are many versions that I have heard, but the essentials remain the same." =========================== Date: Thu, 21 Aug 1997 04:35:27 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 - Time Will Not Be Denied Her Champions On Thu, 21 Aug 1997 06:24:28 -0500, in Message # 00000960 Michael Jon Knight said: >On Wed, 20 Aug 1997 19:59:56 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000959 > fuzzy said: > >"Not at all, \How about the battlements of the keep, or the roof of >the Guild Hall?\" "/I'll leave it up to you folks. I just desperately need a tan./" >"Well, If you will excuse my voice" > > > The Cat Came Back > > >End Singing> > >"There are many versions that I have heard, but the essentials remain >the same." "Sounds like me alright. I just don't know when to take a hint." Knytt chuckles. =========================== Date: Thu, 21 Aug 1997 17:05:50 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: Aae-Audience with a Nut. On Thu, 21 Aug 1997 16:47:41 -0700 (MST), in Message # 00000962 gamer@host.yab.com said: > On Wed, 20 Aug 1997 09:49:52 PDT, in Message # 00000953 > "Caprice Davis" said: > >>On Tue, 19 Aug 1997 20:38:07 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000942 >> "P. Campbell" said: >> >>"As you command, m'Lord. An' how much time will ye gi' us ta kill >>the thing. It may take even us a bit, ya know. An' can ye gi' us a >>place ta sleep, an' form a few wee plans?" "For you to stay here would arouse too much suspicion in the Golem. It would make your task even more difficult than it already is. I can not give you rooms here and your entrances adn exits from the castle must be done on your own. Go down to the city, there should be rooms available in one of hte inns. Tell them that I sent you and they will treat you well." He looks as teh trio and rises from his chair, striding confidently over to Caprice, his undead guard in tow. he reaches down and raises up her face towards him wiht one ice cold hand. "Perhaps I could make an exception for one small woman. I could hide you in my own private chambers." > Caprice remains kneeling, head still bowed. She does not move, does > not speak... > > ... As elsewhere in the castle, a tiny brown spider skitters along > cracks. Undead guards walk slowly along the dirty hallways and none seem to notice the spider except for a few regualr spiders who move to protect their webs. =========================== Date: Thu, 21 Aug 1997 17:14:31 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: Aae-Audience with a Nut. On Thu, 21 Aug 1997 17:09:58 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000963 "P. Campbell" said: On Thu, 21 Aug 1997 gamer@host.yab.com wrote: > > "For you to stay here would arouse too much suspicion in the Golem. > It would make your task even more difficult than it already is. I > can not give you rooms here and your entrances adn exits from the > castle must be done on your own. Go down to the city, there should > be rooms available in one of hte inns. Tell them that I sent you and > they will treat you well." `Then we will take our leave, and retire to the inn.' > He looks as teh trio and rises from his chair, striding confidently > over to Caprice, his undead guard in tow. he reaches down and raises > up her face towards him wiht one ice cold hand. "Perhaps I could > make an exception for one small woman. I could hide you in my own > private chambers." `I'm afraid we need her, m'lord. You must understand that eliminating the Golem does come first.' =========================== Date: Thu, 21 Aug 1997 17:36:32 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 - Time Will Not Be Denied Her Champions On Fri, 22 Aug 1997 01:24:18 -0700, in Message # 00000965 Gareth L Owen said: Far away in a dead city, the Stranger picks up Knytt's 'return' over the link. He notes it without emotion. /* He's back. Good. */ Then he carries on. (OOC: some very good writing, Mike, building up to the climax, etc. Well done. Oh, and don't mind Stranger, he'll be pleased to see you once he restarts his emotions. ) =========================== Date: Thu, 21 Aug 1997 17:38:15 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: Aae-Audience with a Nut. On Fri, 22 Aug 1997 01:29:24 -0700, in Message # 00000967 Gareth L Owen said: > On Tue, 19 Aug 1997 19:46:52 -0700 (MST), in Message # 00000941 > gamer@host.yab.com said: > > Through the gates is the home to the dezions of every nightmare > ever created. Zombies, Skeletons, ghouls, Ghosts, wights, wraiths, > vampires and mummies stand and gape at the strange visitors to the > city as they are lead through the streets by a skeleton, towards the > castle of Darath the Black. A few young undead point and make > noises, but are quickly hushed and chastized by their mothers. /* Young undead? Either they've always been undead children and always will be, or they've found a way to breed. couldn't be. could it? */ > Finally they make it to the castle, which already has its gates and > porticullus open and raised in expectation of the visitors. > Entering, faces can be seen behind arrowslits and through > murderholes, watching the group as they go by. They are escorted > quickly through to are large antechamber, where a large figure in > black adn silver platemail sits awaiting them, flanked by six > skeletal warriors, bare bladed held perfectly vertically in front of > them. Darath the Black does not rise, but lets the group stand there > holding up his hand to stop any attempts by Stranger falls in behind Khoragh and kneels along with him. =========================== Date: Thu, 21 Aug 1997 19:20:42 -0700 (PDT) Subject: The New Dibis On Thu, 21 Aug 1997 19:11:04 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000970 fuzzy said: As the HoverCycle appproches the city, Rising to get a better view. Knytt is not totally suprised (due to 'Her' Walk earlier) But the extent of the modifications is a bit ... The City looks to be in Mint condition, As the last of the Street lights shut off for the day Fountains sparkle in the Dawn Light, In each major intersection. The Keep and some of the more compleatly destroyed buildings show signs of More modern design Some also have Murals, \Nemisis Why are there New Murals in Dibis?\ Nemisis Responds \Some of the Citzens requested decoration during reconstruction of their homes, I saw no reason to refuse.\ And the Grey dome of the Hospital stands out near the Keep. As we get closer it is possible to see that the Laser Cannons on the Keep Battlements have been repared and there are additionally Laser Cannons on the City wall now. "\I managed to convice Nemisis not to build a store to Sell electrical applainces... Every dwelling down there now has at least 3 Safety type Electric outlets and a clean water outlet that looks like Standard Kitchen Pump.\" =========================== Date: Thu, 21 Aug 1997 20:20:59 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: Aae-Audience with a Nut. On Fri, 22 Aug 1997 00:09:37 -0400 (EDT), in Message # 00000971 caprice said: On Thu, 21 Aug 1997, P. Campbell wrote: > On Thu, 21 Aug 1997 gamer@host.yab.com wrote: > >> He looks as teh trio and rises from his chair, striding >> confidently over to Caprice, his undead guard in tow. he reaches >> down and raises up her face towards him wiht one ice cold hand. >> "Perhaps I could make an exception for one small woman. I could >> hide you in my own private chambers." Caprice does not flinch from his touch, though she is very still. The only part of her visable are her eyes, green as grass, and slightly tilted at the corners. Her eyes go very wide at the 'honor' being done her. > `I'm afraid we need her, m'lord. You must understand that > eliminating the Golem does come first.' <* Forget eliminating the golem.... I might wind up eliminating Darath the Black... or hell, I might have to go along, we can't break character until we have the brother... the price to pay.... *> Caprice remains silent, trembling just the tiniest amount, her eyes wide. =========================== Date: Thu, 21 Aug 1997 20:38:34 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: The New Dibis On Thu, 21 Aug 1997 22:22:24 -0500, in Message # 00000972 Michael Jon Knight said: >On Thu, 21 Aug 1997 19:11:04 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000970 > fuzzy said: > >As the HoverCycle appproches the city, Rising to get a better view. >Knytt is not totally suprised (due to 'Her' Walk earlier) But the >extent of the modifications is a bit ... Knytt whistles appreciatively... >The City looks to be in Mint condition, >As we get closer it is possible to see that the Laser Cannons on the >Keep Battlements have been repared and there are additionally Laser >Cannons on the City wall now. "/Well-built and well-armed.../" Knytt said, slipping his goggles back over his eyes. The lenses darkened in the sunlight. "/This place is going to be a tourist trap, you all realise that, don't you?/" >Every dwelling down there now has at least 3 Safety type Electric >outlets and a clean water outlet that looks like Standard Kitchen >Pump.\" "/Just tell me those pumps are functional without electircity and that the electrical grid is buried deep enough that people won't be electrocuted when someone decides to dig a well for a new home...and that these are guarenteed against general acts of Gods./" Despite his concern, Knytt couldn't help but grin. "/'Always leave your campsite better than you found it.'/" =========================== Date: Thu, 21 Aug 1997 21:05:47 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: The New Dibis On Thu, 21 Aug 1997 21:01:48 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000973 fuzzy said: > On Thu, 21 Aug 1997 22:22:24 -0500, in Message # 00000972 > Michael Jon Knight said: > > "/Just tell me those pumps are functional without electircity and > that the electrical grid is buried deep enough that people won't be > electrocuted when someone decides to dig a well for a new home...and > that these are guarenteed against general acts of Gods./" Despite > his concern, Knytt couldn't help but grin. "\The Pumps connect to presurized lines, they actually only regulate the water, releasing 1 liter per pump, Both the Water pipes and the Eletriacal conduits are Hi-denisty Ceramets, According to Nemisis it would take a major earthquake or one of the weapons that Dhyrclhance Enchanted to break or cut them. The Hospital's Repair Drones Will also repair the lines. Water is tapped from the Elemental Plane, Filtered, and run thru the Elemental Fire powered Boilers to drive the turbines, The distilled to fill the pressurized water lines. All of the machinery is built into the Ceramet foundations of the Hospital, and heavily armored.\" > "/'Always leave your campsite better than you found it.'/" "\It's just good manners.\" =========================== Date: Thu, 21 Aug 1997 21:53:58 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: Aae-Audience with a Nut. On Thu, 21 Aug 1997 21:55:08 -0700 (MST), in Message # 00000974 gamer@host.yab.com said: > On Fri, 22 Aug 1997 00:09:37 -0400 (EDT), in Message # 00000971 > caprice said: > > <* Forget eliminating the golem.... I might wind up eliminating > Darath the Black... or hell, I might have to go along, we can't > break character until we have the brother... the price to pay.... *> > > Caprice remains silent, trembling just the tiniest amount, her eyes > wide. Darath the Black stares deeply into those eyes and even through the mear eye-slits of hte greathelm Caprice seems to be able to feel that something truly inhuman resides behind that mask of black steel. It seems like an eternity, adn then suddely the support under her chin is gone as he removes his hand. "Very well then. You have my leave to go. When you return again I expect to see the remains of the Golem's head in your hands. And perhaps then your woman will wish to discuss earning a personal Bonus..." He strides out of the room leaving the trio and his personal Guards behind. The skeletal escort who guided them to the castle is waiting for them on their exit, and seems to already know their next destination, beconing them to follow. Down more streets filled with all types of undead until the tavern district is reached. Stables line either side of the district, and one long wide street houses dozens of inns and taverns. Many no longer have anykind of sign showing their name, elements and disregard having erased and destroyed them completely. But a few still have signs hanging with colorful names in ancient Miserian script scrawled on them. The Crimson Dragon. The Gutted Hog. The Albino Lizard. Moe's. Undead are coming and going steadily from these establishments, and a few just seem contented to lay in the streets clutching old bottles long empty. In an alleyway between two taverns, a pair of wraiths rip the head off a zombie and grab its purse before it can reattach its cranium. By the time it can see again, the pair is mixing with the crowds. One tavern seems expecially busy, and a quick walk by and peek inside shows why. It has live entertainment. On a small stage, a skull headed Banshee wails as a skeleton beats on a drum and a pair of zombies blow flutes. =========================== Date: Thu, 21 Aug 1997 21:54:09 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: Aae-Audience with a Nut. On Thu, 21 Aug 1997 21:51:08 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000975 "P. Campbell" said: On Thu, 21 Aug 1997, caprice wrote: > > Caprice does not flinch from his touch, though she is very still. > The only part of her visable are her eyes, green as grass, and > slightly tilted at the corners. Her eyes go very wide at the 'honor' > being done her. <* Are you thinking of ... *> Khoragh shows as little emotion as always, but Xzerrion is a bit sick at the thought. > <* Forget eliminating the golem.... I might wind up eliminating > Darath the Black... or hell, I might have to go along, we can't > break character until we have the brother... the price to pay.... *> <* We don't want to do that if there's any way around it. Submitting to the touch of that ... thing ... seems a bit nauseating. Or more than a bit. *> =========================== Date: Thu, 21 Aug 1997 22:21:03 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: Aae-Audience with a Nut. On Thu, 21 Aug 1997 21:59:58 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000977 "P. Campbell" said: On Thu, 21 Aug 1997 gamer@host.yab.com wrote: > > "Very well then. You have my leave to go. When you return again I > expect to see the remains of the Golem's head in your hands. And > perhaps then your woman will wish to discuss earning a personal > Bonus..." `So it shall be, my lord, if there is enough left of its head to bring you.' > The skeletal escort who guided them to the castle is waiting for > them on their exit, and seems to already know their next > destination, beconing them to follow. Down more streets filled with > all types of undead until the tavern district is reached. Stables > line either side of the district, and one long wide street houses > dozens of inns and taverns. Many no longer have anykind of sign > showing their name, elements and disregard having erased and > destroyed them completely. But a few still have signs hanging with > colorful names in ancient Miserian script scrawled on them. The > Crimson Dragon. The Gutted Hog. The Albino Lizard. Moe's. Undead are > coming and going steadily from these establishments, and a few just > seem contented to lay in the streets clutching old bottles long > empty. In an alleyway between two taverns, a pair of wraiths rip the > head off a zombie and grab its purse before it can reattach its > cranium. By the time it can see again, the pair is mixing with the > crowds. Khoragh turns to the guards. `We can manage now from here. You're dismissed. Report back to Darath.' After they leave (assuming they do), Khoragh looks for the inn which seems to be in the best shape. He approaches the proprietor of The Crimson Dragon. `The three of us would like rooms for the night, and stabling for our mounts. Guests of Lord Darath. We have silver to compensate for your trouble.' Khoragh displays several coins. =========================== Date: Fri, 22 Aug 1997 07:05:59 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: Aae-Audience with a Nut. On Fri, 22 Aug 1997 06:53:58 PDT, in Message # 00000978 "Caprice Davis" said: >On Thu, 21 Aug 1997 21:51:08 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000975 > "P. Campbell" said: > ><* Are you thinking of ... *> Khoragh shows as little emotion as >always, but Xzerrion is a bit sick at the thought. <* Not if I can help it... *> ><* We don't want to do that if there's any way around it. Submitting >to the touch of that ... thing ... seems a bit nauseating. Or more >than a bit. *> <* More than a bit... my instincts are screaming at me to kill... *> >> Caprice remains silent, trembling just the tiniest amount, her eyes >> wide. (OOC: Those on the link would know the trembling isn't fear, but nausau and rage) =========================== Date: Fri, 22 Aug 1997 07:21:00 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: Aae-Audience with a Nut. On Fri, 22 Aug 1997 07:19:01 PDT, in Message # 00000979 "Caprice Davis" said: >> Darath the Black stares deeply into those eyes and even through >> the mear eye-slits of hte greathelm Caprice seems to be able to >> feel that something truly inhuman resides behind that mask of black >> steel. It seems like an eternity, adn then suddely the support >> under her chin is gone as he removes his hand. Caprice lowers her head again, still on her knees, bowing deeply. If her head were any lower, it would probably be touching the floor. >> "Very well then. You have my leave to go. When you return again I >> expect to see the remains of the Golem's head in your hands. And >> perhaps then your woman will wish to discuss earning a personal >> Bonus..." <* If it ever looks like he is going to get his hands on me... kill me first. *> >> He strides out of the room leaving the trio and his personal >> Guards behind. As Caprice leaves, she leaves two more spiders behind. in cracks... >> The skeletal escort who guided them to the castle is waiting for >> them on their exit, and seems to already know their next >> destination, beconing them to follow. Down more streets filled with >> all types of undead until the tavern district is reached. *snip* In the castle, three spiders scurry along their spidery ways... one heading towards Darath the Black's personal chambers (though not entering), the others heading towards the Controller's territory. These two scurry about through the cracks, looking for the Controller and his prisoners. =========================== Date: Fri, 22 Aug 1997 09:06:30 -0700 (PDT) Subject: AAE3 - Getting Back Into the Swing of Things... On Fri, 22 Aug 1997 10:08:34 -0500, in Message # 00000980 Michael Jon Knight said: As the HoverCycle speeds on through the city, Knytt realizes he is here for a purpose. "/So, did I miss anything while I was away?/" > =========================== Date: Fri, 22 Aug 1997 09:06:39 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: Aae-Audience with a Nut. On Fri, 22 Aug 1997 09:03:03 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000981 "P. Campbell" said: On Fri, 22 Aug 1997, Caprice Davis wrote: > > <* If it ever looks like he is going to get his hands on me... kill > me first. *> Khoragh's face twists into a truly goblinoid snarl. <* I'd prefer to kill him, myself. *> =========================== Date: Fri, 22 Aug 1997 14:36:18 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Argent's Day, er. night... On Fri, 22 Aug 1997 14:18:58 PDT, in Message # 00000983 "Caprice Davis" said: After watching the scout party off to Misern, Argent glanced at Ak'hasta, then slipped quietly out of the door. She paused for a moment in the hall, to see if Ak'hasta follows. (OOC: If he doesn't, just snip this part Xzerrion) Argent looks up at Ak'hasta, though it isn't too far up... One of the few advantages to her non-human blood. "I'm heading over to the Mercenary's Guild. Even if there isn't a counter attack, we're the closest thing to a guard this city has now.. and someone has to keep the peace." There's also another feeling behind her words.. that she isn't quite comfortable hanging around the Assassian's Guild. =========================== Date: Fri, 22 Aug 1997 15:06:41 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: Argent's Day, er. night... On Fri, 22 Aug 1997 14:47:29 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000984 "P. Campbell" said: On Fri, 22 Aug 1997, Caprice Davis wrote: > > After watching the scout party off to Misern, Argent glanced at > Ak'hasta, then slipped quietly out of the door. She paused for a > moment in the hall, to see if Ak'hasta follows. > > (OOC: If he doesn't, just snip this part Xzerrion) > > Argent looks up at Ak'hasta, though it isn't too far up... One of > the few advantages to her non-human blood. "I'm heading over to the > Mercenary's Guild. Even if there isn't a counter attack, we're the > closest thing to a guard this city has now.. and someone has to keep > the peace." There's also another feeling behind her words.. that she > isn't quite comfortable hanging around the Assassian's Guild. `Should I join you? I've had decades of practice at this sort of thing, if the people won't condemn me out of hand for who I was.' =========================== Date: Fri, 22 Aug 1997 15:06:55 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: Argent's Day, er. night... On Fri, 22 Aug 1997 15:01:40 PDT, in Message # 00000985 "Caprice Davis" said: >`Should I join you? I've had decades of practice at this sort of > thing, if the people won't condemn me out of hand for who I was.' Argent smiles... it's not a pleasant smile. In fact, it explains alot towards how a woman has managed to survive as a merc in this culture. "The ones that count will be more interested in what you can do for us than what you were. And if there are any problems I will _deal_ with them." Argent opens the hidden passage, leading Ak'hasta into the Mercenary's Guildhall. =========================== Date: Fri, 22 Aug 1997 16:37:02 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 - Getting Back Into the Swing of Things... On Fri, 22 Aug 1997 16:15:35 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000988 fuzzy said: Second Try, I got cut off this morning ---------- message ---------- > On Fri, 22 Aug 1997 10:08:34 -0500, in Message # 00000980 > Michael Jon Knight said: > > As the HoverCycle speeds on through the city, Knytt realizes he is > here for a purpose. > > "/So, did I miss anything while I was away?/" "\Yes, the scouting team is in Misern, When you are ready here {} is the key to my memories of the time since you left.\" > to....MISERN?????" thread. > =========================== Date: Fri, 22 Aug 1997 16:37:11 -0700 (PDT) Subject: OOC: Re: Aae-Audience with a Nut. On Fri, 22 Aug 1997 16:22:19 PDT, in Message # 00000989 "Caprice Davis" said: >> In the castle, three spiders scurry along their spidery ways... one >> heading towards Darath the Black's personal chambers (though not >> entering), the others heading towards the Controller's territory. >> These two scurry about through the cracks, looking for the >> Controller and his prisoners. >> > OOC Question, If you remmerber from the cutaway you saw, The > Controller is (or was) in one of the towers, the prisoners in the > dunegeon. are they going to split up, or continue to stay together > and go after one then then other? If so am I correct in reading the > above as The Controller is the important one to find right now? The spiders are going to split up... when they find the parties they are looking for, they will find a corner and start spinning webs. =========================== Date: Fri, 22 Aug 1997 16:37:20 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: Aae-Audience with a Nut. On Fri, 22 Aug 1997 16:33:49 -0700 (MST), in Message # 00000990 gamer@host.yab.com said: > On Thu, 21 Aug 1997 21:59:58 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000977 > "P. Campbell" said: > > `The three of us would like rooms for the night, and stabling for > our mounts. Guests of Lord Darath. We have silver to compensate for > your trouble.' Khoragh displays several coins. The Crimson Dragon appears to be one of hte more upscale Inns on the street, at least by the clientel. No Skeletons or Zombies are in sight. The Innkeeper behind the desk at first appears perfectly normal, but his hand slips through the desk revleaing his ghostly nature. Looking off to the right of the stairs through the door to the tavern area, the people almost look alive as they eat drink, chat and laugh together. Impressions that are quickly shattered however when it's noted that the most comonly ordered drink appears to be blood and the food is raw rotten meat from some unidentifiable creature The Innkeeper looks up at Khoragh and moves his mouth, but hte actual speech is telepathic. *Three rooms? Yes sir. We haven't had any new guests in a while and have plenty of vacencies. it'll be a pleasure. Will you be requiring um....company in any of those rooms?* =========================== Date: Fri, 22 Aug 1997 17:06:21 -0700 (PDT) Subject: OOC: Re: AAE3 - Getting Back Into the Swing of Things... On Fri, 22 Aug 1997 18:38:46 -0500, in Message # 00000991 Michael Jon Knight said: >On Fri, 22 Aug 1997 10:34:00 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000982 > fuzzy said: > >> On Fri, 22 Aug 1997 10:08:34 -0500, in Message # 00000980 >> Michael Jon Knight said: >> >> "/So, did I miss anything while I was away?/" > >"\Yes, the scouting team is in Misern, When yo I knew we wanted to preoccupy ourselves a bit and slow things down enough so hopefully everyone can take part in the final battle, but this is ridiculous. Oh, Knytt does know about the scouting party being in front of the gates. That was when he left. And when he returned, they were just let inside. So, so far he simply thinks they must have been cooling their heals for the time he was gone (from their perspective). I am guessing in Quaren time he was gone 10-15 minutes at most (However long the thread is supposed to have lasted.) From Knytt's POV, he has been off the link for a day. Anyway, hope whatever happened to the rest of your thought isn't serious. --Mike -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- The DEAD END of the Infobahn! http://www.idir.net/~mjknight/index.html "I AM NOT A NUMBER I AM A FREE-WHEELING UNICYCLE" -- Kadiatu _The Also People: Doctor Who - The New Adventures_ by Ben Aaronovitch "Imagination is the one weapon in the war against reality." -- Jules de Gaultier =========================== Date: Fri, 22 Aug 1997 18:36:36 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: Aae-Audience with a Nut. On Fri, 22 Aug 1997 18:32:29 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000992 "P. Campbell" said: On Fri, 22 Aug 1997 gamer@host.yab.com wrote: > > The Crimson Dragon appears to be one of hte more upscale Inns on > teh street, at least by the clientel. No Skeletons or Zombies are in > sight. The Innkeeper behind the desk at first appears perfectly > normal, but his hand slips through the desk revleaing his ghostly > nature. Looking off to the right of the stairs through the door to > the tavern area, the people almost look alive as they eat drink, > chat and laugh together. Impressions that are quickly shattered > however when it's noted that the most comonly ordered drink appears > to be blood and the food is raw rotten meat from some unidentifiable > creature <* Gee, the place is undead tonight ... *> > The Innkeeper looks up at Khoragh and moves his mouth, but hte > actual speech is telepathic. *Three rooms? Yes sir. We haven't had > any new guests in a while and have plenty of vacencies. it'll be a > pleasure. Will you be requiring um....company in any of those > rooms?* `Thank you, but no. For now, we require simply the rooms and privacy.' =========================== Date: Fri, 22 Aug 1997 19:06:47 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 - Getting Back Into the Swing of Things... On Fri, 22 Aug 1997 20:58:50 -0500, in Message # 00000993 Michael Jon Knight said: >On Fri, 22 Aug 1997 16:15:35 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000988 > fuzzy said: > >Second Try, I got cut off this morning Well, that answers my question. :) >"\Yes, the scouting team is in Misern, When you are ready here {} is >the key to my memories of the time since you left.\" /Ok. Well, I discovered that with the cybernetic implants gone, I am not as strong a telepath, but the training still works. Surprisingly, it's the same training given every young Time Lord. At least for those in the Prydonian Chapter./ /So what did I miss?.....{reviewing the memories in question}....Whoa... /Yes, telling Darath the truth is the best bet. Good way to phrase it Xzerrion... / I was wondering when -he- would turn up...I can't envision a god using quite that tone or language...What little I saw of Magi seemed more formal...Interesting though that he didn't just show up as normal... /Oh my.........I would have told you all I was back, but I had no memory of my being on the link, so I had to stay quiet until it was over.......it's no excuse, but it's the only reason I had... /-Well-, it's been an -active- morning.../ =========================== Date: Fri, 22 Aug 1997 23:36:24 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 - Getting Back Into the Swing of Things... On Fri, 22 Aug 1997 23:22:07, in Message # 00000995 "L.J. Wolfe" said: >On Fri, 22 Aug 1997 20:58:50 -0500, in Message # 00000993 > Michael Jon Knight said: > >/-Well-, it's been an -active- morning.../ As the HoverCycle approaches the Guild Hall, Morgan heads for the roof (assuming Roland and whoever else wants to is right behind her). She stands, patiently, waiting for the cycle to land and it's passengers to disembark. As soon as Knytt is clear of the craft she pounces, giving him a big hug. After she's squeezed him long and hard enough to satisfy herself that he's really there, she gives him a mischievious look. "OK, _now_ we're even." At his quizzical look, she explains. "Last time _I_ was the one who died, and you went ape. Now _you've_ died and returned against all odds. I'd say that makes us even." She gives him a kiss, one that's so obviously of friendship that not a flicker of jealousy comes from Roland. "Yeah, death just ain't what it used to be," quips the Freelance Immortal. "The report of his death was an exageration," Morgan adds, returning to Roland's side to let the other Callahanians present welcome Knytt back to their ranks. Morgan /|\ (P.S. Roland has made it safely to Florida, where he'll be visiting family for a few days before heading to CA. Thought y'all might like the update .) =========================== Date: Sat, 23 Aug 1997 01:51:20 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 - Getting Back Into the Swing of Things... On Sat, 23 Aug 1997 04:36:55 -0400 (EDT), in Message # 00000996 Shadow said: > On Fri, 22 Aug 1997 23:22:07, in Message # 00000995 > "L.J. Wolfe" said: > > As the HoverCycle approaches the Guild Hall, Morgan heads for the > roof (assuming Roland and whoever else wants to is right behind > her). She stands, patiently, waiting for the cycle to land and it's > passengers to disembark. As the others arrive, John stands back somewhat away from them. When the craft lands and Knytt gets out John's face goes wooden, and his eyes seem to narrow and widen at the same time. He also pulls down the mental shutters, letting nothing escape. > "Yeah, death just ain't what it used to be," quips the Freelance > Immortal. > > "The report of his death was an exageration," Morgan adds, returning > to Roland's side to let the other Callahanians present welcome Knytt > back to their ranks. John lets the others greet him first, then walks up, grasps Knytt by the forearm, and in a low voice says, "I would give you the greeting you deserve, but I still mourn the Knytt who was. I will miss her. Thank you for coming back." OOC: John is just feeling very conflicting emotions and doesn't want to let them loose right now. He was very strongly affected by Knytt's death, and had thought he was getting a grip on it only to have Knytt show up again. He doesn't have any clue about this Knytt being a clone, and is getting into his own personal ideas of personality and self. He is very close to crying again. =========================== Date: Sat, 23 Aug 1997 12:36:55 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 - Getting Back Into the Swing of Things... On Sat, 23 Aug 1997 14:24:28 -0500, in Message # 00000997 Michael Jon Knight said: >On Fri, 22 Aug 1997 23:22:07, in Message # 00000995 > "L.J. Wolfe" said: >As the HoverCycle approaches the Guild Hall, Morgan heads for the >roof (assuming Roland and whoever else wants to is right behind her). >She stands, patiently, waiting for the cycle to land and it's >passengers to disembark. Pyewackett hops out and Knytt climbs out, putting his hat back on and grabbing his pack and saddlebags. >As soon as Knytt is clear of the craft she pounces, giving him a big >hug. Knytt drops everyting and returns the hug. >After she's squeezed him long and hard enough to satisfy herself that >he's really there, she gives him a mischievious look. "OK, _now_ >we're even." "Huh?" >At his quizzical look, she explains. "Last time _I_ was the one who >died, and you went ape. Now _you've_ died and returned against all >odds. I'd say that makes us even." Knytt smiles. >She gives him a kiss, one that's so obviously of friendship that not >a flicker of jealousy comes from Roland. Knytt still blushes. >"Yeah, death just ain't what it used to be," quips the Freelance >Immortal. > >"The report of his death was an exageration," Morgan adds, returning >to Roland's side to let the other Callahanians present welcome Knytt >back to their ranks. Knytt's smile flickers slightly. "Well, not by much." =========================== Date: Sat, 23 Aug 1997 12:37:05 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 - Getting Back Into the Swing of Things... On Sat, 23 Aug 1997 14:24:31 -0500, in Message # 00000998 Michael Jon Knight said: >On Sat, 23 Aug 1997 04:36:55 -0400 (EDT), in Message # 00000996 > Shadow said: >John lets the others greet him first, then walks up, grasps Knytt by >the forearm, and in a low voice says, "I would give you the greeting >you deserve, but I still mourn the Knytt who was. I will miss her. >Thank you for coming back." Knytt replies in an equally low voice, "I mourn her loss as well. But her memories have forged who I am. Once I realised my mind was being manipulated, I began to see where my master ended and I began. She was closer to the real me than I had been in a long time. But still a different person." =========================== Date: Sat, 23 Aug 1997 23:51:54 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: Argent's Day, er. night... On Sat, 23 Aug 1997 23:48:46 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00001000 fuzzy said: > On Fri, 22 Aug 1997 15:01:40 PDT, in Message # 00000985 > "Caprice Davis" said: [snip] > > Argent opens the hidden passage, leading Ak'hasta into the > Mercenary's Guildhall. A 5'10" female human - 'Skin color could be mistaken for bronze, hair a couple of shades darker Hazel eyes with gold flecks in them.' - is currently trying to be taken seriously by one of the Guild officials. "Look, there are definite benifits to keeping this city intact, the Hospital can repair nearly any wound, including lost limbs, Think of what that means in terms of your ability to avoid early retirement." "I'm sure you can offer a 'Reasonable' contract retainer for maintaining the City Gaurd and Militia." =========================== Date: Sun, 24 Aug 1997 08:06:53 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: Aae-Audience with a Nut. On Sun, 24 Aug 1997 08:08:09 -0700 (MST), in Message # 00001002 gamer@host.yab.com said: > On Fri, 22 Aug 1997 18:32:29 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000992 > "P. Campbell" said: > > On Fri, 22 Aug 1997 gamer@host.yab.com wrote: > >> The Crimson Dragon appears to be one of hte more upscale Inns on >> teh street, at least by the clientel. No Skeletons or Zombies are >> in sight. The Innkeeper behind the desk at first appears perfectly >> normal, but his hand slips through the desk revleaing his ghostly >> nature. Looking off to the right of the stairs through the door to >> the tavern area, the people almost look alive as they eat drink, >> chat and laugh together. Impressions that are quickly shattered >> however when it's noted that the most comonly ordered drink appears >> to be blood and the food is raw rotten meat from some >> unidentifiable creature > > <* Gee, the place is undead tonight ... *> A servent Skeleton (I said htere were none in the clientel!) trips on his way to the stars just as he passes Xzerrion. The skeleton shatters on the floor and begins to re-assemble him, but his cargo, a large bowl of old peanuts, gets thrown right at the disguised Drow elf. From on top of a bookcase, a tiny cockroach/fly/liard smiles then vanishes. >> The Innkeeper looks up at Khoragh and moves his mouth, but hte >> actual speech is telepathic. *Three rooms? Yes sir. We haven't had >> any new guests in a while and have plenty of vacencies. it'll be a >> pleasure. Will you be requiring um....company in any of those >> rooms?* > > `Thank you, but no. For now, we require simply the rooms and > privacy.' "As you wish. Kergan! get up off the floor you damn fool! Take these gentlemen to Suites 3 adn 4, and put the woman in the female common room." The innkeeper watches the Skelton get himselfg togehter again and sighs. "Oh well, would you care for dinner to be brought up to your rooms tonight with a couple ncie bottles of Chatue de Vitae, or will you be joinign us in the tavern area tonight?" =========================== Date: Sun, 24 Aug 1997 08:33:01 -0700 (PDT) Subject: AAE-Spider and seek On Sun, 24 Aug 1997 08:39:29 -0700 (MST), in Message # 00001004 gamer@host.yab.com said: The first sider scurries along the walls as Darath heads towards his living quarters. Inside, the room is draped with silver tapetries and the large fourposter bed alternated between silver and black curtains. Darath moves to one corner of hte room where an armor stand sits, and brigns removing the heavy platemail, unusually beginning with the leg greaves. Piece by piece he slips it off and hangs it in its place on teh stand. Legs, aarms, the gorget slips out form under the helm, and the breast and back plates come off. As each piece is removed, it reveals a powerfully muscled man who has obviously seen a lot of combat and lived through it by the scarring all ove rhis body. On close examination, some of hte scars should have been from fatal wounds. The helm is last, taking its place on the stand adn finally revealing the face of Darath the Black to those watchign through the spider. ANd they wish he would return the helm immediately. Scars twist adn controt the face into a mask of pain, but then again it might not be as much a mask as reality. Open sores abound on his face, some oozing yellowish pus, some bleeding a watery looking blood, others black and festering with some green substance inside. As he removes his coif you cna see that what's left of his hair is in mear patches and clumps, giving no rhyme nor reason to the empty places. Insects crawl around in the hair, but they stand forgotten save when one wanders down onto Darth's face and he brushes it aside. Now naked, gambison and underclothes laying on the foor, he goes to the other side fo the room where another door is. Opening it, it reveals a small private chapel to the moon, and Darath goes inside, closign the door after him. As soon as the door closes, the first one opens again, and six skeletons rush it to tidy up after their master adn leave a plate of fruit. The Second spider makes its way along the cooridor towards the tower, bt then stops as a strange arachway of electronics blocks its path. Deciding on which way to go, the spider notices a tiny crack near the corner where the arch doesn't mee tthe wall perfectly. Running through the little crack, it continues on its way. Guards are non-existant now, but electronic contraptions hang, sit and are tucked everywhere, presumably taking the place of the guards. Finally the door to the Controller's workroom. He can be heard inside muttering to himself. Sneaking in through a gap in the door, the spider settles itself in a high corner to watch The Controller. "Bah, garbage, garbage and more garbage. perhaps if I work on something else for a while..." He incinerates the paper he was just scrippling on, and pulls out a piece of graph paper from another stack next to him. Slowly and meticulously he begins drawing out circut boards, relays and other technical data for soemthing or other. The Last spider makes hisway down the stairwells towards the dunegeons, Rachign the door to the dunegeon, the guard room is full of about 20 undead in various non-guarding persuits. The Spider slips past easily unnoticed, but taking close notice of them. Once inside the dungeon, it is pitch place. htere is not a torch lit anywhere. Surveying the scene, ther are no patrolling guards either, but then there don;t seem to be any prisoners in the cells anywhere either, except for three cells at the far end. making its way down there, the spider almost misses the crouched and huddled figures in various hiding places around the cells. The spider waits and watches, but non of htem move in the least. None of them even twitch a muscle or breathe. more undead most likely. In once cell well away from teh other two is a little girl happily, blissfully asleep. The other two cells are across from each other at the end fo the cell block. Inside one, a large framed man is scrapign a large bone across the stone wall, slowly trying to sharpen the tip. In the other, a beautiful young woman, now dressed in chainmail armor with a sword in her lap sit, staring straight ahead at the wall. But she breathes slowly and steadily and her body twitches from tine to time. =========================== Date: Sun, 24 Aug 1997 09:15:23 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: Argent's Day, er. night... On Sun, 24 Aug 1997 13:08:12 -0400 (EDT), in Message # 00001007 caprice said: On Sat, 23 Aug 1997, fuzzy wrote: > >> On Fri, 22 Aug 1997 15:01:40 PDT, in Message # 00000985 >> "Caprice Davis" said: > >> Argent opens the hidden passage, leading Ak'hasta into the >> Mercenary's Guildhall. > > > > A 5'10" female human - > 'Skin color could be mistaken for bronze, hair a couple of shades darker > Hazel eyes with gold flecks in them.' > - is currently trying to be taken seriously by one of the Guild > officials. > > "Look, there are definite benifits to keeping this city intact, the > Hospital can repair nearly any wound, including lost limbs, Think of > what that means in terms of your ability to avoid early retirement." > > "I'm sure you can offer a 'Reasonable' contract retainer for > maintaining the City Gaurd and Militia." The merc at the desk looks at her sceptically. "That might be, ma'am... not for me to decide. Why don't you go back to whoever sent you and have them send someone with the power to negotiate." It's obvious by his tone that someone means a man. =========================== Date: Sun, 24 Aug 1997 09:33:38 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: Aae-Audience with a Nut. On Sun, 24 Aug 1997 13:15:14 -0400 (EDT), in Message # 00001008 caprice said: On Sun, 24 Aug 1997 gamer@host.yab.com wrote: > > "As you wish. Kergan! get up off the floor you damn fool! Take > these gentlemen to Suites 3 adn 4, and put the woman in the female > common room." > The innkeeper watches the Skelton get himselfg togehter again and > sighs. "Oh well, would you care for dinner to be brought up to your > rooms tonight with a couple ncie bottles of Chatue de Vitae, or will > you be joinign us in the tavern area tonight?" <* Why, oh why couldn't this have been one of those rare worlds where I was born male? Order dinner for yourself if you like, guys.. in private rooms you can dispose of whatever mess they send you. I'd better decline. *> =========================== Date: Sun, 24 Aug 1997 09:33:46 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE-Spider and seek On Sun, 24 Aug 1997 13:24:16 -0400 (EDT), in Message # 00001009 caprice said: > On Sun, 24 Aug 1997 08:39:29 -0700 (MST), in Message # 00001004 > gamer@host.yab.com said: *snip of Darath* Caprice very carefully strips the input down to just information, sending that along the psi-web and sparing the others the first hand experience. <* No wonder he has gone mad... Darath should take better care of his avatars. *> Caprice almost sounds like she pities DtB. <* Killing him would probably be an act of mercy. *> The spider in the corner spins a small web, as if in hope that some of those insects will wander its way. *partial snip of the Controller* > "Bah, garbage, garbage and more garbage. perhaps if I work on > something else for a while..." He incinerates the paper he was just > scrippling on, and pulls out a piece of graph paper from another > stack next to him. Slowly and meticulously he begins drawing out > circut boards, relays and other technical data for soemthing or > other. <* Anyone understand what these mean? If we are going to take him out, it will have to be outside of his tower... unless... hrm... EM pulse or such to fry the tech? *> *snip of guards* > In once cell well away from teh other two is a little girl happily, > blissfully asleep. The other two cells are across from each other at > the end fo the cell block. Inside one, a large framed man is > scrapign a large bone across the stone wall, slowly trying to > sharpen the tip. In the other, a beautiful young woman, now dressed > in chainmail armor with a sword in her lap sit, staring straight > ahead at the wall. But she breathes slowly and steadily and her body > twitches from tine to time. <* The man is Dris's brother... any id on the other two? *> =========================== Date: Sun, 24 Aug 1997 09:35:29 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: Argent's Day, er. night... On Sun, 24 Aug 1997 09:32:16 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00001010 fuzzy said: > On Sun, 24 Aug 1997 13:08:12 -0400 (EDT), in Message # 00001007 > caprice said: > > On Sat, 23 Aug 1997, fuzzy wrote: > > The merc at the desk looks at her sceptically. "That might be, > ma'am... not for me to decide. Why don't you go back to whoever sent > you and have them send someone with the power to negotiate." It's > obvious by his tone that someone means a man. "If it is not for you to decide, then I have had more than enough of your Attitude, Find me someone with more Authority and Brains than the local swine!" It is obvious that she is getting a little riled... ttfn Nemisis Split "Patricia Savage", Which will become obvious if she is attacked. =========================== Date: Sun, 24 Aug 1997 09:50:29 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE-Spider and seek On Sun, 24 Aug 1997 09:46:22 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00001011 fuzzy said: > On Sun, 24 Aug 1997 13:24:16 -0400 (EDT), in Message # 00001009 > caprice said: > >> "Bah, garbage, garbage and more garbage. perhaps if I work on >> something else for a while..." He incinerates the paper he was just >> scrippling on, and pulls out a piece of graph paper from another >> stack next to him. Slowly and meticulously he begins drawing out >> circut boards, relays and other technical data for soemthing or >> other. > > <* Anyone understand what these mean? If we are going to take him > out, it will have to be outside of his tower... unless... hrm... EM > pulse or such to fry the tech? *> Fuzzy may be able to put it together, when he has enough Info... \I haven''t seen enough to guess what he is trying to design yet, what ever it is he hasn't had any luck getting a useful circute yet.\ > <* The man is Dris's brother... any id on the other two? *> \I have no clue.\ =========================== Date: Sun, 24 Aug 1997 10:49:10 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: Aae-Audience with a Nut. On Sun, 24 Aug 1997 10:36:11, in Message # 00001012 "L.J. Wolfe" said: >On Sun, 24 Aug 1997 08:08:09 -0700 (MST), in Message # 00001002 > gamer@host.yab.com said: > > "As you wish. Kergan! get up off the floor you damn fool! Take these >gentlemen to Suites 3 adn 4, and put the woman in the female common >room." The innkeeper watches the Skelton get himselfg togehter again >and sighs. "Oh well, would you care for dinner to be brought up to >your rooms tonight with a couple ncie bottles of Chatue de Vitae, or >will you be joinign us in the tavern area tonight?" Morgan grimaces through the link. <*Ugh! Xzerrion, accept what you have to to keep up appearances, but lets see what we can to to get them something decent to eat. I'm sure someone here can 'port something in if necessary.*> Morgan /|\ =========================== Date: Sun, 24 Aug 1997 10:49:21 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE-Spider and seek On Sun, 24 Aug 1997 10:41:55, in Message # 00001013 "L.J. Wolfe" said: >On Sun, 24 Aug 1997 13:24:16 -0400 (EDT), in Message # 00001009 > caprice said: > >> On Sun, 24 Aug 1997 08:39:29 -0700 (MST), in Message # 00001004 >> gamer@host.yab.com said: > >> In once cell well away from teh other two is a little girl >> happily, blissfully asleep. The other two cells are across from >> each other at teh end fo the cell block. Inside one, a large framed >> man is scrapign a large bone across the stone wall, slowly trying >> to sharpen the tip. In the other, a beautiful young woman, now >> dressed in chainmail armor with a sword in her lap sit, staring >> straight ahead at the wall. But she breathes slowly and steadily >> and her body twitches from tine to time. > ><* The man is Dris's brother... any id on the other two? *> Morgan 'stares' at the little girl. <*That's me. I mean, she looks just like I did at that age. Now we know what the Controller did with the tissue samples he took from me.*> ===========================