Action, Adventure, Excitement, Part 3 Chapter 32 Date: Wed, 10 Sep 1997 02:06:55 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Tales of the Balance. (Part One) On Wed, 10 Sep 1997 01:28:10 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001401 "K. Ohanlon" said: Crow's moonstone eyes were gentle as she let her shieldmate rest his head against her shoulder. Knowing full well what a struggle he'd had to make to hold the dark powers of the sigil and its associated demonic forces at bay, she let him rest as long as he chose. Eventually, Xzerrion moved, and started a discussion with Fuzzy about outer planar types. Suddenly, Xzerrion and the rest of the CAoL started seeming distant, as if their reality and Crow's had started to shift apart. As Crow stirred in alarm, the Grey One's soothing voice echoed in her mind. <*Peace, little one. Your friends are all right, and for the moment have no more need of your presence, at least not as urgent a need as some others.*> Crow trusted the Grey One implicitly, yet she reached out anyways to Xzerrion, to let him know she was being called elsewhere. Her mind ran into a disruption of the bond between them, not a shield exactly, but again, as if her reality was phased out enough from Xzerrion's that reaching him was impossible. At best, she was able to send as sense of everything being ok, not to worry about her absence. Though, she wasn't entirely sure that that had even gotten through. Troubled, Crow turned back to the Grey One. <*What now, m'lord?*> To Be Continued..... =========================== Date: Wed, 10 Sep 1997 09:06:54 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 - Armageddon and Armories/Fate of DtB (Proposed) On Wed, 10 Sep 1997 10:34:53 -0500 In Message # 00001402 Michael Jon Knight said: >On 10 Sep 1997 00:32:46 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001400 > Nemisis said: >\#That would not be proper, You will be needing that base Armor in >the Future. > I must offer apologies, > The Controller would not have had any chance of infuencing your >Vehicle, If I had not been present. The HoverCyclone is a distinct >Nanalloy Device, Not a part of myself It is hardcoded to take >instructions from you alone Remote control is possible but only >relayed Via your nueral link to the Gateway Bands from this point on. Knytt looked at the bike having no idea what to do with it....then he grinned. "Well, I suppose I can't use the Gateway Bands everywhere." >\#Lord Fuzzy, The hilt of your Sword will be impossible to duplicate >at this Time, But I will have a Functional replacement ready for you >When we activate the Data Gathering for the Insurance policy#\ "The Insurance Policy! Nemisis is the only one keyed to it now. Where is it? Anyone else touching it will get a nasty shock from the defense mechanism." /Nemisis, have all your Splits, as well as yourself, look around. The Sphere should be nearby one of you. Make sure no one else touchs it. The shock would kill most everyone, except a few in the CAoL./ --Knytt > =========================== Date: Wed, 10 Sep 1997 09:07:05 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 : Drisonel Cometh On Wed, 10 Sep 1997 08:47:49 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001403 "P. Campbell" said: > On 10 Sep 1997 00:04:14 -0700 In Message # 00001399 > Roland X said: > > An astral projection forms before the assembled forces of the > Drow. *Matron Drisonel. Greetings,* Blaze sends, his 'voice' tinged > heavily with irony. *You will take your army and leave. Now.* The voice echoes throughout the guildhall. `Confident indeed, but as foolish as ever. It seems to me that you are a bit outnumbered.' > *If you do _not_ leave now, you will learn why Titania called me > an Immortal of the Iron Worlds!* Blaze's astral form towers over > the assembled army for a moment, then vanishes back into his > body. > Roland smiles viciously. *I hope she _doesn't_ show good sense,* > he adds to the link only, powering up his forcefield... Indeed, she doesn't. The next blow of the disembodied fist shatters the door, though it is not heard outside the guildhall and immediately outside, due to the efforts of drow silencing magic. The orcs rush in first, springing any traps in true drow fashion. Xzerrion has just enough time for a quick communication spell. /Argent, Ak'hasta! Drisonel is in the guildhall! I think you may have a score to settle with her./ Then he draws Frostbite and Cobra, rushing to defend the breached doorway. Those closest to him emotionally can hear these thoughts echoing through his mind : /I came here for refuge. These people thought me friend, but now my enemies come for them as well./ A boiling rage is building, as he reaches once more into the power of the sigil of House Rillynt'tar. `Drisonel, I once let you live, and you come for me once more! This time you die!' - To be continued (I'd guess gamer will have some members of the guild do something at this point) =========================== Date: Wed, 10 Sep 1997 09:37:45 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 : Drisonel Cometh On Wed, 10 Sep 1997 09:20:20 PDT In Message # 00001404 "Caprice Davis" said: >On Wed, 10 Sep 1997 08:47:49 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001403 > "P. Campbell" said: *snip* >Xzerrion has just enough time for a quick communication spell. not dependent on the link, as these two aren't in it> /Argent, >Ak'hasta! Drisonel is in the guildhall! I think you may have a score >to settle with her./ Argent rolls to her feet with a curse, moving as fast as she can to done her armour and sword. As she does so, she says, "Ak'hasta... stay here..." (OOC: Assiming he argues...) "Drisonel thinks you are dead or captured. That's the one thing that might buy you... us some time if we fail to kill her now. Can we afford to throw away that advantage?" =========================== Date: Wed, 10 Sep 1997 10:06:47 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 : Drisonel Cometh On Wed, 10 Sep 1997 09:49:28 In Message # 00001405 "L.J. Wolfe" said: >On Wed, 10 Sep 1997 08:47:49 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001403 > "P. Campbell" said: > >`Drisonel, I once let you live, and you come for me once more! This >time you die!' > >- To be continued (I'd guess gamer will have some members of the >guild do something at this point) Morgan collars one of the younger, less experienced seeming assassin trainees. "Take this child and keep her safe. Allow _nothing_ to magically scan or otherwise affect her - it could mean all our deaths." She adds a touch of Voice to make sure her instructions are followed. The Highlander then draws her dagger, expands it to full claidheamhor form, and joins her beloved. <*Time to dance again, m'eudail,*> she smiles, and her eyes shine. =========================== Date: Wed, 10 Sep 1997 12:07:10 -0700 (PDT) Subject: AAE3 - Global Life Insurance On Wed, 10 Sep 1997 11:43:29 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001407 Nemisis said: > On Wed, 10 Sep 1997 10:34:53 -0500 In Message # 00001402 > Michael Jon Knight said: > "The Insurance Policy! Nemisis is the only one keyed to it now. > Where is it? Anyone else touching it will get a nasty shock from the > defense mechanism." > > /Nemisis, have all your Splits, as well as yourself, look around. > The Sphere should be nearby one of you. Make sure no one else touchs > it. The shock would kill most everyone, except a few in the CAoL./ \#Don't Panic, I have it with me#\ \#Diagnostics show that it is still keyed to Lord Fuzzy, and I.#\ =========================== Date: Wed, 10 Sep 1997 12:07:19 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 : Drisonel Cometh On Wed, 10 Sep 1997 11:53:06 -0700 In Message # 00001408 Roland X said: >On Wed, 10 Sep 1997 09:49:28 In Message # 00001405 > "L.J. Wolfe" said: > >The Highlander then draws her dagger, expands it to full claidheamhor >form, and joins her beloved. <*Time to dance again, m'eudail,*> she >smiles, and her eyes shine. Roland smiles the smile of a lion. *You dance divinely, my love. May I suggest a flanking maneuver?* Morgan smiles. <*I like the way you think.*> *Well, it _is_ our brain,* he replies. His cape flows around them both and they vanish from the Guild Hall. They reappear to one side of the Drow warriors. Or rather, _Morgan_ appears to one side of the warriors, brandishing her claidheamhor. Next to her, Roland stands within a light-bending energy field, waiting for the inevitable onslaught. Or maybe more evitable than it seems, as Drow warriors go flying from within their ranks, an 'invisible' enemy laughing among them as it attacks from all directions at once. *Psychokinesis is a wonderful thing,* Roland sends, laughing through the link. *Would you like to 'stir the pot' telepathically, my heart?* <*Well, you know me, m'eudail, I like to keep a low profile,*> she sends with a wicked grin. And suddenly, the Drow warriors decide that this woman is Somebody Else's Problem. While under normal circumstances, taking an enemy from behind without giving them a chance to defend themselves might be considered dishonorable; considering who they're fighting and the relative numbers, she'll take every advantage she can get. Morgan begins thinning the Drow ranks. Roland's smile falters. /It's her nature,/ he tells himself, following her closely, occasionally touching a Drow shoulder and administering electroshock therapy. (OOC: Your call, Xzerrion-how much of a dent do we make in their ranks before the clue bat hits Drisonel and/or her mages? PS: We're planning on taking out as many bad guys as we can, but Drisonel, of course, is yours. 8^) =========================== Date: Wed, 10 Sep 1997 12:36:42 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 - Armageddon and Armories/Fate of DtB (Proposed) On Wed, 10 Sep 1997 12:10:54 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001409 fuzzy said: > On Wed, 10 Sep 1997 10:34:53 -0500 In Message # 00001402 > Michael Jon Knight said: > >>On 10 Sep 1997 00:32:46 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001400 >> Nemisis said: > > Knytt looked at the bike having no idea what to do with it....then > he grinned. > > "Well, I suppose I can't use the Gateway Bands everywhere." "I think, I am still a little shocky, The thought occures... Passengers, Cargo, Sightseeing..." >>Lord Fuzzy, I will assemble Clothing for you from the sylicates >>available at this location.#\ >> >>The Split flows into the sand then up Fuzzy's body, When it is done >>assmbling a new set of clothes on Fuzzy it settles into a Belt >>configuration. Fuzzy spends a few moments checking out his new clothes, then notices that his Lens is no longer embeded in his right wrist... > "The Insurance Policy! Nemisis is the only one keyed to it now. > Where is it? Anyone else touching it will get a nasty shock from the > defense mechanism." "I left that with Nemisis on my way here, Just incase..." "You sound like you think I died, I admit that for a moment there, I thought that Soulstealer was too much for my preperations, But I'm still here... I do however want to find out why This " Fuzzy found his Lens in one of the pockets while he was talking and shows it. "Is in my pocket, Instead of my arm. Usually only Damaged Tissues are regenerated..." Fuzzy settles himself in the rear seat of the Hovertrike "Do we have time for Breakfast?" #I'm Starving# =========================== Date: Wed, 10 Sep 1997 14:36:45 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 : Drisonel Cometh On Wed, 10 Sep 1997 14:13:08 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001410 "K. Ohanlon" said: > On 9 Sep 1997 20:30:39 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001384 > "P. Campbell" said: > > Moments later, three hundred orcs, fifty drow warriors, ten mages, > and Matron Drisonel flicker into existence just outside the entrance > of the Assassin's Guild of Diblis. A disembodied fist hammers on the > door. Drisonel's voice echoes throughout every room in the building. > `Open, in the name of Lloth!' > > Xzerrion, inside, gets wearily to his feet, and glances over at > Crow. `Oh, shit.' Crow, now back under control, also rises to her feet. She nods to Xzerrion, and her eyes are harder than stone. "So, Lloth's favorite wants to play, does she?" =========================== Date: Wed, 10 Sep 1997 15:06:53 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 : Drisonel Cometh On Wed, 10 Sep 1997 14:35:40 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001411 "K. Ohanlon" said: > On Wed, 10 Sep 1997 08:47:49 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001403 > "P. Campbell" said: > >> On 10 Sep 1997 00:04:14 -0700 In Message # 00001399 >> Roland X said: > > Xzerrion has just enough time for a quick communication spell. not dependent on the link, as these two aren't in it> /Argent, > Ak'hasta! Drisonel is in the guildhall! I think you may have a score > to settle with her./ > > Then he draws Frostbite and Cobra, rushing to defend the breached > doorway. Those closest to him emotionally can hear these thoughts > echoing through his mind : /I came here for refuge. These people > thought me friend, but now my enemies come for them as well./ A > boiling rage is building, as he reaches once more into the power of > the sigil of House Rillynt'tar. As Crow feels Xzerrion once more calling upon the powers of the sigil, she prays to Areya for the strength she may need to help him. Then, from the pocket dimension her belt uses to store her belongings, Crow brings forth a short bow and a quiver full of arrows. She coolly fires into the charging orcs, carefully placing her shots so that no allies are ever in danger. > `Drisonel, I once let you live, and you come for me once more! This > time you die!' Though she knows this is Xzerrion's fight, Crow still prepares herself to counter any magic used against the group. =========================== Date: Wed, 10 Sep 1997 15:36:43 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 : Drisonel Cometh On Wed, 10 Sep 1997 15:28:35 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001412 "P. Campbell" said: On Wed, 10 Sep 1997, Caprice Davis wrote: > Argent rolls to her feet with a curse, moving as fast as she can to > done her armour and sword. As she does so, she says, "Ak'hasta... > stay here..." Ak'hasta snatches up both longswords, and pulls on his armor as fast as decades of practice can make him. `Like hell! If you go, I go! I'm not about to lose you now, to one who is my enemy more than yours!' > "Drisonel thinks you are dead or captured. That's the one thing that > might buy you... us some time if we fail to kill her now. Can we > afford to throw away that advantage?" `You can't afford *not* to have me there. I know her strategies, none better; I trained her soldiers myself. If we intend to confront her, there's not going to *be* a better chance.' =========================== Date: Wed, 10 Sep 1997 16:07:01 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 : Drisonel Cometh On Wed, 10 Sep 1997 15:47:37 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001413 "P. Campbell" said: On Wed, 10 Sep 1997, Roland X wrote: > *Psychokinesis is a wonderful thing,* Roland sends, laughing > through the link. *Would you like to 'stir the pot' telepathically, > my heart?* A lesser force might have broken at this assault, but these are experienced Drow warriors, under the guidance of their Matron Mother. After the initial confusion, Roland finds his telekinetic assault blocked off, as the drow ranks reform. Immediately following this, his position becomes the center of several spectacular fireballs and lighning bolts as the mages send up a counterstrike. > <*Well, you know me, m'eudail, I like to keep a low profile,*> she > sends with a wicked grin. And suddenly, the Drow warriors decide > that this woman is Somebody Else's Problem. > While under normal circumstances, taking an enemy from behind > without giving them a chance to defend themselves might be > considered dishonorable; considering who they're fighting and the > relative numbers, she'll take every advantage she can get. Morgan > begins thinning the Drow ranks. Someone else proves to be Tsardon, Drisonel's new weaponsmaster. `Stand and meet your doom now, witch! You do nothing more than postpone your inevitable destruction.' Tsardon presses in hard with paired longswords, striking simultaneously high and low. > Roland's smile falters. /It's her nature,/ he tells himself, > following her closely, occasionally touching a Drow shoulder and > administering electro-shock therapy. Xzerrion finds himself in an unusual position : standing against the front line of orcs. In the narrow hallway beyond the door, they came at him two at a time. They fell at his feet, two at a time. Soon, though, the endless melee became tiring. /There must be an easier way to do this .../ Xzerrion backflips to gain himself space, sheaths both blades, and comes to his feet hurling a pair of sky-blue bolts down the line of pressing orcs. Suddenly, the defenders find themselves knee-deep in paralyzed orcs, and have a clear shot to the drow. Unfortunately, that also gives the drow a clear shot at the defenders. Drisonel raises her hand, sending a pencil-thin grey beam into Xzerrion's chest. Xzerrion is hurled backwards against the wall, and his eyes roll back momentarily in his head. He rises unsteadily, but regains his feet, as his eyes glow brighter red. > (OOC: Your call, Xzerrion-how much of a dent do we make in their > ranks before the clue bat hits Drisonel and/or her mages? PS: We're > planning on taking out as many bad guys as we can, but Drisonel, of > course, is yours. 8^) =========================== Date: Wed, 10 Sep 1997 16:07:12 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 - Global Life Insurance On Wed, 10 Sep 1997 17:47:02 -0500 In Message # 00001414 Michael Jon Knight said: >On Wed, 10 Sep 1997 11:43:29 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001407 > Nemisis said: > >> On Wed, 10 Sep 1997 10:34:53 -0500 In Message # 00001402 >> Michael Jon Knight said: > >> /Nemisis, have all your Splits, as well as yourself, look around. >> The Sphere should be nearby one of you. Make sure no one else >> touchs it. The shock would kill most everyone, except a few in the >> CAoL./ > >\#Don't Panic, I have it with me#\ > >\#Diagnostics show that it is still keyed to Lord Fuzzy, and I.#\ =========================== Date: Wed, 10 Sep 1997 16:07:21 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 - Armageddon and Armories/Fate of DtB (Proposed) On Wed, 10 Sep 1997 17:47:06 -0500 In Message # 00001415 Michael Jon Knight said: >On Wed, 10 Sep 1997 12:10:54 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001409 > fuzzy said: > >> On Wed, 10 Sep 1997 10:34:53 -0500 In Message # 00001402 >> Michael Jon Knight said: >> Knytt looked at the bike having no idea what to do with it....then >> he grinned. >> >> "Well, I suppose I can't use the Gateway Bands everywhere." > >"I think, I am still a little shocky, >The thought occures... >Passengers, >Cargo, >Sightseeing..." "True, and not to complain by any means. I have simply grown accustomed to vehicles as an occasionally needed item. The TARDIS was normally all I needed for transport. Like the George Carlin routine, the TARDIS is where I put all 'my stuff'. And, it was very portable. Now, I have to think of one location to put all 'my stuff'. And when I go somewhere, I can't take all 'my stuff'. But, I will still need SOME of 'my stuff'. And I may even want to add new 'stuff'. And, if I will need more 'stuff' than I can carry, I will obviously need something to carry 'my stuff'. And considering how much 'stuff' I am now going to need, since my collection of 'stuff' is not enough 'stuff', I am going to need to go out and get more 'stuff'." "I don't believe he just said that," Pyewackett said. >Fuzzy settles himself in the rear seat of the Hovertrike > >"Do we have time for Breakfast?" > >#I'm Starving# "I think we have time for something. What are you in the mood for?" =========================== Date: Wed, 10 Sep 1997 16:07:31 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 : Drisonel Cometh On Wed, 10 Sep 1997 15:54:11 PDT In Message # 00001416 "Caprice Davis" said: On Wed, 10 Sep 1997, Xzerrion said: > >Ak'hasta snatches up both longswords, and pulls on his armor as fast >as decades of practice can make him. `Like hell! If you go, I go! I'm >not about to lose you now, to one who is my enemy more than yours!' Argent grabs her sheild, "I'm not about to lose you either!" >`You can't afford *not* to have me there. I know her strategies, none >better; I trained her soldiers myself. If we intend to confront her, >there's not going to *be* a better chance.' Argent gives a slight snarl... few things are more annoying than someone being right. "Then let's make the most of it!" She heads out the door full tilt, pausing only to yell to someone as they pass, "Mathis! Drisonel's forces outside! I want archers in the upper windows and on the roof!" (OOC: Remember, the Assassain's Guild is hidden in/behind the Mercenaries Guild. Drisonel has a war on two fronts, and the Mercs will not be amused to have them on their doorstep.) =========================== Date: Wed, 10 Sep 1997 16:07:40 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 : Drisonel Cometh On Wed, 10 Sep 1997 16:00:38 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001417 "P. Campbell" said: On Wed, 10 Sep 1997, Caprice Davis wrote: > Argent gives a slight snarl... few things are more annoying than > someone being right. "Then let's make the most of it!" She heads out > the door full tilt, pausing only to yell to someone as they pass, > "Mathis! Drisonel's forces outside! I want archers in the upper > windows and on the roof!" Ak'hasta pauses to add. `Watch for mages! Shoot them *first*!' As they exit the mercenaries guild to strike at the rear of the drow forces, Ak'hasta stops to ask Argent one question. `Right or left?' > (OOC: Remember, the Assassain's Guild is hidden in/behind the > Mercenaries Guild. Drisonel has a war on two fronts, and the Mercs > will not be amused to have them on their doorstep.) =========================== Date: Wed, 10 Sep 1997 16:37:29 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 - Armageddon and Armories/Fate of DtB (Proposed) On Wed, 10 Sep 1997 16:52:02 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00001420 Driscoll said: > On 10 Sep 1997 01:49:45 -0500 In Message # 00001397 > Michael Jon Knight said: > > can start from the last one.> (OOC: Ok. ;-) ) >>On 9 Sep 1997 23:37:48 -0500 In Message # 00001390 >> Michael Jon Knight said: >>"How long does this dimention have?" Knytt asked Chaos, "Because, if >>you're willing to REALLY work with me, I have an idea that should >>put a delicious spin of irony on the Controller's last few moments >>in the Multiverse." A window opens on one of the subscreens. TIME UNTIL UNIVERSE DETONATES IN A REALLY BIG BOOM 1:36:and more numbers srolling by too fast to see. "I'm not just here for hte fun of it Michael. OK I am but I wanna kick butt too." > "Next, Nemisis, alter a missile for nonlethal force. Alter enough of > the explosives to match this {chemical forula}. Leave enough > explosives to coat him extra throroughly. > > "Done." 'Kitt' replies. > > /#Done.#/ the Nemisis split replies. > > /#Nyah nyah, I beat you!#/ This, obviously, from Chaos. ;-) > Then Knytt spoke to the Controller, raising the visor on his helmet. > > "You strapped me to a table and shot a laser through my brain. I > told you you would never get away with it. Now you are strapped to a > world which is about to end. And, worst of all, what will destroy > you is the very thing you tried to control. > > "You wanted to feel the power of Chaos energy? Well, now's your > chance! Feel the power as it is pulled from your body! Watch as it > rips this dimention asunder! And you right along with it!" Just before Knytt leaves, The Controller begins to laugh. "I died centuries ago. You can not kill me. you can take away this form, but I WILL return. I will always return. This is not the end of The Controller, only a new beginning. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" > The HoverCyclone converts to a trike as the Power Armor vanishes. > Knytt gets off, opens the cargo compartment under Pyewackett's seat, > is shocked to find his ALICE pack there, and gets out of the > coverall-style base armor to reveal a set of Starfleet sweats > beneath. He slips on a pair of sneakers and his duster, tosses the > base armor in the trunk, and remounts the Hovervehicle. > > "Chaos, thank you for your help. Now, GET OUTTA MY BIKE!" KAOZ DRIVER OFF-LINE. WE NOW RETURN YOU TO YOUR NORMAL COMPUTER > Chaos appears, taking on the form of Knytt as EA Captain on Oa. "I > leave only because it suits me. You looked good with no hair, > Knytt." Chaos added, holding up a hand mirror. "Or, should I call > you Gary, baldy?" Shifting into a form with Patrick Stewart's head, > Marina Sirtis' torso, giant Preying Mantis arms and hands, and a > kangaroo's legs. All of which he somehow crammed into a lowcut Troi > uniform. > > He waves a pinsor in Picard fashion and says "Enga-hey-HEY!" staring > at his chest. "This opens up a whole new *realm* of possibilities!" > then vanishes. ROFLMAO =========================== Date: Wed, 10 Sep 1997 16:37:42 -0700 (PDT) Subject: OOC: Re: AAE3 - Global Life Insurance On Wed, 10 Sep 1997 16:30:56 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001421 fuzzy said: > On Wed, 10 Sep 1997 17:47:02 -0500 In Message # 00001414 > Michael Jon Knight said: > biological functions had ceased, for one reason or another. As long > as you have a physical body, it will stay keyed to you. Otherwise > not. There are a few dozen nanites connected to you, throughout your > body, which transmit life functions. If those nanites are destroyed > or lose contact, (Neither being easy to do.) you are, as far as the > Globe is concerned, dead. It took a plasma blast to incinerate > Knytt's. I had thought that fireball would destroy Fuzzy's. But, if > Fuzzy was in one piece inside that thing, they would stilll > function. If not, he will know once he touches the sphere.> Ohhh, I thought it had keyed to lifeforce pattern, I did not know about the implant, re-write... Fuzzy is no longer linked to the Sphere, at the heart of that Fireball nothing physical survived in any form. Fuzzy's Physical form was recreated from raw energy during the Implosion. I will include the rewrite in a response IC. =========================== Date: Wed, 10 Sep 1997 17:07:38 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 : Drisonel Cometh On Wed, 10 Sep 1997 16:35:23 PDT In Message # 00001422 "Caprice Davis" said: On Wed, 10 Sep 1997, Xzerrion >Ak'hasta pauses to add. `Watch for mages! Shoot them *first*!' > >As they exit the mercenaries guild to strike at the rear of the drow >forces, Ak'hasta stops to ask Argent one question. `Right or left?' Argent's eyes glitter, the only sign of emotion. "Right..." Without hesitation, she strikes at the rear of the drow forces. The attacks of Roland and Morgan are causing momentary confusion among the Drow, and she intends to take full advantage of it, before the troops recover and spot her and Ak'hasta as very real, vunerable targets. Soon arrows begin to come down from above. Not an indiscriminate hail, but carefully placed, potentially lethal shots. And the Drow mages are the targets of choice. =========================== Date: Wed, 10 Sep 1997 17:07:51 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 : Drisonel Cometh On Wed, 10 Sep 1997 17:02:24 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00001423 Driscoll said: > On Wed, 10 Sep 1997 15:47:37 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001413 > "P. Campbell" said: > > Unfortunately, that also gives the drow a clear shot at the > defenders. Drisonel raises her hand, sending a pencil-thin grey beam > into Xzerrion's chest. Xzerrion is hurled backwards against the > wall, and his eyes roll back momentarily in his head. He rises > unsteadily, but regains his feet, as his eyes glow brighter red. He sees from the corner of his eye that he does nto stadn alone. Miles has aquired one of the Guild's broadswords and now stands nex tto Xzerrion. "In the dungeons, you lent me one of your blades. Now let me offer you mine and the sword arm to go with it." Behind them both, Matt begins to sing. A strange wordless song of strange sounds and seemingly mis-played notes, but the magic users begin to feel teh effects of his bard Song of Discord as the magic around them begins shifting unpredicatbly making spells unpredicatble and casting them risky at best. > of the orcs, are probably down, but most of the drow are alive and > kicking.> Well the lesser assassins are going for orcs, but see below. Kuri-neko slips silently out of the hallway leading to the bedrooms, fire in her eyes at sight of the drow. She runs and leaps, flipping over the line of orcs and landing wiht a flying sidekick on the face of a drow warrior. "Scum! Killers! How dare you try to kill my husband!?!?!" She tumbles off the fallen drow hamstringing two more wiht the daggers that seem to appear in her hand as she goes. She flips to her feet and the daggers fly from her hands into the throats of two more Drow. And then she vanishes. =========================== Date: Wed, 10 Sep 1997 17:08:06 -0700 (PDT) Subject: DTB to Thorne On Wed, 10 Sep 1997 17:06:51 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00001424 Driscoll said: Oops just realized that I had forgotten to finish that convo by responding to the question Thorne asked before he left. (DOH> "When I have won I will be more than happy to let you act the vulture in the battle field picking up scraps to study in hopes of gaining true knowledge. And if by some impossibility I lose, then what should I care? (and I leave to to Roland to decide if Thorne left wiht a smile or a scowl after that. ;-) ) =========================== Date: Wed, 10 Sep 1997 17:08:22 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Aae:the watching witch. On Wed, 10 Sep 1997 17:20:20 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00001425 Driscoll said: When Order rewrote history placing shiela back in the past, it was easier to simply change who the controller took than to re-write all teh time The Controlelr spent cloning her. The Controlelr did make a clone for a corpse there. but he grabbed the wrong woman. Locked in a room when The Controller realized hsi mistake. She sat mindless due to the implant in hewr brain that kept it in a contastant dream-like state between conciousness and unconciousness. Waiting for him to free her. But then he vanished. Without the Controller in this dimention to keep the mind locked away, she slowly awoke as if from a long sleep. A wave of ehr hand, and hte locked door to the room shattered in a billion toothpicks. The Undead who challenged her in the hallways instantly became piles of ash. The sights, the sounds the smells. So much that she had missed. So much she still did not understand. Why was she alive? She had felt the blade slide through her. She had heard Driss's gloating voice saying, "Sometimes the sword _is_ faster than the spell." She had seen Diswan, but then was taken away form him to find herself... here. She came ot a window nad looked out, to see Darath the Black kill Fuzzy and become atoms himself. Darath teh Black. She knew that pompous fool. She knew where she was now. And she remembered a passion that now flared in her like a bonfire. Power. She had never witnessed such power short of the Gods. She would have to find out more about that naked man out there. Such grand power shouldn;t be wasted on a mere male. But there would be time for that. For now she had other matteres that needed attending to. And a home that she didn;t know was hers anylonger or not. All things in good time. All things in good time. Maybe she could take this astle, Darath the Black was dead afterall. But then so wehre his servents. No,. too muchy housekeeping to be done before it was inhavitable she thought with a shiver. Raising her hand, light enveloped her and she was gone. =========================== Date: Wed, 10 Sep 1997 17:08:33 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Breakfast of Champions On Wed, 10 Sep 1997 17:02:00 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001426 fuzzy said: > On Wed, 10 Sep 1997 17:47:06 -0500 In Message # 00001415 > Michael Jon Knight said: > >>"Is in my pocket, Instead of my arm. >> Usually only Damaged Tissues are regenerated..." \# My Split found it 75 feet down embeded in the sand.#\ \# A correction, The Sphere shows Myself and one other active linkage, but is unable to Locate or Identify the other, at first I assumed that had to be My Lord Fuzzy, futher checking reveals that it is not.#\ >>Fuzzy settles himself in the rear seat of the Hovertrike >> >>"Do we have time for Breakfast?" >> >>#I'm Starving# > > "I think we have time for something. What are you in the mood for?" "Right now, I doubt I could tell the differance between a RAT Bar and a real Rat, I think the blood sugar level is near enough to nothing." A quick check of resources later... "In fact all of my reserves are flat as a paupers purse, Food First." =========================== Date: Wed, 10 Sep 1997 17:52:34 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 : Drisonel Cometh On Thu, 11 Sep 1997 01:38:08 -0700 In Message # 00001428 Gareth L Owen said: Stranger and Kitty circled the keep once and settled on one of the lower towers, Stranger dismounted and looked out over the city. He mentally assessed what was happening. The snatch team seemed to be executing an effective hostile extraction, while fuzzy was calling out Darath. Knytt had teleported, he knew not where. No-one seemd to need him right now, so he produced a somewhat battered havana from inside his shirt, bit the end off and lit up. Suddenly it was daylight and the city was screaming beneath him. "What the hell?" He turned and took half a pace back towards Kitty before the darkness produced by various parties started to engulf him. By the time he'd taken a full step he was in pitch blackness. Outside Fuzzy and Darath had joined battle, Stranger thought he might need some help, maybe. "Kitty?" he said uncertainly. "Yes?" "Where are you?" "Right here, where I landed." "Oh, good. Hang on. Ouch!" "Yes, that's me." Yelp. rowf, rowf, rowf. "And that must be the 'dog'. How clever, you've found both of us." Stranger climbed carefully back into the saddle, still using just hearing and touch. "Take us up Kitty, see if we can climb out of this." Two minutes later they emerged from the top of the darkness. Fuzzy was now alone in the desert, looked like he wouldn't need any help, after all. > Moments later, three hundred orcs, fifty drow warriors, ten mages, > and Matron Drisonel flicker into existence just outside the entrance > of the Assassin's Guild of Diblis. A disembodied fist hammers on the > door. Drisonel's voice echoes throughout every room in the building. > `Open, in the name of Lloth!' > > Xzerrion, inside, gets wearily to his feet, and glances over at > Crow. `Oh, shit.' Xzerrion might, though. As Kitty crossed the city she morphed again, forming an extended wraparound front fender, streamlining her form. As she emerged from Misern she eased through the sound barrier, Knytt and Fuzzy would have noticed a very noisy sandstorm, thirty feet across and heading at mach 1 for the horizon, accelerating as it went. /* Yahooooooo */ =========================== Date: Wed, 10 Sep 1997 17:52:44 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 : Drisonel Cometh On Wed, 10 Sep 1997 17:43:08 -0700 In Message # 00001429 Roland X said: >On Wed, 10 Sep 1997 15:47:37 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001413 > "P. Campbell" said: > >A lesser force might have broken at this assault, but these are >experienced Drow warriors, under the guidance of their Matron Mother. >After the initial confusion, Roland finds his telekinetic assault >blocked off, as the drow ranks reform. Immediately following this, >his position becomes the center of several spectacular fireballs and >lighning bolts as the mages send up a counterstrike. *Great, mystic sight,* Roland thinks, absorbing the energy-based attacks with ease at first. The sheer firepower begins to give him some difficulty, but not much-fire and especially electricity are his specialties. He 'grabs' the energy to make sure he has control of it, then sends it back, rolling the fire along the ground to surround the warriors and raining the lightning down from above on the mages. Careful to keep the voltage against the mages at non-lethal levels, Roland absorbs the electricity that remains, his skin all but glowing with the power. He discards the now-useless invisibility field, instead staring balefully at the magi. "Fine," he says, and a TK bullhorn makes his voice boom like the Wrath of God (tm). "We do this the hard way." >> Morgan begins thinning the Drow ranks. > >Someone else proves to be Tsardon, Drisonel's new weaponsmaster. >`Stand and meet your doom now, witch! You do nothing more than >postpone your inevitable destruction.' Tsardon presses in hard with >paired longswords, striking simultaneously high and low. Roland watches with concern, but Morgan's skill with the claidheamhor is more than up to the challenge of parrying the smaller blades. Tsardon's speed is impressive, and Morgan might be in trouble...except that Morgan can afford to take far more blows than, say...a mortal. If Tsardon is interested in trading strikes with Morgan, she will no doubt be happy to oblige him. >of the orcs, are probably down, but most of the drow are alive and >kicking.> (OOC: We weren't picking on orcs-Roland figured that an Assassin's Guild would have more traps than Dan Quayle's mouth. We flanked the Drow and started hitting the big boys. At least a few of the warriors should be down.) Roland glares at the mages. "You want a display of power? I'll GIVE you a display of power." Lightning crackles around Roland's form, his entire body quickly sheathed in electricity. He lances out with a bolt of lightning... ...but instead of being struck by the bolt, a spray of metal-iron quietly harvested magnetically from the area-bursts out at them. Combined with this is Roland's control of resonance, which has increased greatly since he took Gaunt's head. The Drow magicks, while not destroyed, are disrupted considerably while a great many blunt objects of iron ram into their bodies. *_That_ ought to keep them busy for a while,* Roland thought, attempting to follow up with the electricity, taking out as many magi, then Drow warriors, as he can nail. (OOC: That should slow 'em down. It'll at least keep the sorcerors off Morgan's back, anyway...) =========================== Date: Wed, 10 Sep 1997 19:36:45 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 : Drisonel Cometh On Wed, 10 Sep 1997 19:52:44 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00001430 Driscoll said: On Wed, 10 Sep 1997, Gareth L Owen wrote: > I DO I DO!!! hehehe a LONG ways! medivally speaking that is. very roughly 100 miles. Next to nothing at the speed of sound. ;-) =========================== Date: Wed, 10 Sep 1997 20:37:03 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Aae: Changing of the Guard. On Wed, 10 Sep 1997 20:49:37 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00001431 Driscoll said: Kuri-Neko suddenly finds herself on a silvery plane. She is completely naked, yet feels no shame in it, and surprisingly no sense of ill ease for being weaponless for the first tiem in countless years. As she turned to survey her surroundings in awe, he eyes fell upon the throne and the figure seated upon it. She felt her knees grow weak and she fell willingly into a bow before her God. He was dressed not in the silver and Black O-Yoroi that the statues in Shin-tai show him dressed in, striking a valient pose with his silver naginata in hand. instead he was dressed in a black kosode with elbaorate silver embroudery. A silver obi was tied about his waist. A woman in Gheisha makeup and a mathcing Kimono knelt slightly behind and to the right of Darath. He rose form his throne and bowed deeply to her. Much more deeply than she deserved. He honored her too much. Then he bid her to rise and though she wanted to protest that this was her place, she found herself rising silently anyways. "Lesu Kuri Neko Kiyoshi, wife of Iasun Bowman, Guildmistress of the Assassin's guild of Dibis, Mother of Driscoll Hatiro Jai Bowman whom you now carry," Kuri throught she was going to fall again as her knees wanted to give way. None knew her secret name givne at birth, except for the Gods and she had not even been sure herself about her sickness and had told no one. There could be no mistaking this for the true Darath now. "Darath the Black is dead. I have need of a new Incarnation to do my work upon Quaren. You bear the mark of my favor and have proven yourself loyal to my worship throughout your life." He gestured to the crecent moon shaped mark upon her left breast. She tried to argue her unworthiness, how she had supported those who overthrew his former incarnation, but the words would not come. besides, how could he, a God not know this already? "Now ask that you accept my gratitude and my gift by agreeing to serve me as my new Incarnation." Kuri didn;t know what to say, everything was so overwhelming. She couldn;t think. She wasn;t sure how she was even still standing. But she felt the tears flowing down ehr cheaks and wondered when they had begun flwoing. "I-I am honored my Lord and only hope that I can serve your image better than Darath the Black's defiling of it." She gained control of her mouth enough to bite her own tounge. You don't insult a God's incarnation! She waited for him to striek her dead on teh spot. To cast her to the Sun to let Ligi burn her eternally for her remarks, but the smite never came. Instead she felt his hand over her birthmark. And she felt his power flwoign into her. She could see so much more clearly. She could understand so much more. She had but to think of hte battle still raging at the guildhall and she could see it. "M-my lord, I-I must go. my...friends. They..they need me." She stammered out. Darath waved the comment away. "You will rejoin them soon enough do not worry, btu with such power you must learn to use it properly before I can allow you to rejoin the world of Mortals lest you cause mroe harm than good." And so in the realm beyond time, the training began. =========================== Date: Wed, 10 Sep 1997 20:37:13 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 : Drisonel Cometh On Wed, 10 Sep 1997 23:29:00 -0400 (EDT) In Message # 00001432 Dane0R0A@aol.com said: In a message dated 97-09-10 15:08:13 EDT, Rolan and Morgan(?) wrote: << (OOC: Your call, Xzerrion-how much of a dent do we make in their ranks before the clue bat hits Drisonel and/or her mages? PS: We're planning on taking out as many bad guys as we can, but Drisonel, of course, is yours.8^) >> with the battle of Misern finished and Knytt and Fuzzy traveling to Dibis. The Stardragon at a lose for what to do next, stops the mini-sun and cancels the darkness spell protecting the remaining undead in Misern. It then scans the planet for the CAoL. "Seeing" what is going on in Dibis it teleports to the sky a few hundred feet above the rebuilt city. The resulting shock wave from the displaced air blasts outwards, knocking most of the drow off their feet. With a gesture it "drops" a few magical fireballs on the unarmored (or relatively unarmored if the drow mages wear armor) drow outside the guild hall =========================== Date: Wed, 10 Sep 1997 21:21:46 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Tales of the Balance. (Part Two) On Wed, 10 Sep 1997 20:35:42 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001433 "K. Ohanlon" said: The Grey One gestured with his horn, and Crow obediantly turned to look behind her. She noted that the place in which they now stood had the indistinct look of a fog bank, though the ground under her feet felt solid enough. As she gazed into the shifting swirling mists, she could barely make out a figure walking gracefully towards her. Suddenly the mists parted, and there stood Areya, as indescribably beautiful as only Crow's goddess could be. Crow knelt in homage before her diety, and Areya smiled, though her smile was troubled. "My Lady, I am ashamed to report that I have failed thee. I was not able to exact punishment upon the person of Darath the Black..." Before Crow could say another word, Areya gently interrupted. "My champion, thou dist try earnestly and acquitted thyself well. The base coward removed himself from the field of battle, leaving behind his minions to distract thee. Do not fault thyself." Areya's eyes grew distant, "Another member of the Callahanian Army of Light shalt give Darath the Black his due. But thou, my champion, thou art called elsewhere, to another battle." At Crow's questioning glance, Areya sighed pensively. "There are other forces at work in the Multiverse, my child. Didst thou not wonder that the Balance responded so strongly to thy need? Including the avatar that now stands at thy side?" Crow nodded cautiously. "Aye, I had wondered. From my studies I recall that the Balance responds less to calls from females, though a few exceptions to that are rumored... I had simply guessed that it was because of thy support in my calling that I received this much attention." The Grey One neighed softly. <*Child, the Balance would not even heed such as your goddess without having a need of its own. Tell me, these few exceptions, what do you know of them?*> Crow frowned, "Very little, m'lord. They are more legend than anything else. Indeed, some scholars declare that only males may serve as incarnations of the Eternal Champion. And so the Balance disregards females, having no need for them as champions. Any tales to the contrary are simply fancies." <*They are not fancies, but they are exceedingly rare. Female champions are only called during time of greatest need. And they are often called to battle alone, away from chosen companions and all that is familiar. Thus, there are few accounts from reliable sources about what need they serve, or why they are called.*> Areya nodded slightly. "Thou hast no doubt noted the change wrought in thy appearance? For the present, the Balance hast called thee to be one of its champions, a rare female incarnation of the Eternal Champion." Crow's eyes widened. "For what purpose, my Lady?" "I may not tell thee. There are things forbidden even to the gods. I came here simply to reassure thee that thou art still my beloved child, though for the nonce I shall not be able to answer thy calls nor thy prayers for aid. Be strong, serve the Balance well, and if all goes well I shalt see thee again presently." Before Crow could utter another word, Areya sadly inclined her head to her cleric, shared an unreadable look with the Grey One, and vanished back into the mists. The Grey One heaved a mental sigh, the rainbow light of his horn muted. <*It is time we left this place. We have much work to do, and little time to accomplish it. Come, ride upon my back, we have a long journey ahead of us.*> Conscious of the dignity of this beautiful creature, Crow swung lightly onto his back. "I'm ready. Where are we going?" <*To the other side of the Multiverse.*> To Be Continued. =========================== Date: Wed, 10 Sep 1997 21:21:57 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: Breakfast of Champions On Wed, 10 Sep 1997 22:39:59 -0500 In Message # 00001434 Michael Jon Knight said: >On Wed, 10 Sep 1997 17:02:00 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001426 > fuzzy said: > >\# A correction, The Sphere shows Myself and one other active >linkage, but is unable to Locate or Identify the other, at first I >assumed that had to be My Lord Fuzzy, futher checking reveals that it >is not.#\ /Odd. I would be intrigued to know who this Other is.../ >"Right now, I doubt I could tell the differance between a RAT Bar and >a real Rat, I think the blood sugar level is near enough to nothing." > >A quick check of resources later... > >"In fact all of my reserves are flat as a paupers purse, Food First." "Well, all I brought from the Doctor's TARDIS were Yoo-hoo(R) chocolate drinks and bananas." At the odd looks, Knytt adds, "It was all they had. The replicators were busted. I guess we could drive-through, if you have any money." Then... >On Thu, 11 Sep 1997 01:38:08 -0700 In Message # 00001428 > Gareth L Owen said: >> Moments later, three hundred orcs, fifty drow warriors, ten mages, >> and Matron Drisonel flicker into existence just outside the >> entrance of the> Assassin's Guild of Diblis. A disembodied fist >> hammers on the door. Drisonel's voice echoes throughout every room >> in the building. `Open, in the name of Lloth!' >> >> Xzerrion, inside, gets wearily to his feet, and glances over at >> Crow. `Oh, shit.' A six-pack of 15 oz. Yoo-hoo cans appeared in one hand, a small bunch of bananas in the other. "Aw, hell. Looks like drive through is out. At least those will give you some quick energy," he added, passing the fruit and drinks to Fuzzy. >As Kitty crossed the city she morphed again, forming an extended >wraparound front fender, streamlining her form. > >As she emerged from Misern she eased through the sound barrier, Knytt >and Fuzzy would have noticed a very noisy sandstorm, thirty feet >across and heading at mach 1 for the horizon, accelerating as it >went. > >/* Yahooooooo */ With a thought, Knytt boosted the Inertia dampening fields, etc. to let Fuzzy eat commfortably at high-speeds. "Hold 'em if ya got 'em." Knytt brought the hovertrike up behind Kitty and alongside. With a friendly wave to Stranger, Knytt sent, /Hey! How do I get this thing outta first gear?/ A gateway opens in the near distance. Through it can be seen the skyline of Dibis. /Wanna take the shortcut?/ Knytt takes the hovertrike through, and emerges low over Dibis, creating a sonic boom that can be felt even in the silenced area around the Guildhall. =========================== Date: Wed, 10 Sep 1997 21:22:08 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 : Drisonel Cometh On Thu, 11 Sep 1997 00:11:20 -0400 (EDT) In Message # 00001435 Shadow said: > On Wed, 10 Sep 1997 17:43:08 -0700 In Message # 00001429 > Roland X said: > >>On Wed, 10 Sep 1997 15:47:37 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001413 >> "P. Campbell" said: John stared at the wasteland around him, pissed. "This," he yelled, "isn't even the same bloody dimension." At least, he thought, the CAoL was sufficiently unique that he could home in on them. He cast the dimension spanning spell, and a door appeared in front of him. He stepped through thinking, 'I hope I haven't missed the fight.' >>A lesser force might have broken at this assault, but these are >>experienced Drow warriors, under the guidance of their Matron >>Mother. After the initial confusion, Roland finds his telekinetic >>assault blocked off, as the drow ranks reform. Immediately following >>this, his position becomes the center of several spectacular >>fireballs and lighning bolts as the mages send up a counterstrike. The apprentice assassin watched the young child he was supposed to protect nervously, since she kept glowing brighter and it was starting to increase faster. >>Unfortunately, that also gives the drow a clear shot at the >>defenders. Drisonel raises her hand, sending a pencil-thin grey beam >>into Xzerrion's chest. Xzerrion is hurled backwards against the >>wall, and his eyes roll back momentarily in his head. He rises >>unsteadily, but regains his feet, as his eyes glow brighter red. John stepped out of thin air behind Drisonel's forces, "DRISONEL, you will die slowly." He took one step forward then his head whipped toward the room the child was being kept in, "NO!" Inside that room the child was now blindingly bright, very scared, and crying. > (OOC: That should slow 'em down. It'll at least keep the sor- >cerors off Morgan's back, anyway...) The spell on the bomb kicked into stage two, and actively attempted to draw every sort of energy Jadis could think of into itself. In the battle, energies warped and flew toward the child, including the personal energies of some Callahanians. The bomb was about to explode, and was padding the resulting blast. John sent one word, one command, out over the link, /Shield/, as he reached up and yanked off the amulet around his neck. And time stopped for everyone but John. Subconciously they could see him, in that one frozen moment of time, amulet frozen in mid-fall, standing behind the Drow. His body was no longer glowing his usual blue, instead it was an orange-white. All his muscles were contracted, and his head was thrown back, mouth open, as if to scream. He knew the spell, he knew what would happen if he took off the amulet. Every cell in his body simultaneously underwent fusion and the resulting energy was used to enhance the pain and stretch that instant for his consciousness. It was one thing to understand it, it's quite another to go through it. For in that instant John felt the pain hit him. It was indescribable. It was Pain. Pain beyond the ability of a human throat to vocalize. Mentally he screamed, screamed unending. Thus passed the first aeon. Slowly, fed only by his own will and a raw instinct for survival, John pulled back from the edges of that pain, forced himself to work through it. It made the pain greater, but slowly John focused his will. In the physical world his hands unclenched, and he gritted his teeth. Thus passed the second aeon. He reached for the magic. Cause of so many problems, yet the single greatest thing ever to have been offerred him. It came to him, and he opened himself up to it, trying to use the energy he was becoming, bringing his agony closer to it's end. He could feel the channel of his magic begin to stretch and tear, but he held on, for to let go would mean annihilation. He felt beyond himself, to the child-clone, the CAoL, all of Quaren. He had more power at his disposal than some gods, but that was nothing next to the pain that threatened to consume him. /Too much...Can't control.../, he thought. He tried to remove the bomb from the girl and almost annihilated her, tried to get rid of the Drow and barely stopped before the city was wiped off the map. /Must...focus./ He could feel the power began to slip away from him, feel what used to be the pathway to his magic. A single tear wended it's way down his cheek. /One..last..chance/ He reached out and grabbed Quaren. Taking the dimension he ripped it apart and rebuilt it in the next instant. Only with minor changes. The child no longer had the bomb in it, that was transported to thr realm of the gods. Little things he had meant to give to the others but never had the time were now in their packs. And the Drow were all turned around facing the other way. Then the pain rushed back in, but that was ok, he had under two hundred years left to endure. Then the instant ended, and where John was standing there was a bright flare. When it faded only a few glowing particles settled slowly to the ground. =========================== Date: Wed, 10 Sep 1997 21:56:51 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: Breakfast of Champions On Wed, 10 Sep 1997 21:53:07 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001436 fuzzy said: > On Wed, 10 Sep 1997 22:39:59 -0500 In Message # 00001434 > Michael Jon Knight said: [snip] > A six-pack of 15 oz. Yoo-hoo cans appeared in one hand, a small > bunch of bananas in the other. > > "Aw, hell. Looks like drive through is out. At least those will give > you some quick energy," he added, passing the fruit and drinks to > Fuzzy. "Well its not a Rat, but it will have to do. I'm not going to be worth much until I get a chance to rebuild my reserves" > With a thought, Knytt boosted the Inertia dampening fields, etc. to > let Fuzzy eat commfortably at high-speeds. > > "Hold 'em if ya got 'em." "I would like to point out, This is not a 'Hot Rod Lincon' > Knytt brought the hovertrike up behind Kitty and alongside. > > With a friendly wave to Stranger, Knytt sent, /Hey! How do I get > this thing outta first gear?/ "Nor is it a Nash Rambler" =========================== Date: Wed, 10 Sep 1997 22:21:47 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE: A search for knowledge On Thu, 11 Sep 1997 00:56:57 -0400 (EDT) In Message # 00001437 Shadow said: > On 9 Sep 1997 03:03:49 -0400 (EDT) In Message # 00001354 > Dane0R0A@aol.com said: > > Jadis' vision blurs again and when it clears the "vision" is over, > but he is not alone. He senses a part of the presence of the second > speaker. The Adversary speaks, "Now you know what is commonly known > about that pest. YOU are no match for it. It cannot be defeated in > physical battle. It is master to matter and energy, time and space. > BUT it can be tricked and though it has lived thousands of billions > of years it is and will always be a child. If you can get it to join > US your reward will be beyond even your paltry dreams. Power? You'll > have it. Over thousands of universes. Revenge? What can't be > destroyed with it's power. Wealth? Who needs wealth when one has > that kind of power at one's disposal. Think about it." With that the > Adversary vanishes. Jadis stands a moment, thinking over what he just learned. Then he begins to laugh, for obviously this entity, this Adversary has no idea what he used to be, might yet be again. Of course, he couldn't remember most of what he was, but that could be fixed, with time. He pondered it's last words, a moment more, then shook his head, "Get it to join US, it says. With, of course, no clue how that is to be accomplished. Tricked into joining us? First I'd have to get rid of the CAoL, seperate it from them or just kill them? A pretty problem." With that he returns to his keep, to once again start monitoring the activities in Quaren. =========================== Date: Wed, 10 Sep 1997 23:21:46 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: Breakfast of Champions On Thu, 11 Sep 1997 01:00:34 -0500 In Message # 00001438 Michael Jon Knight said: >On Wed, 10 Sep 1997 21:53:07 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001436 > fuzzy said: > >> On Wed, 10 Sep 1997 22:39:59 -0500 In Message # 00001434 >> Michael Jon Knight said: >> >> With a thought, Knytt boosted the Inertia dampening fields, etc. to >> let Fuzzy eat commfortably at high-speeds. >> >> "Hold 'em if ya got 'em." > >"I would like to point out, This is not a 'Hot Rod Lincon' "Duly noted." >> Knytt brought the hovertrike up behind Kitty and alongside. >> >> With a friendly wave to Stranger, Knytt sent, /Hey! How do I get >> this thing outta first gear?/ > >"Nor is it a Nash Rambler" "No, much better than that." The tape deck turned on with a thought: "Here he comes, Here comes Speed Racer! He's a Demon on Wheels..." --Knytt =========================== Date: Wed, 10 Sep 1997 23:36:52 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 : Drisonel Cometh On Thu, 11 Sep 1997 01:29:35 -0500 In Message # 00001439 Michael Jon Knight said: >On Thu, 11 Sep 1997 00:11:20 -0400 (EDT) In Message # 00001435 > Shadow said: > John sent one word, one command, out over the link, /Shield/, as >he reached up and yanked off the amulet around his neck. "WTttttttt..........." Knytt began to say as he caught the command and instinctively brought shields to maximum, and began slowing the hovertrike in midair to a standstill so the extra power could go to the shields. > And time stopped for everyone but John. Subconciously they could >see him, in that one frozen moment of time, amulet frozen in >mid-fall, standing behind the Drow. His body was no longer glowing >his usual blue, instead it was an orange-white. All his muscles were >contracted, and his head was thrown back, mouth open, as if to >scream. The hovertrike hung silently suspended in midair. >Then the instant ended, and where John was standing there was a >bright flare. When it faded only a few glowing particles settled >slowly to the ground. The hovertrike unfroze, slowed as Shields continued to rise in power, as Knytt finished the "TF!?!" Knytt quickly analysed the situation, saw the Drow facing the wrong way, opened a mental file called People to Mourn Later, slipped John inside, and locked it away with the previous files of Things to Do Later. Shields at maximum, Knytt began darting around the sky, firing Plasma weapons at the Drow, mages first. =========================== Date: Wed, 10 Sep 1997 23:51:46 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: Breakfast of Champions On Wed, 10 Sep 1997 23:45:40 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001440 fuzzy said: > On Thu, 11 Sep 1997 01:00:34 -0500 In Message # 00001438 > Michael Jon Knight said: > The tape deck turned on with a thought: > > "Here he comes, > Here comes Speed Racer! > He's a Demon on Wheels..." Fuzzy sings along much Pyewackett's amusement, and Knytt's discomfort... In Cat that is... ttfn Fuzzy =========================== Date: Thu, 11 Sep 1997 11:36:50 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 : Drisonel Cometh On Thu, 11 Sep 1997 11:25:25 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001443 "P. Campbell" said: On Wed, 10 Sep 1997 Dane0R0A@aol.com wrote: > with the battle of Misern finished and Knytt and Fuzzy traveling to > Dibis. The Stardragon at a lose for what to do next, stops the > mini-sun and cancels the darkness spell protecting the remaining > undead in Misern. It then scans the planet for the CAoL. "Seeing" > what is going on in Dibis it teleports to the sky a few hundred feet > above the rebuilt city. The resulting shock wave from the displaced > air blasts outwards, knocking most of the drow off their feet. > affected> With a gesture it "drops" a few magical fireballs on the > unarmored (or relatively unarmored if the drow mages wear armor) > drow outside the guild hall we get with the fireballs> In targeting the mages, Stardragon made a surprising discovery : the drow had been prepared for magical assault, and the fireballs are reflected wildly in several directions, though the drow squad is forced to duck and cover. Several mages are wounded by the arrows fired from the guildhall, but Nalfein raises a shield over the assault force from attack from above. The orcs, on the other hand, take one look upward, see Stardragon, and scatter. =========================== Date: Thu, 11 Sep 1997 12:07:35 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 : Drisonel Cometh On Thu, 11 Sep 1997 11:38:49 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001444 "P. Campbell" said: On Wed, 10 Sep 1997, Caprice Davis wrote: > Argent's eyes glitter, the only sign of emotion. "Right..." Without > hesitation, she strikes at the rear of the drow forces. The attacks > of Roland and Morgan are causing momentary confusion among the Drow, > and she intends to take full advantage of it, before the troops > recover and spot her and Ak'hasta as very real, vunerable targets. Ak'hasta darts in at Argent's side, his blades dropping a pair of warriors in the rearguard, when this strike at the rear attracts the personal attention of Drisonel. `Renegade!' she screams, and hurls a bolt of flame at Ak'hasta's chest, which completely cooks the grey cloak Argent gavce him, as well as singing his hair. Ak'hasta gets up, slightly burned. `My lady gave me that cloak. She's going to be angry ...' Drisonel's voice booms out in command. `Kneel before me, servant! I would see you grovel before you die!' The voice of a Matron Mother holds a great deal of power, particularly for one of her house. Against his will, Ak'hasta stops his attack and begins to kneel, though his face betrays his struggle against her power. `By the glory of Lloth, I shall not be defeated here! Wishya!' At Drisonel's summons, a handmaiden of Lloth appears, lashing out with a pair of tentacles at Roland. > Soon arrows begin to come down from above. Not an indiscriminate > hail, but carefully placed, potentially lethal shots. And the Drow > mages are the targets of choice. Two mages fall, turned into walking pincushions, and others are wounded, before Nalfein raises the wall of force. Despite taking casualties, the drow force is maintaining its position, and even managing to drive partway into the guildhall. =========================== Date: Thu, 11 Sep 1997 12:36:55 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 : Drisonel Cometh On Thu, 11 Sep 1997 12:27:01 PDT In Message # 00001445 "Caprice Davis" said: Quoth Xzerrion: >Ak'hasta darts in at Argent's side, his blades dropping a pair of >warriors in the rearguard, when this strike at the rear attracts the >personal attention of Drisonel. > >`Renegade!' she screams, and hurls a bolt of flame at Ak'hasta's >chest, which completely cooks the grey cloak Argent gavce him, as >well as singing his hair. Argent notices this, and begins fighting with increased determination. She mercilessly cuts down anyone between herself and Ak'hasta, determained to gain his side. >Ak'hasta gets up, slightly burned. `My lady gave me that cloak. She's >going to be angry ...' Angry is far too mild a word for the emotion burning in Argent's heart. Thankfully, it doesn't seem to be imparing her fighting any. >The voice of a Matron Mother holds a great deal of power, >particularly for one of her house. Against his will, Ak'hasta stops >his attack and begins to kneel, though his face betrays his struggle >against her power. "Lady Nix! NO!" Argent is in a fury as she fights over Ak'hasta, determained to protect him at any cost. >`By the glory of Lloth, I shall not be defeated here! Wishya!' At >Drisonel's summons, a handmaiden of Lloth appears, lashing out with a >pair of tentacles at Roland. Mentally Argent sends up a brief prayer, as she continues to fight to defend Ak'hasta. >Two mages fall, turned into walking pincushions, and others are >wounded, before Nalfein raises the wall of force. Despite taking >casualties, the drow force is maintaining its position, and even >managing to drive partway into the guildhall. By now a dozen or so other mercenaries have begun to arrive behind the Drow. Quarter is neither asked for nor given as they fall upon the rear of the Drow forces. >soldiers down, the orcs broke and fled> =========================== Date: Thu, 11 Sep 1997 13:07:06 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 : Drisonel Cometh On Thu, 11 Sep 1997 15:56:44 -0400 (EDT) In Message # 00001446 Dane0R0A@aol.com said: In a message dated 97-09-11 15:08:45 EDT, you write: << `By the glory of Lloth, I shall not be defeated here! Wishya!' At Drisonel's summons, a handmaiden of Lloth appears, lashing out with a pair of tentacles at Roland. >> The Stardragon sends /AHHHHH! A target/ and twin beams of light spear out from its eyes transfixing the handmaiden of Lloth appears with a couple of gigawatts of energy. /Try that on for size demon!/ =========================== Date: Thu, 11 Sep 1997 18:22:00 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: DTB to Thorne On Thu, 11 Sep 1997 18:18:21 -0700 In Message # 00001447 Roland X said: >On Wed, 10 Sep 1997 17:06:51 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00001424 > Driscoll said: > "When I have won I will be more than happy to let you act the >vulture in the battle field picking up scraps to study in hopes of >gaining true knowledge. And if by some impossibility I lose, then >what should I care? > > (and I leave to to Roland to decide if Thorne left wiht a smile or a >scowl after that. ;-) ) (OOC: Smiles. Definitely.) From a fold in reality, Thorne watches the invasion of Drisonel. He smiles, both at Roland's discomfort and Drisonel's...charms. =========================== Date: Thu, 11 Sep 1997 19:07:09 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 : Drisonel Cometh On Thu, 11 Sep 1997 18:52:09 -0700 In Message # 00001448 Roland X said: >On Thu, 11 Sep 1997 00:11:20 -0400 (EDT) In Message # 00001435 > Shadow said: > > The spell on the bomb kicked into stage two, and actively >attempted to draw every sort of energy Jadis could think of into >itself. In the battle, energies warped and flew toward the child, >including the personal energies of some Callahanians. The bomb was >about to explode, and was padding the resulting blast. Roland, feeling the sudden energy shift, can only register shock. /But-it was only supposed to absorb energy _directed_ at it!/ Used to the universe choosing to be annoying at innopportune moments, he begins searching for a way to defuse the thing- or at least, remove it from the child and teleport far, far away. Morgan, meanwhile, is having the time of her life duelling with Tsardon. Though there isn't a touch of the sigil's taint to be felt upon her, she is in a form of battle she understands, and is holding her own-at the least-with one who would have once been her superior with a blade. > John sent one word, one command, out over the link, /Shield/, as >he reached up and yanked off the amulet around his neck. Roland, realizing what John has done, is suddenly by the side of his beloved. Teleportation, superspeed, or sheer will, no one is certain how, but there is a shield around them both that is an expression of all the power Roland has. He isn't sure that he could survive molecular disintegration, but isn't in any particular hurry to find out. Morgan almost certainly could, but would probably wish she hadn't, Roland thinks. >Then the instant ended, and where John was standing there was a >bright flare. When it faded only a few glowing particles settled >slowly to the ground. "What the-?!" Morgan looks at Roland with mild surprise and annoyance; she thought that he knew better than to interfere in a duel of honor. Then she sees what happened. Roland releases the bubble, slightly drained by the effort. "Sorry, love." He looks at the spot where John had been standing, and salutes with the blade. Then he examines the situation. (OOC: So, does Morgan have anyone left to duel, and is Roland still facing, well, anything?) =========================== Date: Fri, 12 Sep 1997 03:36:51 -0700 (PDT) Subject: AAE3 - Dropping in on Drisonel/Knytt leaps into the fray On Fri, 12 Sep 97 05:11:47 CDT In Message # 00001458 Mike Knight said: Knytt noted Ak'hasta's bow to Drisonel with a grim look. He had submitted to so-called authority before and didn't want to see anyone else make his mistakes. He also noted the force wall was making his plasma blasts ineffective. /Initiate BackSeatDriver: Pyewackett/ "Pyewackett, see if you can keep them busy. You've watched me use this bike enough to know how everything works. I'll be seeing what I can do to keep Argent and Ak'hast from getting themselves killed. Hate to see a cute couple like that get broken up because of some overbearing Mother." Swinging a leg over the still hovering trike, Knytt stood on the footrest and looked down at the battle below him. "Sure wish I had that combat armor of Ace's right about now." As if in reply, the gateway bands began to glow a golden hue, with the lenses being the brightest. Small Gold hexagons began stacking themselves like scales, rapidly crawling up Knytt's arm and over his body. His sweats seemed to be eaten as source material for thousands of nanites to create an ultra dense body armor. A complex pattern of circuitry was etched in a material identical to the gateway bands, which grew more intricate until it finally joined with the lenses. Within five seconds, the body suit was complete. The suit was skintight, but whoever's body it was clinging to, sure didn't look like Knytt's. The body beneath the suit was in peak physical condition. Knytt thought he looked like he was sculpted by some insane comic book artist. "Now all I need are weapons." A holster formed on Knytt's right hip, a gold blaster hanging there. A pool of liquid gold flowed down into Knytt's hand, forming a gold lightsaber. A hook for the Jedi weapon formed on his left hip. "Cool!" Knytt hung the lightsaber on his hip and hopped off the HoverCyclone into the battle below. His descend slowed until he landed.... ...On the Force Wall? Knytt shrugged and jogged across the invisible shield, dropping off the edge into the middle of three Drow soldiers. One of whom looked familiar... "Die human!" the Drow shouted, and Knytt almost burst out laughing. "Sergeant Pig!" The Drow Sergeant stopped, shock evident on his face, "How DARE you!" Knytt sighed, "I really don't have time for this." The lightsaber flashed, a golden blade slicing through the Drows' swords. Knytt had reacted quickly, but the Drow should have been quicker. But, Knytt found the world had slowed to a crawl before him. As the Drow lunged, he easily sidestepped, kicking one in the chest, grabbing another and pivoting to throw him into the first, and hitting the Drow Sergeant in the chin, with a nasty uppercut. The Drow Sergeant landed on top of the other two soldiers. Pyewackett watched Knytt running, ducking and weaving through the mass of Drow. To the cat, Knytt was moving extremely quickly, as fast as a cheetah. The cat noticed his thoughts were going as quickly. "It's like he is on fast forward." /Actually,/ Knytt thought, /Everyone is on slow motion. Your thoughts are coming through really slowly. The Gateway Bands are slowing time down for me. Everything is on 1/4th speed./ Knytt saw a clear path to Argent, Ak'hasta, and Drisonel. Running at full speed, he headed for the trio, lightsaber blazing. =========================== Date: Fri, 12 Sep 1997 10:36:48 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 : Drisonel Cometh On Fri, 12 Sep 1997 10:10:48 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001459 "P. Campbell" said: On Wed, 10 Sep 1997, Shadow wrote: > John sent one word, one command, out over the link, /Shield/, as > he reached up and yanked off the amulet around his neck. Xzerrion, guessing that something *very bad* is about to happen, dives to the ground, refocusing the energy he had summoned from the amulet into a shield. > For in that instant John felt the pain hit him. It was > indescribable. It was Pain. Pain beyond the ability of a human > throat to vocalize. Mentally he screamed, screamed unending. Thus > passed the first aeon. Nalfein's scream echoes John's, as the backlash of his broken magic returns to its source, burning through his mage channels and searing his brain from the inside. > /Too much...Can't control.../, he thought. He tried to remove the > bomb from the girl and almost annihilated her, tried to get rid of > the Drow and barely stopped before the city was wiped off the map. > /Must...focus./ He could feel the power began to slip away from him, > feel what used to be the pathway to his magic. A single tear wended > it's way down his cheek. The power released shatters Drisonel's concentration on dominating Ak'hasta. He gets to his feet, then feels the incredible mage energies being released. `What ...' he begins. Argent snarls back, `Duck!' > Then the instant ended, and where John was standing there was a > bright flare. When it faded only a few glowing particles settled > slowly to the ground. Xzerrion, badly shaken, looks back at what once was John. /Gods, the agony ... I did that, once, but somehow I'm still here. Another friend destroyed ... I hope you find peace, wherever you are./ He glances back at the drow. The warriors are scattered, slowly rolling over , as they groan, clutching their heads. Nalfein, destroyed by his own rebounding magic, is a pile of cinders. However, Drisonel and her last contingent of mages had linked theire energies to form a shield, and they still stand. Slowly, they allow the shield to disippate, as Drisonel raises her hand and points at Xzerrion. `This day I give your soul to Lloth! Wishya!' Drisonel glows with black-light. A response comes from nowhere, and yet everywhere, and all fighting hear. {You have spent too long in the pursuit of this one, Drisonel, to the expense of your other duties to Me. You have one final chance. You will face him alone. Succeeed, and all the power you have sought will be yours, and your name will be known among all the drow, for all time. Fail, and your name will live in infamy forever.} Drisonel and Xzerrion flicker out of existance. - To be continued ... =========================== Date: Fri, 12 Sep 1997 12:07:03 -0700 (PDT) Subject: AAE3 : Drisonel Cometh, and goeth On Fri, 12 Sep 1997 11:57:54 In Message # 00001460 "L.J. Wolfe" said: >On Fri, 12 Sep 1997 10:10:48 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001459 > "P. Campbell" said: > >On Wed, 10 Sep 1997, Shadow wrote: > >> John sent one word, one command, out over the link, /Shield/, as >> he reached up and yanked off the amulet around his neck. > >Xzerrion, guessing that something *very bad* is about to happen, >dives to the ground, refocusing the energy he had summoned from the >amulet into a shield. >Nalfein's scream echoes John's, as the backlash of his broken magic >returns to its source, burning through his mage channels and searing >his brain from the inside. .> >Xzerrion, badly shaken, looks back at what once was John. /Gods, the >agony ... I did that, once, but somehow I'm still here. Another >friend destroyed ... I hope you find peace, wherever you are./ > >He glances back at the drow. The warriors are scattered, slowly >rolling over , as they groan, clutching their heads. Nalfein, >destroyed by his own rebounding magic, is a pile of cinders. However, >Drisonel and her last contingent of mages had linked theire energies >to form a shield, and they still stand. Slowly, they allow the shield >to disippate, as Drisonel raises her hand and points at Xzerrion. Morgan looks at the quivering hulk of the weaponsmaster. "Damn, and I was on a roll." She smiles wickedly. Roland chuckles as he zaps another mage. >A response comes from nowhere, and yet everywhere, and all fighting >hear. > >{You have spent too long in the pursuit of this one, Drisonel, to the >expense of your other duties to Me. You have one final chance. You >will face him alone. Succeeed, and all the power you have sought will >be yours, and your name will be known among all the drow, for all >time. Fail, and your name will live in infamy forever.} "Uh-oh, _someone_'s in trouble with their Goddess." >Drisonel and Xzerrion flicker out of existance. "Good luck, Xzerrion," Morgan whispers, and tries out the various links to see if she'll be able to follow the duel. >- To be continued ... Of course! =========================== Date: Fri, 12 Sep 1997 13:06:57 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 : Drisonel Cometh On Fri, 12 Sep 1997 13:00:32 PDT In Message # 00001461 "Caprice Davis" said: >On Fri, 12 Sep 1997 10:10:48 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001459 > "P. Campbell" said: > >On Wed, 10 Sep 1997, Shadow wrote: *snip* >The power released shatters Drisonel's concentration on dominating >Ak'hasta. He gets to his feet, then feels the incredible mage >energies being released. `What ...' he begins. > >response.> >Argent snarls back, `Duck!' She moves to sheild him with her body, raising her shield over them both. >Xzerrion, badly shaken, looks back at what once was John. /Gods, the >agony ... I did that, once, but somehow I'm still here. Another >friend destroyed ... I hope you find peace, wherever you are./ > >He glances back at the drow. The warriors are scattered, slowly >rolling over , as they groan, clutching their heads. Nalfein, >destroyed by his own rebounding magic, is a pile of cinders. However, >Drisonel and her last contingent of mages had linked theire energies >to form a shield, and they still stand. Slowly, they allow the shield >to disippate, as Drisonel raises her hand and points at Xzerrion. Argent stands, her eyes gleaming like a serpent's. >A response comes from nowhere, and yet everywhere, and all fighting >hear. > >{You have spent too long in the pursuit of this one, Drisonel, to the >expense of your other duties to Me. You have one final chance. You >will face him alone. Succeeed, and all the power you have sought will >be yours, and your name will be known among all the drow, for all >time. Fail, and your name will live in infamy forever.} > >Drisonel and Xzerrion flicker out of existance. Argent's reaction is instantanous... if Xzerrion returns, Drisonel's forces might try to take advantage of his weakness from the fight, and the confusion. If Drisonel returns, she'd lead her forces to crush them, this time backed by a god... Argent does the only logical thing, to her mind. While the others are still dazed and confused, she attacks, with grim determination. =========================== Date: Fri, 12 Sep 1997 14:07:37 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: Breakfast of Champions On Fri, 12 Sep 1997 21:25:04 -0700 In Message # 00001462 Gareth L Owen said: Michael Jon Knight wrote: > Knytt brought the hovertrike up behind Kitty and alongside. > > With a friendly wave to Stranger, Knytt sent, /Hey! How do I get > this thing outta first gear?/ Stranger waved back /* Looks like an automatic to me */ > A gateway opens in the near distance. Through it can be seen the > skyline of Dibis. /Wanna take the shortcut?/ /* Why not? */ > Knytt takes the hovertrike through, and emerges low over Dibis, > creating a sonic boom that can be felt even in the silenced area > around the Guildhall. Kitty emerged just after him, replicating his sonic boom, but as Knytt peeled off and slowed down to a more manageable speed Kitty shot straight on, decelerating and banking for all she was worth. A faint thought can just be heard across the link... /* Whaddya mean he's got inertial dampers */ =========================== Date: Fri, 12 Sep 1997 14:07:50 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 : Drisonel Cometh On Fri, 12 Sep 1997 21:49:28 -0700 In Message # 00001463 Gareth L Owen said: > On Thu, 11 Sep 1997 01:29:35 -0500 In Message # 00001439 > Michael Jon Knight said: Kitty banked frantically, attempting to get back to the fray. > "WTttttttt..........." Knytt began to say as he caught the command > and instinctively brought shields to maximum, and began slowing the > hovertrike in midair to a standstill so the extra power could go to > the shields. /* SHields? */ Queried Kitty /* We don't have any! Get us in there, maybe we can... */ >>Then the instant ended, and where John was standing there was a >>bright flare. When it faded only a few glowing particles settled >>slowly to the ground. Stranger screamed, clutching at his temples, before ripping off his minilens. > Shields at maximum, Knytt began darting around the sky, firing > Plasma weapons at the Drow, mages first. Kitty slewed to a stop near the melee, Stranger vaulted to the ground, landing with a distinct thump near part of the Drow rearguard, who looked somewhat disorientated. Kitty landed near him and started morphing into her more traditional battle form. Stranger stared at the Drow. "I am having a _very_ bad day. Thus, I am formally advising you to either retreat or surrender or it will go hard on you." He spoke coldly, but inside his mind metaprogramming pathways were opening up, reconfiguring his emotions. Suppress grief. Suppress shock. Suppress fear. Enhance rage. The drow looked at each other smiled, viciously and rushed him. Stranger ducked under the first ones sword slash, the Drow hadn't expected a human to be so fast, now he was right up against him. One of Strangers hands grabbed the small of his back while the other palm smashed into his chin. The drow was twisted through nienty degrees by the force of the blow, the corpse landing heavily on its back. The second drow slashed at Stranger from his side, but his hand lashed out at the last second, grabbing his sword wrist. He twisted the drow's blade out of his hand, inverted his arm and smashed his other palm into th eDrow's reversed elbow. It crunched sickeningly. Stranger twisted, pulling the drow behind him and delivered a brutal elbow attack to his nose which happily collapsed. the snapping noise from the drow's neck was unmistakeable. Kitty, now back in her big metal cat form, noted the battle impassively and looked for a target. /* He could at least have the manners to draw his own weapons to take them on */ She thought The third drow decided on a more cautious approach and drew a throwing knife. Stranger easily dodged it and leapt at the elf, who was unable to bring his sword back in time, so Stranger dodged past him, grabbed his neck and twisted. Kitty left him to it and bounded over to a group of Drow mages. "Hi guys." She leapt. =========================== Date: Fri, 12 Sep 1997 16:36:55 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 : Drisonel Cometh On Fri, 12 Sep 1997 19:10:36 -0400 (EDT) In Message # 00001466 Dane0R0A@aol.com said: In a message dated 97-09-12 13:37:46 EDT, you write: << `This day I give your soul to Lloth! Wishya!' Drisonel glows with black-light. A response comes from nowhere, and yet everywhere, and all fighting hear. {You have spent too long in the pursuit of this one, Drisonel, to the expense of your other duties to Me. You have one final chance. You will face him alone. Succeeed, and all the power you have sought will be yours, and your name will be known among all the drow, for all time. Fail, and your name will live in infamy forever.} Drisonel and Xzerrion flicker out of existance. >> With Drisonel ripped out of the linkage of mages, the linkage collapses and with it the forcefield that was protecting them from The Stardragon. Sensing the droping of the shield, The Stardragon spits out a small blast of energy which blows a 20 foot wide crater in the center of the group of drow mages. Those that aren't killed instantly are blown far and wide. Easy pickings for followup laser beams from its eyes. =========================== Date: Fri, 12 Sep 1997 17:22:16 -0700 (PDT) Subject: OOC: Have fun. On Fri, 12 Sep 1997 17:07:11 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001468 fuzzy said: If anyone checks on Fuzzy, He is sleeping with the last half bannana in one hand and an empty YooHoo in the other. Unless forced to wake-up sooner he will sleep for an hour and wake up Very hungry, but at least better off than he was. He did not even have the energy to tease Drisonel, more's the pity. :) =========================== Date: Fri, 12 Sep 1997 17:37:04 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 : Drisonel Cometh On Fri, 12 Sep 1997 17:31:46 In Message # 00001469 "L.J. Wolfe" said: >On Fri, 12 Sep 1997 19:10:36 -0400 (EDT) In Message # 00001466 > Dane0R0A@aol.com said: > >With Drisonel ripped out of the linkage of mages, the linkage >collapses and with it the forcefield that was protecting them from >The Stardragon. Sensing the droping of the shield, The Stardragon >spits out a small blast of energy which blows a 20 foot wide crater >in the center of the group of drow mages. Those that aren't killed >instantly are blown far and wide. Easy pickings for followup laser >beams from its eyes. Roland's eyes go wide. *Oh, grife!* Morgan, seeing the blast coming, runs forward to protect Argent, the one mortal fighting the mages. Roland's eyes go even wider. *Oh, GRIFE!* Roland does the only thing he can do. The forcefield that protected he and Morgan from the talisman blast goes up in front of Morgan and Argent, shielding them completely from the explosion. Roland is not so lucky. Overloaded from the mage attack and pushed to his limits by raising cosmic defense-screens twice in a matter of seconds, his mental powers do him little good. Like a straw in a hurricane, his body is flung back, charred and battered, through a wall. He lands inside a building, his body slowly regenerating the burns and broken bones. *Being a superhero, a force for good, it's a wonderful thing. You get to make your own hours, it looks great on a resume, but the pay...sucks.* Roland chuckles as a rib slides back into place. Morgan, having ascertained that Argent is all right (OOC: pending confirmation from Argent) turns her attention to Roland. <*O deaca.*> She rushes to his side. <*Roland, ye dear fool, what have ye done to yerself this time?*> *I'm immortal, love. It'll heal.* Roland tries to sit up and breaks another rib. *Eventually.* He wisely lies back down. Morgan chuckles softly and kisses Roland on the forehead. <*Someone has _got_ tae teach that boy to watch where he's shooting.*> *Oh, that feels good,* Roland adds when he feels Morgan's lips on his forehead. *Don't stop.* Morgan helps Roland fade into merciful unconsciousness. =========================== Date: Fri, 12 Sep 1997 18:22:15 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 : Drisonel Cometh On Fri, 12 Sep 1997 19:46:21 -0500 In Message # 00001471 Michael Jon Knight said: >On Fri, 12 Sep 1997 13:00:32 PDT In Message # 00001461 > "Caprice Davis" said: >Argent does the only logical thing, to her mind. While the others are >still dazed and confused, she attacks, with grim determination. Knytt watches Xzerrion and Drisonel disappear, noting Argent's reaction. Realizing she has the right idea, he alters course for Roland. Speeding past the young Immortal at about 120 mph, he leaves two 100' coils of nylon rope at Roland's feet. /Roland, I still can't help thinking if it weren't for the Matron Mother, these soldiers wouldn't care a bit about us. What say we disarm and detain who we can before the shock wears off and this turns into a blood bath. If Ak'hasta and Xzerrion can change, we ought to give these others a chance to as well. Even 'Sergeant Pig' over there. Y'know, 'Protect the Innocent' and all that crap?/ /The mages will be the real problem. I don't know Bo Diddly about magic and what is a weapon and what isn't. But, if someone can tell me what to look for, I can remove it. Of course, that may be dangerous, as it may not be a weapon until the mage uses it as one. And I should think someone will figure out what I am doing eventually and try to stop me./ As a Drow Soldier regains his bearings, he suddenly sees a flash of gold and finds himself lying on the ground, hands and legs hogtied behind his back. /0.27 seconds. New world's record. Yeehaw!/ =========================== Date: Fri, 12 Sep 1997 19:06:57 -0700 (PDT) Subject: AAE3 : It's all in the mind. On Fri, 12 Sep 1997 22:03:19 -0400 (EDT) In Message # 00001474 Shadow said: > On Fri, 12 Sep 1997 17:31:46 In Message # 00001469 > "L.J. Wolfe" said: > >>On Fri, 12 Sep 1997 19:10:36 -0400 (EDT) In Message # 00001466 >> Dane0R0A@aol.com said: >> > Morgan chuckles softly and kisses Roland on the forehead. <*Someone > has _got_ tae teach that boy to watch where he's shooting.*> > > *Oh, that feels good,* Roland adds when he feels Morgan's lips on > his forehead. *Don't stop.* > Morgan helps Roland fade into merciful unconsciousness. In a dreamlike state, a voice calls out to Roland, "That looked rather painful. I've heard of the spirit of self-sacrifice, but you tend to take things a little far." Roland finds himself in a grassy clearing, the sun streaming down, deer and rabbits frolicing a few feet away. Facing him, in his original form, is John. "I'm a spirit," he says, "I did die, but you can't get rid of me that easily." He grins with his last remark. "You're here because, well, I need help." He doesn't look entirely happy about that, his pride somewhat dented. "I have all my gifts that I had in life, except, except my magic is lost to me. To have lost that... I'd rather have died." He ventures a wan smile, "In fact, I did die, but I'm trying not to dwell on that." "Anyway, I don't know how to use my latent TK abilities. I'm not sure how long the battle will last, and frankly, I'm too weak at the moment to do anything. I can't even talk to anyone right now, you're being unconscious helps immensly." "Oh, there is something you need to know. The clone, the child, she's been changed slightly. It would be best If I took her with me when I leave. She will be in danger as long as she lives, for she can now be hooked up in tandem with umm.. one of my kind, as an energy conduit. I have friends who can safeguard her until she grows old enough to defend herself." =========================== Date: Fri, 12 Sep 1997 19:07:06 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 : Drisonel Cometh On Fri, 12 Sep 97 20:29:18 CDT In Message # 00001475 Mike Knight said: >On Fri, 12 Sep 1997 19:46:21 -0500 In Message # 00001471 > Michael Jon Knight said: >As a Drow Soldier regains his bearings, he suddenly sees a flash of >gold and finds himself lying on the ground, hands and legs hogtied >behind his back. > >/0.27 seconds. New world's record. Yeehaw!/ Just then, Knytt happens to glance up and see the StarDragon's assault on the Drow mages. He turns and runs for Argent and Ak'hasta. If he can grab their hands, he can use his temporal field to let them move as quickly out of fire as he can. Roland's shield covers the couple to Knytt's relief, but Knytt got too close to the blast area. As the concussive force hits him, he instinctively covers his face with his arms. The blast sends him flying, through the roof of a nearby bar, down through the rafters, and landing on a table, which promptly collapses under the weight. The customer at the table, who had just picked up his mug, still held it at arm's length, staring at Knytt in shock. Knytt took the mug and drained it. "Ohhhhhh that's good. No matter how busy I am, I always like to drop in for a beer." Knytt dropped a coin he found on the floor next to him in the man's still outstretched hand. "Thanks, have one at my expense," Knytt said as he zipped out the door. =========================== Date: Sat, 13 Sep 1997 12:37:16 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE: Behind Closed Doors On Sat, 13 Sep 1997 12:34:25 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001479 Nemisis said: > On 6 Sep 1997 07:36:50 PDT In Message # 00001278 > "Caprice Davis" said: > The Guildmaster looks at Patricia, "Miss, if you will wait for me in > my office, we will negotiate the exact terms of the contract between > the two of us." He then gestures for an orderly to escort Patricia > out, to his office. After the battle with Drisonel... "Your prompt response to the Situation outside, Is to your credit, since we have not yet compleated our Negotiations" "I am willing to Supply Arms and Armor for Incoming Personel in either City Guard or Millitia postings, that will be theirs to keep." "The quality of those is matched to the New Weapons loose in the Streets now." "Will you be wanting to hire your own magical support personel, or should I Negotiate seperatly with the Magical Guilds?" "The First Aid Kits availible from the Hospital, are in fact Availible to any one who asks, The Mobile Aid Stations are another matter, as many as a score of those will be made Availible for use by the Guild outside the City Walls of Dibis for as long as the contract holds, the Mobile Aid Stations are about the size of a Wagon suitable for a team of four horses, and will be able to transport injuries too major for its own capabilities to the Hospital in Dibis." "Will you be requiring construction of additional Barracks?" ===========================