Action, Adventure, Excitement, Part 3 Chapter 20 Date: Tue, 15 Jul 1997 21:03:40 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE III-Taking back the night On Tue, 15 Jul 1997 20:58:48 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000468 "P. Campbell" said: On Tue, 15 Jul 1997, Roland X wrote: > *You guys might want to take a few steps away from > me,* Roland sends. *I'm about to make a huge sprocking > target of myself.* Xzerrion shakes his head. <* So what else is new? *> > The Blaze armor lights up with a fiery glow, and two > more enemy mechs just...stop. > "So long as you will not surrender, YOU ARE FREE!" > Blaze leaps back down, dodging more attacks, and > lands before a wide-eyed noble. Xzerrion rolls his eyes slightly. <* You know, *> he sends through the link, but *not* to Blaze, <* If the situation weren't so serious, it would be extremely funny if he tripped. *> > "Figures," Blaze mutters, he and the T-800 making > short work of the depowered guards. Soon, Blaze is > looking the noble in the eyes. > The fop takes one look at the glowing, armored figure > and faints dead away. > Blaze chuckles. "Figures. NEXT!" Drisonel's house mage is scrying the fight carefully, but chooses to test the power of this group before revealing himself. Behind Blaze, the ground erupts violently as a sixteen foot, solid stone humanoid bursts forth, swinging for Blaze's head. Xzerrion immediately switches back to being serious. <* Roland, watch your back! *> Knowing his arrows, and for that matter, most of his magic, are near useless against this, Xzerrion darts out of cover, races halfway up the creature's back, and chips a small piece out of its shoulder. This does little damage, but does succeed in attacting its attention. Wordlessly roaring, it slaps as if at a mosquito, but Xzerrion is alread off if its back. /This is going to be a pain./ Xzerrion thinks to himself, carefully dodging. - Xzerrion =========================== Date: Tue, 15 Jul 1997 21:48:28 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE III-Taking back the night On Wed, 16 Jul 97 00:38:59 +0100, in Message # 00000469 Roland X said: Before all this, Knytt wrote: >Knytt, who had by now stowed the medical supplies and slipped the >tricorder in her coat pocket, glances at her clothes, "Yes, it's what >every homeless time-traveller is wearing this season." Placing a hand >on Stranger's arm and the other hand on Morgan's shoulder, Knytt >thinks of the guild training room. A bright flash of light and the >trio are in the same part of the trainig room where Knytt was >sparring with the robot. *You're never homeless so long as I have a place within Pride Phoenix, Knytt,* Roland sends warmly. >On Tue, 15 Jul 1997 20:58:48 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000468 > "P. Campbell" said: > >On Tue, 15 Jul 1997, Roland X wrote: >> *You guys might want to take a few steps away from >> me,* Roland sends. *I'm about to make a huge sprocking >> target of myself.* > >Xzerrion shakes his head. <* So what else is new? *> *Very funny, Xzerrion,* Roland sends in a 'testy' voice, but the smile on his face betrays his good humor. >Drisonel's house mage is scrying the fight carefully, but chooses to >test the power of this group before revealing himself. Behind Blaze, >the ground erupts violently as a sixteen foot, solid stone humanoid >bursts forth, swinging for Blaze's head. > >Xzerrion immediately switches back to being serious. > ><* Roland, watch your back! *> "What he sent!" The 'T-800' says in a familiar voice, dodging and firing a chain-gun out of her back. *Sil?* Roland sends, as the blow connects. He rolls with the blow that would have crushed a normal human, his armor and his PK shields absorbing the lion's share of the attack. "You crazy psion, 'Blaze,' what are you doing?" The HIT-Mark V (basically, a T-800 with built-in weaponry) unfolded a pair of metal wings and flew into the air. *Wearing a big target.* "WHY?" >Knowing his arrows, and for that matter, most of his magic, are near >useless against this, Xzerrion darts out of cover, races halfway up >the creature's back, and chips a small piece out of its shoulder. >This does little damage, but does succeed in attacting its attention. >Wordlessly roaring, it slaps as if at a mosquito, but Xzerrion is >alread off if its back. > >/This is going to be a pain./ Xzerrion thinks to himself, carefully >dodging. *So the others can sneak around unnoticed,* Roland explains dryly, grabbing the golem's (elemental's?) legs with his PK, and aiming the falling creature at a mech. *It's good to have you back, Sil.* "I was wondering when you'd find me a suitable body," she replies tartly, firing her chaingun into a crowd of zombies, who promptly burst into flames, thence quickly to ashes. "Incendiaries," she says with unalloyed glee. "I love technology." She gives Roland an impulsive hug. "I'm so happy for you, child. May the two of you hold joy close," she says, landing and finding more undead to destroy. Knytt also said: >Knytt vanishes and reappears near Roland and Xzerrion. > >"Ok, guys, what next?" Blaze shrugs, magnetizing several enemy knights to one another, and gestures at the rising golem. *My resonance powers aren't doing much to this...thing. I'm loath to shatter it with PK for fear of creating enough shrapnel to kill _everyone_ here. And I can't shut down its computer systems because the sprocking thing doesn't HAVE any! I'm open to suggestions.* =========================== Date: Tue, 15 Jul 1997 22:48:08 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE III-Taking back the night On Tue, 15 Jul 1997 22:38:07, in Message # 00000470 "L.J. Wolfe" said: >On Tue, 15 Jul 1997 22:24:20 -0700, in Message # 00000457 > Gareth L Owen said: > >To anyone in a position to notice (ie Morgan) Stranger has lapsed >from unconsciousness into a normal but very deep sleep. Morgan's >healing energies seem to have 'taken' very well. Her patient was sleeping soundly, and the others who were no longer willing or able to fight were starting to trickle into the Guildhall. Especially with Kuri, Fuzzy and the Nemesis splits around, Morgan knew her skills were more needed on the battlefield than here. <*I'm heading back out,*> she informes her comrads. She holds a picture of Roland in her mind, and teleports herself back into the frey. Just in time to see.... >On Tue, 15 Jul 97 21:21:53 +0100, in Message # 00000465 > Roland X said: > > And with that, the newly minted Blaze leaps into the >air, firing PK bolts at the grunt soldiers below. He >lands on a nearby tower, lightning shooting into the >automatic defenses that had been holding back rebels. > "People of Quaren, hear me! I am Blaze! Morgan arrives at Xzerrions side, and throws a S.E.P. field around them while they watch her beloved. > "Your oppressors have tried time and again to enslave >or destroy me and mine!" Several projectiles of various >natures impact harmlessly on the psychotronic armor and >its force-grid. "They have failed! They are _not_ as >invincible as they would have you believe!" > The Blaze armor lights up with a fiery glow, and two >more enemy mechs just...stop. > "So long as you will not surrender, YOU ARE FREE!" > Blaze chuckles. "Figures. NEXT!" <*I just _love_ watching him work,*> Morgan sends, a teasing smile in her 'voice', and on the general link so she knows Roland will 'hear'. >On Tue, 15 Jul 1997 20:58:48 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000468 > "P. Campbell" said: > >Drisonel's house mage is scrying the fight carefully, but chooses to >test the power of this group before revealing himself. Behind Blaze, >the ground erupts violently as a sixteen foot, solid stone humanoid >bursts forth, swinging for Blaze's head. > >Xzerrion immediately switches back to being serious. > ><* Roland, watch your back! *> <*_I'll_ help with that duty!*> Morgan says, heading for Roland. >On Wed, 16 Jul 97 00:38:59 +0100, in Message # 00000469 > Roland X said: > > "I was wondering when you'd find me a suitable body," she >replies tartly, firing her chaingun into a crowd of zombies, >who promptly burst into flames, thence quickly to ashes. "In- >cendiaries," she says with unalloyed glee. "I love technology." >She gives Roland an impulsive hug. "I'm so happy for you, child. >May the two of you hold joy close," she says, landing and >finding more undead to destroy. <*Thank you, Sil.*> Neither of the Phoenix's show any surprise as Morgan appears, flinging a peanut at Roland. <*We intend to.*> >Knytt also said: >>Knytt vanishes and reappears near Roland and Xzerrion. >> >>"Ok, guys, what next?" > > Blaze shrugs, magnetizing several enemy knights to one >another, and gestures at the rising golem. *My resonance >powers aren't doing much to this...thing. I'm loath to >shatter it with PK for fear of creating enough shrapnel >to kill _everyone_ here. And I can't shut down its com- >puter systems because the sprocking thing doesn't HAVE >any! I'm open to suggestions.* <*Fight one element with another?*> Morgan asks. <*Cover me. We don't have time for me to have to start this over.*> The Druid rests the point of her claidhmor on the ground and rests her hands on the hilt. She closes her eyes, and in moments those sensitive to such things can almost see the form of a great oak surrounding her, part of her. Breathing deeply and steadily, she reaches into the earth and sky, drawing power to herself. As the power reaches a peak, she whispers one barely audible, faintly questioning word: "Boann". A breeze rises, gentle at first, then stronger. There is the faintest scent of hazelnuts as clouds begin to gather, a not so distant roll of thunder is heard, and suddenly the heavens open in a torrent. (OOC: I leave it to those running various baddies to decide if this shorts anything out .) Impossibly, the rain seems to slant in several directions at once, all _toward_ the being of earth. The drops running off down it's body seem to tear at it, each stripping away a little bit, slowly weakening the creature. Softly, distantly, Morgan's 'voice' is heard. <*This won't kill it, at least not very quickly, but it should even the odds. Go for it!*> Morgan /|\ =========================== Date: Wed, 16 Jul 1997 00:33:16 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE III-Taking back the night On Wed, 16 Jul 1997 02:22:30 -0500, in Message # 00000471 Michael Jon Knight said: >On Wed, 16 Jul 97 00:38:59 +0100, in Message # 00000469 > Roland X said: > *You're never homeless so long as I have a place >within Pride Phoenix, Knytt,* Roland sends warmly. Knytt actually blushes. /Thank you,/ she sends simply. >On Tue, 15 Jul 1997 22:38:07, in Message # 00000470 > "L.J. Wolfe" said: > >Impossibly, the rain seems to slant in several directions at once, >all _toward_ the being of earth. The drops running off down it's body >seem to tear at it, each stripping away a little bit, slowly >weakening the creature. > >Softly, distantly, Morgan's 'voice' is heard. <*This won't kill it, >at least not very quickly, but it should even the odds. Go for it!*> Meanwhile, Knytt has drawn the Gateway katana and traced a circle around the golem. Suddenly, the golem advances on her, its forearm impacting with her chest, casting her aside into a stone wall. She hits the wall and slumps to the ground as she fluttere between consciousness and unconsciousness. Restorative energies kick in, healing the bruised ribs, and Knytt returns to consciousness with a gasp. /Damn, it's moved outside the circle. Try and force it back in. When that gate opens, it will drop him into a volcano on a distant planetoid. He can rot there, if the lava doesn't melt him down first./ --Knytt =========================== Date: Wed, 16 Jul 1997 00:34:52 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE III-Taking back the night On Wed, 16 Jul 1997 00:30:49 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000472 "P. Campbell" said: On Tue, 15 Jul 1997, L.J. Wolfe wrote: >>Drisonel's house mage is scrying the fight carefully, but chooses to >>test the power of this group before revealing himself. Behind Blaze, >>the ground erupts violently as a sixteen foot, solid stone humanoid >>bursts forth, swinging for Blaze's head. > Impossibly, the rain seems to slant in several directions at once, > all _toward_ the being of earth. The drops running off down it's > body seem to tear at it, each stripping away a little bit, slowly > weakening the creature. Xzerrion glances at the resulting mud. <* Good thing I got off that thing when I did, or my tunic would end up even more of a mess than it is already, *> he grins. > Softly, distantly, Morgan's 'voice' is heard. <*This won't kill it, > at least not very quickly, but it should even the odds. Go for it!*> Having an interesting thought, Xzerrion darts forward, delivering a slashing blow with Frostbite. The water freezes along the trace of his cut, forming a slowly broadening crack. Seeing the effectiveness of this, Xzerrion sends, <* Somebody freeze this thing! With all the water soaking in, that should send it to a million pieces. *> - Xzerrion =========================== Date: Wed, 16 Jul 1997 05:48:14 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE: Regrouping On Wed, 16 Jul 1997 09:10:35 -0400 (EDT), in Message # 00000473 caprice said: On Tue, 15 Jul 1997, P. Campbell wrote: > On Tue, 15 Jul 1997, Caprice Davis wrote: > >> Argent closes the door of the bathing chamber and slides the bolt >> home, locking it. Gently she lays down her burden, and slips a few >> drops of antidote between Ak'hasta's lips... She waits, knowing how >> quickly this acts, and the mood that he is likely to be in when he >> awakens... > > Ak'hasta blinks a couple times, then looks up at Argent. His eyes > narrow coldly. "I take it the knockout drug had something to due > with your considering me a threat to your `virtue?'" he asks > sarcastically. "You realize, you *could* have always just asked me > to stop, but I got the impression you were enjoying yourself. Or was > that all a game to get me into your power for one more betrayal?' Argent shakes her head... "If I was worried about my virtue do you think you would have awoken alone with me, unbound, in a bathing chamber?" She begins to strip off her armour, discarding the leathers which are beyond repair, and cleaning off the odd chain mail. "Drisonel will note your disappearance, and have her mages start looking... They'll find they can't scry out what happened at the scene of our fight, due to some odd magical interference... They'll be able to get glimpses of me carrying your body away... but won't be able to tell if you are dead or unconcious. And several blocks from this place, we vanished from their ability to scry again." > Without outwardly shifting, Ak'hasta carefully tenses each muscle, > feeling for any residual effects of the drug. He relaxes slightly on > feeling one dagger up his sleeve, but makes no move to pull it out > as he waits for her answer. Argent finishes cleaning her armour and her sword, leaving both next to his swords on a bench. She moves to the edge of the bathing pool, her back to him. "I am going to have to go out there and convince my allies that I know what I'm doing in trusting you... and I would rather not do it smelling like a slaughterhouse." She strips out of the remainder of her clothing, and steps into the bathing pool, trying not to blush. She begins to soap herself off, the water coming away red at first. =========================== Date: Wed, 16 Jul 1997 06:18:21 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE: Regrouping On Wed, 16 Jul 1997 06:13:50 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000474 "P. Campbell" said: On Wed, 16 Jul 1997, caprice wrote: > Argent shakes her head... "If I was worried about my virtue do you > think you would have awoken alone with me, unbound, in a bathing > chamber?" If Ak'hasta blushes, there is no way to tell with his skin tone. > She begins to strip off her armour, discarding the leathers which > are beyond repair, and cleaning off the odd chain mail. "Drisonel > will note your disappearance, and have her mages start looking... > They'll find they can't scry out what happened at the scene of our > fight, due to some odd magical interference... They'll be able to > get glimpses of me carrying your body away... but won't be able to > tell if you are dead or unconcious. And several blocks from this > place, we vanished from their ability to scry again." Ak'hasta watches Argent closely, becoming a bit more relaxed as her armor comes off without revealing any additional weapons. Basically, he's as paranoid as any drow would be with one who, not long before, was considered a treacherous enemy. > Argent finishes cleaning her armour and her sword, leaving both next > to his swords on a bench. She moves to the edge of the bathing pool, > her back to him. "I am going to have to go out there and convince my > allies that I know what I'm doing in trusting you... and I would > rather not do it smelling like a slaughterhouse." She strips out of > the remainder of her clothing, and steps into the bathing pool, > trying not to blush. She begins to soap herself off, the water > coming away red at first. Ak'hasta rises and stretches, feeling every ache and muscle strain from the past hourse of fighting. As immodest as years of training among female drow can make him, he carefully strips off and cleans his armor, than carefully removes his tunic and undergarments. `Warm water seems like an awfully good idea right now. I take it you don't mind if I join you?' Without waiting for a reply, he dives into the pool, momentarily disappearing beneath the surface ... And reappearing directly behind Argent, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. `So,' he asks teasingly, `you have decided to trust me?' > effect he'd still feel from the drug is a dry mouth.> - Xzerrion =========================== Date: Wed, 16 Jul 1997 06:48:15 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE: Regrouping On Wed, 16 Jul 1997 10:14:28 -0400 (EDT), in Message # 00000475 caprice said: On Wed, 16 Jul 1997, P. Campbell wrote: > On Wed, 16 Jul 1997, caprice wrote: > >> Argent finishes cleaning her armour and her sword, leaving both >> next to his swords on a bench. She moves to the edge of the bathing >> pool, her back to him. "I am going to have to go out there and >> convince my allies that I know what I'm doing in trusting you... >> and I would rather not do it smelling like a slaughterhouse." She >> strips out of the remainder of her clothing, and steps into the >> bathing pool, trying not to blush. She begins to soap herself off, >> the water coming away red at first. > > > Ak'hasta rises and stretches, feeling every ache and muscle strain > from the past hourse of fighting. As immodest as years of training > among female drow can make him, he carefully strips off and cleans > his armor, than carefully removes his tunic and undergarments. `Warm > water seems like an awfully good idea right now. I take it you don't > mind if I join you?' Without waiting for a reply, he dives into the > pool, momentarily disappearing beneath the surface ... > > And reappearing directly behind Argent, wrapping his arms around her > shoulders. `So,' he asks teasingly, `you have decided to trust me?' Argent's pale skin unfortunately does show a blush. "Yes..." She leans back against Ak'hasta, her own tone becoming teasing, "Though I notice you're still armed..." >> > effect he'd still feel from the drug is a dry mouth.> > =========================== Date: Wed, 16 Jul 1997 15:33:48 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE: Regrouping On Wed, 16 Jul 1997 15:19:02 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000477 "P. Campbell" said: On Wed, 16 Jul 1997, caprice wrote: > Argent's pale skin unfortunately does show a blush. "Yes..." She > leans back against Ak'hasta, her own tone becoming teasing, "Though > I notice you're still armed..." He delivers a slow caress, not quite brushing against any intimate areas, but close enough to demonstrate that his agility is useful for more than just combat. Pulling her back against his almost hairless elven chest and softly kissing the back of Argent's throat, he murmurs, `A true weaponsmaster is never unarmed.' > silver and grey... no more livery for Ak'hasta. > - Xzerrion =========================== Date: Wed, 16 Jul 1997 15:48:34 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE: Regrouping On Wed, 16 Jul 1997 15:37:50 PDT, in Message # 00000478 "Caprice Davis" said: Quoth Xzerrion: >He delivers a slow caress, not quite brushing against any intimate >areas, but close enough to demonstrate that his agility is useful for >more than just combat. Pulling her back against his almost hairless >elven chest and softly kissing the back of Argent's throat, he >murmurs, `A true weaponsmaster is never unarmed.' Argent shivers in pleasure, her head tilting back to expose more of her throat, her eyes closing in pure extacy. A soft whispered 'yes' escaped her barely parted lips as she yeilded to the touch of his hands, to the unknown sensations. Argent had to swallow hard to find her voice again. "I... I want you, Ak'hasta..." Her voice was timid, uncertain... a side of Argent he hadn't seen before, a far cry from the hard, confident mercenary. >these two? :) > =========================== Date: Wed, 16 Jul 1997 16:48:46 -0700 (PDT) Subject: The high Price of Medical Care On Wed, 16 Jul 1997 16:44:44 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000480 fuzzy said: Dorn having finally rebuilt himself, after almost being destroyed trying to follow Caprice on that rescue mission. Checks in with Fuzzy. \#Dorn, Locate a good place for an aid station.#\ The Bale-Hound, Checks in, having delivered all requested weapons. \#Bale-Hound, Streacher Duty, Sub-divide as Needed, Link to Dorn for Location, and Monitor Remotes for Triage.#\ Fuzzy Gestures to Dris's Brother, Medically he will be fine when he wakes-up, however I suspect he will need some Trauma Counselling. After Cheching that Buffy has dealt with all of the Urgent care Cases here, and waiting for Dorn to Find a good Location. \#Lord Fuzzy, I have Found a Secure Solid Basement at this {} Location, And alerted the Streacher Systems.#\ \#Pyewackett, See what Sillyness you taught Nemisis...#\ Fuzzy and All of the Nemisis Splits relocate to the Chosen Basement, The basement is rapidly madeover onto a Medical Center and as each Wounded person is brought in any Mind Controls or Binding Spells are Broken and The Rules are explained... "Lord Fuzzy has Declared The Peace of Arms here, Make no hostile actions and you will be healed and protected, Violate the Terms of this Peace and The Wardens will Deal with you at once." The Streacher Systems will bring anything that can be saved, Most critical first. The Monitor Remotes and Streacher Teams Will dispose of Undead and pieces of Undead that they find. A wounded person is found, by a Monitor remote His leg is partially crushed the a part of a fallen building The Monitor Remote Stops the Bleeding and starts treatment for shock A Streacher Team arrives and stabalizes the Pile of stone while disolving the specific stones trapping the Leg, then flows under and reforms as a Streacher with legs to carry the Indiviual to the Medical Station. The Disolved Stone is fashioned into More Streacher Teams and Monitor Remotes. As soon as the Person is Awake the Rules are Given, The leg will be repaired and any other wounds dealt with, This Case will take 2 to 3 hours. Clarification: \...\ Telepathic \#...#\ Telepathic Feline Mode #...# Feline Commen Tongue (Nearly 1/2 Telepathic and Mostly Body Language) Tha People on the Mini-Lens Linkage can hear first two and understand the third. ttfn Fuzzy =========================== Date: Wed, 16 Jul 1997 17:18:19 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: The high Price of Medical Care On Wed, 16 Jul 1997 19:11:58 -0500, in Message # 00000482 Michael Jon Knight said: >On Wed, 16 Jul 1997 16:44:44 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000480 > fuzzy said: >\#Lord Fuzzy, I have Found a Secure Solid Basement at this {} >Location, And alerted the Streacher Systems.#\ > >\#Pyewackett, See what Sillyness you taught Nemisis...#\ Pyewackett rolls over onto his other side and stretches. He yawns and looks around with half open eyes. /#Moi? Thought that was your doing...#/ --Pyewackett =========================== Date: Wed, 16 Jul 1997 17:33:31 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Aae-Wrapping things up. (fwd) On Wed, 16 Jul 1997 17:55:39 -0700 (MST), in Message # 00000483 gamer@host.yab.com said: OK, I screwed this up last night, let's try it again! ;-) ---------- Forwarded message ---------- Date: Tue, 15 Jul 1997 20:26:45 -0700 (MST) To: caol@modsvarious.com Subject: Aae-Wrapping things up. The battle has turned heavily in favor of the Rebels. The pilot of the hatchetman ejects form his crippled Mech, only to die on impact as he falls wrong and breaks his neck. The Scorpion is besieged from above and below, the mech's weakeness of light underbelly armor and an inability of attackign anythign below it is quicky found adn the mech neutralized. Bonfires are started in major intersections, adn technological devices are being tossed into them as fast as possible. Inside the flames batteries pop and explode, plastics and metals alike melt into slag and the "evil magics" are released. Some soldiers still hold out for the fight, believing that help is coming, either in the form of Drisonel or Darath, but things are looking grim for the Imperialists. Celebrations are now breaking out, looking like huge melees themselves. The prisoners in the Gaol are released, and the building itself is set ablaze, as are homes and offices of major governmental officials already dead. High atop a rooftop, Blacky sits and watches the sight, alone in his thoughts. Seeing a taste of the freedom he has fought so long for, and seeing its price. He looks out over the walls and can see that sunrise will be only a few hours away, and for the first time in decades, the people of Dibis will feel the sun upon their faces without risk of a sword at their throats. Kuri-neko returns to the training room, now dressed in black silk robes with gold embroidery. She looks at Buffy attending the wounded and scowls, and is about to say something, when one of the trainees runs into the room, a small figure in his amrs with a drow arrow sticking out of his gut. Kuri shrieks, "You see what happens every time you sneak out you worthless piece of gutter filth??? EVERYtime, you come back and I need to fix you up. Can't you come back on your own power just ONCE? NO!!! EVERY time, you coem back and I have to woder if you're dead! One of these times I won't bother to..." The trainee sets Iasun down on the floor in a corner where Kuri hovers over him, chastizing him and stripping off his clothing to get to the wound. Buffy comes over to check on Iasun only to be blocked by Kuri. "No! he is MINE! I treat! I heal! I don't know you, I'm not about to let you touch him! Try and die!!" and to emphesise her point, a long thin stilleto appears in her hand from under her robes. without waitng for an answer, she returns her attention to Iasun. "You've really gone and done it this time you old fool. Drow poison is nothing to be laughed at and you had to go get a pretty damn decend dose now DIDN'T you? You just couldn't go and make this easy on me COULD you?? COULD YOU???" She's screaming by now, sounding quite furious, but the tears dripping down her cheeks betray her true fear. She whispers so silently that only the finest tuned of hears can detect it, "don't die on me Iasun. don't die. I love you so much. Don't die, please..." She goes running over to the bag of herbs, grabs her Mortar adn Pestel and runs back to Iasun to do her best. From the doorway of the Tavern, Driss can just barely see the first rays of dawn sliding across the ocean. He pushes the door open and takes a seat at one fo the tables. Throwing a gold coin to the innkeeper, he orders him to keep bringing the finiest ale until that runs out. Driss is on his third when an old man finally enters the tavern and sits down at the table with Driss. Driss looks up from his tankard at the man. The old man's age is impossible to guess, btu ancient at the very least, yet behind those eyes can be seen non of the dull wits that often accompany the elderly, but instead the sparkle of a young child. "I'm glad you came. I wasn't really sure you would, and never expected you so quickly.." The man gives out a chuckle and lays a knarled old walking stick on the table and retirieves the mug offered him from the Innkeepre's hands. "It's not every day that one is summoned to speak with the God of Thieves, expecially not the Incarnation of Magi." Driss looks shocked, but only for a moment, "That is in my past. I come from a time when I have given up that power. And right now I really could use a bit of it. But I rememebred you from so many years ago in Athenos. I knew I could count on you to help if I could get you to see me. You are a good man Gregorian. I wish I could be half the man you were." Gegorian sips the amber liquor in his mug, "You speak of me in the past-tense. I take it this time you speak of is from after the end of the age." Shock registers much long this time, replaced finally with guilt and shame. "Yeh, I should have figured you'd know about that." Gregorian Smiles. "My God tells me many things about many times. But what is it in this time that can intrest a God from the future?" "I told you. Ex-God. And My need is pure and simple. Revenge. But I need your help to complete it. Hear me out before you pass judgement, this si what I need from you..." OK, did I say wrapping things up? how about adding new loose ends?? hehehehehe =========================== Date: Wed, 16 Jul 1997 17:35:11 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: The high Price of Medical Care On Wed, 16 Jul 1997 17:33:03 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000484 fuzzy said: On Wed, 16 Jul 1997, Michael Jon Knight wrote: > On Wed, 16 Jul 1997 19:11:58 -0500, in Message # 00000482 > Michael Jon Knight said: > >>On Wed, 16 Jul 1997 16:44:44 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000480 >> fuzzy said: > >>\#Lord Fuzzy, I have Found a Secure Solid Basement at this {} >>Location, And alerted the Streacher Systems.#\ >> >>\#Pyewackett, See what Sillyness you taught Nemisis...#\ > > Pyewackett rolls over onto his other side and stretches. He yawns > and looks around with half open eyes. > > /#Moi? Thought that was your doing...#/ \#Nemisis Knew you were a Lord, But was not told to call me any such thing, She picked it up from you and her learning systems decided 'If a Known Lord address's someone else as a Lord then That Person must be a Lord as well' Yes Nemisis is quite able to learn, Incidently Acsending Order Instructions Commands Priority 2 Commands Priority 1 Commands Instructions can be overridden by any friend, or Nemisis Commands Can be overridden by Fuzzy, or any friend If Nemisis agrees, or Nemisis Priority 2 Commands Can be overridden by Fuzzy, or Nemisis Priority 1 Commands Can be overridden by Fuzzy if Nemisis agrees, or Nemisis People Nemisis Knows to be Friends can Give up to Priority 2 Commands.#\ ttfn Fuzzy =========================== Date: Wed, 16 Jul 1997 18:34:40 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: The high Price of Medical Care On Wed, 16 Jul 1997 20:21:32 -0500, in Message # 00000486 Michael Jon Knight said: >On Wed, 16 Jul 1997 17:33:03 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000484 > fuzzy said: > >\#Nemisis Knew you were a Lord, But was not told to call me any such > thing, She picked it up from you and her learning systems decided > 'If a Known Lord address's someone else as a Lord then That Person > must be a Lord as well' Yes Nemisis is quite able to learn, Pyewackett yawns again. /#Ok, I'll fix it. Nemisis, only Lords are addressed as Lords. Lord Fuzzy is not a Lord.#/ Pyewackett stretches again and falls asleep. --Pyewackett =========================== Date: Wed, 16 Jul 1997 22:18:16 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE: Regrouping On Wed, 16 Jul 1997 22:05:22 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000489 "P. Campbell" said: On Wed, 16 Jul 1997, Caprice Davis wrote: > Argent shivers in pleasure, her head tilting back to expose more of > her throat, her eyes closing in pure extacy. A soft whispered 'yes' > escaped her barely parted lips as she yeilded to the touch of his > hands, to the unknown sensations. Ak'hasta's arms hold Argent's back to him, limiting her ability to stimulate him in turn as he runs his hands over her moist body, biting softly at her neck and throat. > Argent had to swallow hard to find her voice again. "I... I want > you, Ak'hasta..." Her voice was timid, uncertain... a side of Argent > he hadn't seen before, a far cry from the hard, confident mercenary. At her words, Ak'hasta's arms tighten around her, his hands shifting upwards to cup her breasts as he kisses Argent's upturned lips. `Yes ...,' he sighs, `we can forget about the battles for a time, in here ...' >> these two? :) > > > pound on the door... after all, she vanished in here carrying the > body of some unknown person.> - Xzerrion =========================== Date: Thu, 17 Jul 1997 07:32:59 -0400 (EDT) Subject: Re: AAE: Regrouping (fwd) First message got bounced... resending. ---------- Forwarded message ---------- Date: Thu, 17 Jul 1997 07:03:20 -0400 (EDT) From: caprice Subject: Re: AAE: Regrouping On Wed, 16 Jul 1997, P. Campbell wrote: > At her words, Ak'hasta's arms tighten around her, his hands shifting > upwards to cup her breasts as he kisses Argent's upturned lips. > > `Yes ...,' he sighs, `we can forget about the battles for a time, in > here ...' Argent returned the kiss passionately, with growing skill. Her nipples grew taunt under his touch. She shivered, despite the heat of the bath. "Teach me," she whispered, "I've never...." She blushed crimson, unable to continue the confession. > turning the whole CAoL bright red if we work at it. > =========================== Date: Thu, 17 Jul 1997 12:33:57 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE: Regrouping (fwd) On Thu, 17 Jul 1997 12:22:01 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000492 "P. Campbell" said: On Thu, 17 Jul 1997, caprice wrote: > Argent returned the kiss passionately, with growing skill. Her > nipples grew taunt under his touch. She shivered, despite the heat > of the bath. > "Teach me," she whispered, "I've never...." She blushed crimson, > unable to continue the confession. Ak'hasta momentarily broke off the kiss, turning Argent to face him, and gazing into her eyes. `Trust yourself. You already know more than many of the drow, in that your actions are born of true emotion, rather than a momentary desire.' He embraces her, holding her tightly against him. - Xzerrion =========================== Date: Thu, 17 Jul 1997 13:20:24 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Aae-Taking back Dibis On Thu, 17 Jul 1997 07:00:56, in Message # 00000495 "L.J. Wolfe" said: >On Wed, 16 Jul 1997 17:55:39 -0700 (MST), in Message # 00000483 > gamer@host.yab.com said: > > Bonfires are started in major intersections, adn technological >devices are being tossed into them as fast as possible. Inside the >flames batteries pop and explode, plastics and metals alike melt into >slag and the "evil magics" are released. (OOC: I know Roland had something in mind for taking out that golem - he can insert it, I suppose .) > Some soldiers still hold out for the fight, believing that help is >coming, either in the form of Drisonel or Darath, but things are >looking grim for the Imperialists. Celebrations are now breaking out, >looking like huge melees themselves. The prisoners in the Gaol are >released, and the building itself is set ablaze, as are homes and >offices of major governmental officials already dead. The Callahanians still on the outside watch the welcome change in the nature of the <_small_ "c" ;-)> chaos, relaying images to those in the Guildhall. As they watch, they notice a rather large group heading toward them. They look like rebels, but they're shouting and brandishing weapons. As the group gets closer, what they're shouting can finally be made out. "Blaze!" "Blaze!" "Blaze!" The Callahanians look at the Freelance Immortal, who is no doubt blushing deeply. The crowd sweeps up the blue-and-gold clad figure, carrying him off on their shoulders in triumph. Morgan smiles at Sil. "When Wonder Boy there makes himself a target, he _really_ makes himself a target." Morgan feels a nuze at each hand, and scratches Cutter and Leetah's ears in greeting. "Come on, gang. We'd better go keep an eye on the Hero of Dibis. He may want our help getting himself out of this." Morgan /|\ =========================== Date: Thu, 17 Jul 1997 15:20:25 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: The high Price of Medical Care On Thu, 17 Jul 1997 15:09:32 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000497 fuzzy said: The Medical Center has been growing slowly as Wounded are brought in, And is now a 5000 bed hospital, in a geodesic dome shaped Neutral Gray Building, The Rubble that used to be the Building over this Basement was used as the construction matterial, (Actually it is a sphear But the othe half doesn't show, 4 Stories tall with a triangular turret at the top, Each corner of the Turret has a weapon based on Fuzzy's latest mistake in a swivel-mount. =========================== Date: Thu, 17 Jul 1997 18:18:43 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE: Regrouping (fwd) On Thu, 17 Jul 1997 21:12:43 -0400, in Message # 00000499 Caprice said: At 12:33 PM 7/17/97 -0700, Xzerrion wrote: >could end up with a pair of half-drowned lovers. *grin* > >Ak'hasta momentarily broke off the kiss, turning Argent to face him, >and gazing into her eyes. `Trust yourself. You already know more than >many of the drow, in that your actions are born of true emotion, >rather than a momentary desire.' He embraces her, holding her tightly >against him. Argent nuzzles at his throat, clinging tightly to him as her hands caress his back and sides slight. Her voice is a harsh whisper, choked with emotion. "I... I love you... you don't know how hard that is to say... but... I love you, Ak'hasta..." -- This is not the .sig you are looking for. Move Along... Move Along... - The old Jedi .sig trick =========================== Date: Thu, 17 Jul 1997 18:49:07 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: Aae-Taking back Dibis On Thu, 17 Jul 97 21:48:38 +0100, in Message # 00000500 Roland X said: >On Wed, 16 Jul 1997 00:30:49 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000472 > "P. Campbell" said: > >Having an interesting thought, Xzerrion darts forward, delivering a >slashing blow with Frostbite. The water freezes along the trace of >his cut, forming a slowly broadening crack. Seeing the effectiveness >of this, Xzerrion sends, <* Somebody freeze this thing! With all the >water soaking in, that should send it to a million pieces. *> Roland shudders at the memory of Gaunt's death - fear filling him, his rage and despair. /Never again,/ he thinks fiercely, probing the creature for signs of sentient thought. Like Sil, though, the real animating force is a spirit-the true elemental within will simply return home, free of its geas, once this body is destroyed. Blaze smiles coolly. *Cold you want? Cold you get,* he sends, his eyes glowing a pale blue. *To learn to summon heat is to know how to dispel it,* he explains, the water quickly freezing into every crack, Morgan's rain-cyclone filling the gaps further with water that freezes upon contact. The behemoth staggers, crumbling slowly as it becomes brittle. Almost gently, Blaze summons his TK powers, breaking the elemental apart. Its form natural earth once more, the former elemental slides easily down the 'funnel' of TK that Blaze has created, becoming a simple mound. The crowd cheers as the last of Darath's enforcers falls, literally broken. >On Thu, 17 Jul 1997 07:00:56, in Message # 00000495 > "L.J. Wolfe" said: > >>On Wed, 16 Jul 1997 17:55:39 -0700 (MST), in Message # 00000483 >> gamer@host.yab.com said: >> >> Some soldiers still hold out for the fight, believing that help is >>coming, either in the form of Drisonel or Darath, but things are >>looking grim for the Imperialists. Celebrations are now breaking >>out, looking like huge melees themselves. The prisoners in the Gaol >>are released, and the building itself is set ablaze, as are homes >>and offices of major governmental officials already dead. Blaze lowers himself to the ground, his form still glowing, but not to match the smile on Roland's face. /How could I have ever thought to abandon these people? This is my path. I took it gladly, and I walk it with pride./ His thoughts travel the psi-web, making quick and reassuring contact with each Callahanian. He frowns briefly with the absence of the Lensdragon, but has confidence in his friend's skill and power. >The Callahanians still on the outside watch the welcome change in the >nature of the <_small_ "c" ;-)> chaos, relaying images to those in >the Guildhall. As they watch, they notice a rather large group >heading toward them. They look like rebels, but they're shouting and >brandishing weapons. > >As the group gets closer, what they're shouting can finally be made >out. > >"Blaze!" "Blaze!" "Blaze!" "WHAT?!" Blaze's eyes bug out-a sight mercifully hidden from the crowd by his helmet, but easily seen by the Companions through Roland's own reflection in the visor. >The Callahanians look at the Freelance Immortal, who is no doubt >blushing deeply. Good guess. >The crowd sweeps up the blue-and-gold clad figure, carrying him off >on their shoulders in triumph. Morgan smiles at Sil. Roland looks about frantically, finally finding Morgan and Sil watching bemusedly. His wide-eyed plea for help... ...well... >"When Wonder Boy there makes himself a target, he _really_ makes >himself a target." "Not what he had in mind, I'm sure," Sil says dryly, folding in both wings and chaingun, "but it'll do the trick, all right. He'll be soooo glad." The Phoenix-shard almost giggles at the thought. >Morgan feels a nuze at each hand, and scratches Cutter and Leetah's >ears in greeting. "Come on, gang. We'd better go keep an eye on the >Hero of Dibis. He may want our help getting himself out of this." *Thank the Light for secret identities!* Roland sends even as his efforts to maintain the cool facade begin to crumble. *I wanted to get the _villains_ to concentrate on me, not the rebels! HELP!* =========================== Date: Thu, 17 Jul 1997 19:33:51 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: Aae-Taking back Dibis On Thu, 17 Jul 1997 21:16:47 -0500, in Message # 00000501 Michael Jon Knight said: >On Thu, 17 Jul 97 21:48:38 +0100, in Message # 00000500 > Roland X said: > > *Cold you want? Cold you get,* he sends, his eyes >glowing a pale blue. *To learn to summon heat is to >know how to dispel it,* he explains, the water quickly >freezing into every crack, Morgan's rain-cyclone >filling the gaps further with water that freezes upon >contact. The behemoth staggers, crumbling slowly as it >becomes brittle. Almost gently, Blaze summons his TK >powers, breaking the elemental apart. Its form natural >earth once more, the former elemental slides easily >down the 'funnel' of TK that Blaze has created, be- >coming a simple mound. Knytt smiles, the non-harmful solution far more to her liking than dropping the creature into a volcano. She deactivares the gate she had intended to use with the golem. >>On Thu, 17 Jul 1997 07:00:56, in Message # 00000495 >> "L.J. Wolfe" said: >> >>>On Wed, 16 Jul 1997 17:55:39 -0700 (MST), in Message # 00000483 >>> gamer@host.yab.com said: >>> >>> Some soldiers still hold out for the fight, believing that help is >>>coming, either in the form of Drisonel or Darath, but things are >>>looking grim for the Imperialists. Celebrations are now breaking >>>out, looking like huge melees themselves. The prisoners in the Gaol >>>are released, and the building itself is set ablaze, as are homes >>>and offices of major governmental officials already dead. /Hope they don't get too excited...liable to burn the whole place down if they aren't careful./ > Blaze lowers himself to the ground, his form still >glowing, but not to match the smile on Roland's face. >/How could I have ever thought to abandon these people? >This is my path. I took it gladly, and I walk it with >pride./ His thoughts travel the psi-web, making quick >and reassuring contact with each Callahanian. He frowns >briefly with the absence of the Lensdragon, but has >confidence in his friend's skill and power. /You're human. It happens./ >>The Callahanians still on the outside watch the welcome change in >>the nature of the <_small_ "c" ;-)> chaos, relaying images to those >>in the Guildhall. As they watch, they notice a rather large group >>heading toward them. They look like rebels, but they're shouting and >>brandishing weapons. >> >>As the group gets closer, what they're shouting can finally be made >>out. >> >>"Blaze!" "Blaze!" "Blaze!" Knytt grins. >>"When Wonder Boy there makes himself a target, he _really_ makes >>himself a target." > > "Not what he had in mind, I'm sure," Sil says dryly, >folding in both wings and chaingun, "but it'll do the >trick, all right. He'll be soooo glad." The Phoenix- >shard almost giggles at the thought. "I think he's realizing he got carried away," Knytt says, grinning. >>Morgan feels a nuze at each hand, and scratches Cutter and Leetah's >>ears in greeting. "Come on, gang. We'd better go keep an eye on the >>Hero of Dibis. He may want our help getting himself out of this." > > *Thank the Light for secret identities!* Roland >sends even as his efforts to maintain the cool facade >begin to crumble. *I wanted to get the _villains_ >to concentrate on me, not the rebels! HELP!* "I call dibs on the Blaze T-shirt franchise," Knytt says with a wink. --Knytt =========================== Date: Thu, 17 Jul 1997 20:03:26 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: Aae-Taking back Dibis On Thu, 17 Jul 1997 19:59:28 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000502 "P. Campbell" said: On Thu, 17 Jul 1997, Roland X wrote: > *Thank the Light for secret identities!* Roland > sends even as his efforts to maintain the cool facade > begin to crumble. *I wanted to get the _villains_ > to concentrate on me, not the rebels! HELP!* Xzerrion dryly sends through the link, <* Hail king Roland I. *> - Xzerrion =========================== Date: Thu, 17 Jul 1997 20:18:40 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE: Regrouping (fwd) On Thu, 17 Jul 1997 20:05:18 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000503 "P. Campbell" said: On Thu, 17 Jul 1997, Caprice wrote: > Argent nuzzles at his throat, clinging tightly to him as her hands > caress his back and sides slight. Her voice is a harsh whisper, > choked with emotion. "I... I love you... you don't know how hard > that is to say... but... I love you, Ak'hasta..." Ak'hasta's arms tighten around her, almost crushing her against him. Love is a concept foreign to the drow, and hearing someone confess this level of feeling for him is overwhelming. Suddenly, all the barriers and detatchment built up of decades fall away, and Argent finds her shoulders and neck buried in kisses and tears of joy. - Xzerrion =========================== Date: Thu, 17 Jul 1997 20:18:49 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE: Regrouping (fwd) On Thu, 17 Jul 1997 23:11:16 -0400, in Message # 00000504 Caprice said: At 08:05 PM 7/17/97 -0700, you wrote: >Ak'hasta's arms tighten around her, almost crushing her against him. >Love is a concept foreign to the drow, and hearing someone confess >this level of feeling for him is overwhelming. Suddenly, all the >barriers and detatchment built up of decades fall away, and Argent >finds her shoulders and neck buried in kisses and tears of joy. Argent returns his attentions, kiss for kiss, tear for tear, as she touches and caresses him, assuring herself that this is real, he is here... she finds herself murmuring those precious words to him over and over. Her heart responding to him even more fully than her body does. =========================== Date: Thu, 17 Jul 1997 21:05:41 -0700 (PDT) Subject: AAE: Changing places On Thu, 17 Jul 1997 23:31:56 -0400, in Message # 00000505 Caprice said: Caprice waits to make sure that Roscoe and the others are going to be guarding the brother (Matt?). Then she slips through the passage to the actual Mercenary's guild. "Argent!" one of the others hails her, and she doesn't correct him. "When are you going to learn to stay BEHIND the shield wall?" "When you lose enough weight I can see around your bulk, Mithen!" Caprice's comment gathers some good natured laughter, at what is appearantly an old set of jibes. "Mithen... I want you and any others who can stand for a bit to talk with me.... The map room... around the sand table." "What's up Argent? We won the city!" "We've won the city... now we have to keep it. Who here hasn't dreamt of having something more than a handful of coin and a letter of recommendation when we finish a job? If we can hold onto Dibis we'll have places in the guard... Hell, well BE the guard... officers for some of us, who knows what for the others. Do you think that mob outside knows enough to hold the city?" Caprice moves to the map room where she sweeps the sand table clean, then presses a mould onto that leaves the imprint of city streets and walls, a map of Dibis. Taking out counters, and figuring up the resources they could count on, Caprice and the other strategists begin to plan... Before noon there wasn't a road in or out of the city that wasn't guarded. And by the time night fell again, fighters with any scrap of training were being organized into units to stop looting, and prepare for the inevitable counter attack... =========================== Date: Fri, 18 Jul 1997 10:19:09 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE: Regrouping (fwd) On Fri, 18 Jul 1997 10:16:09 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000509 "P. Campbell" said: On Thu, 17 Jul 1997, Caprice wrote: > Argent returns his attentions, kiss for kiss, tear for tear, as she > touches and caresses him, assuring herself that this is real, he is > here... she finds herself murmuring those precious words to him over > and over. Her heart responding to him even more fully than her body > does. Some time later ... Ak'hasta and Argent lie contentedly in each others arms at the side of the bathing pool. (No, neither of them managed to drown themselves *grin* ) Slowly, Ak'hasta returns to full consciousness, and with it comes the reality of their situation. `Beloved, we may have a problem. How do we convince your friends that I no longer am working for Drisonel? I'd really rather not have Xzerrion, Blaze, and the others drawing straws to see who gets to kill me first. All those duels can get tiring after a while, and I'm already a bit worn out.' - Xzerrion =========================== Date: Fri, 18 Jul 1997 12:03:40 -0700 (PDT) Subject: RE: Aae-Taking back Dibis On Fri, 18 Jul 1997 11:54:07 -0700, in Message # 00000512 Lorena Wolfe said: > On Thu, 17 Jul 97 21:48:38 +0100, in Message # 00000500 > Roland X said: > >>On Thu, 17 Jul 1997 07:00:56, in Message # 00000495 >> "L.J. Wolfe" said: > > Blaze lowers himself to the ground, his form still > glowing, but not to match the smile on Roland's face. > /How could I have ever thought to abandon these people? > This is my path. I took it gladly, and I walk it with > pride./ His thoughts travel the psi-web, making quick > and reassuring contact with each Callahanian. He frowns > briefly with the absence of the Lensdragon, but has > confidence in his friend's skill and power. Morgan smiles at her beloved's thoughts. His caring nature is part of why she loves him. >>As the group gets closer, what they're shouting can finally be made >>out. >> >>"Blaze!" "Blaze!" "Blaze!" > > "WHAT?!" Blaze's eyes bug out-a sight mercifully hidden > from the crowd by his helmet, but easily seen by the Com- > panions through Roland's own reflection in the visor. Morgan tries to suppress a chuckle, but then her eyes meet Sil's, and they both giggle helplessly. > *Thank the Light for secret identities!* Roland > sends even as his efforts to maintain the cool facade > begin to crumble. *I wanted to get the _villains_ > to concentrate on me, not the rebels! HELP!* Putting her arm around Sil, Morgan giggles, "Then again, if he wanted to he's _quite_ capable of extracating himself. Far be it from _me_ to interfere with his enjoying some hard-earned hero-worship." Morgan, Sil, the wolves, and (I assume) the rest of the nearby Callahanians watch as the crowd continues to heap adoration on the Freelance Immortal. Morgan /|\ http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Forum/2255/aae-home.html =========================== Date: Fri, 18 Jul 1997 18:03:30 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE: Regrouping (fwd) On Fri, 18 Jul 1997 20:56:05 -0400, in Message # 00000513 Caprice said: At 10:16 AM 7/18/97 -0700, P. Campbell wrote: >`Beloved, we may have a problem. How do we convince your friends that >I no longer am working for Drisonel? I'd really rather not have >Xzerrion, Blaze, and the others drawing straws to see who gets to >kill me first. All those duels can get tiring after a while, and I'm >already a bit worn out.' Argent plays his hair softly, "They'd have to get through myself and my double first, beloved. She will believe in you as I do... as for the others... I don't expect them to trust you, but between my double and myself, we should be able to talk them into giving you a chance..." Argent sits up, though reluctantly, and caresses his chest. "If worse comes to worse... Caprice can transport us away. We start anew, on a world where no one knows us." -- "Got to love Rock and Roll... The King wore sequins, Prince wore purple satin, and Queen was a group of guys." - Caprice =========================== Date: Fri, 18 Jul 1997 19:24:18 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE: Regrouping (fwd) On Fri, 18 Jul 1997 19:11:23 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000516 "P. Campbell" said: On Fri, 18 Jul 1997, Caprice wrote: > Argent plays his hair softly, "They'd have to get through myself and > my double first, beloved. She will believe in you as I do... as for > the others... I don't expect them to trust you, but between my > double and myself, we should be able to talk them into giving you a > chance..." Ak'hasta blinks, remembering. `So, who is this double of yours? We've never met. Though I am glad her existance makes at least two willing to trust me.' > Argent sits up, though reluctantly, and caresses his chest. "If > worse comes to worse... Caprice can transport us away. We start > anew, on a world where no one knows us." Ak'hasta rises, (um, I mean gets to his feet, for any dirty minded readers) and sighs, `We'll face that when we come to it. For now,' he pauses to take Argent's hand and kiss it, `I suppose I should meet your friends. I trust there's spare clothing somewhere about?' - Xzerrion =========================== Date: Fri, 18 Jul 1997 20:14:36 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE: Regrouping (fwd) On Fri, 18 Jul 1997 22:50:03 -0400, in Message # 00000518 Caprice said: On Fri, 18 Jul 1997 19:11:23 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000516 "P. Campbell" said: >Ak'hasta blinks, remembering. `So, who is this double of yours? We've >never met. Though I am glad her existance makes at least two willing >to trust me.' "Caprice is my double... the person I would have been if I had been born on her world... when she came here she gained my appearance, my skills, and my memories... and she'll keep them when she leaves." >Ak'hasta rises, (um, I mean gets to his feet, for any dirty minded >readers) and sighs, `We'll face that when we come to it. For now,' he >pauses to take Argent's hand and kiss it, `I suppose I should meet >your friends. I trust there's spare clothing somewhere about?' Argent smiles. "The pack, dear heart... changes for us both." She gets to her feet, getting dressed in her usual grey leathers and chainmail. There's also a set of clothing for Ak'hasta, in matching greys. (OOC: Make it whatever his usual outfit is, but in grey and silver. :) ) =========================== Date: Fri, 18 Jul 1997 20:14:56 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: Aae-Taking back Dibis On Fri, 18 Jul 97 23:07:48 +0100, in Message # 00000520 Roland X said: >On Thu, 17 Jul 1997 19:59:28 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000502 > "P. Campbell" said: >Xzerrion dryly sends through the link, <* Hail king Roland I. *> *Oh thank you,* Roland sends back with equal dryness. >On Thu, 17 Jul 1997 21:16:47 -0500, in Message # 00000501 > Michael Jon Knight said: >"I call dibs on the Blaze T-shirt franchise," Knytt says with a wink. *Oy! Next time, I _stay_ invisible! And that's copyright infringement. Though,* Roland sends, considering his predicament with a shudder, *getting me out of this would put you in prime negotiating position.* >Putting her arm around Sil, Morgan giggles, "Then again, if he wanted >to he's _quite_ capable of extracating himself. Far be it from _me_ >to interfere with his enjoying some hard-earned hero-worship." "Now all he has to do is figure that out," Sil replies, putting her arm around Morgan. "Besides, it's a nice view of the party, don't you think?" >Morgan, Sil, the wolves, and (I assume) the rest of the nearby >Callahanians watch as the crowd continues to heap adoration on the >Freelance Immortal. *You're all off my Christmas card list,* Roland sends with a sigh. *Okay, I do this myself.* /Only if I teleport away, they'll freak, if I give another speech, I'm in even deeper kim-chee one way or the other-unless.../ Carefully, almost gently, Blaze floats out of the hands of his fan club. "Your praise is kind, but not deserved. YOU won this day. It is your world, and your freedom. And for now, I must leave...but I will not go far." "But how will we stand against Darath and his golem?" one of the crowd members cries out, and many voices shout their agreement. "Darath is all but undone, and the golem...will be dealt with," Blaze says, his eyes narrowing beneath the helmet. /Oh yeah, the Controller and I have unfinished business past counting.../ "Only remember this: they may take your lives, but so long as you defy them, they can never take your freedom!" And with that, Blaze surrounds himself in a bright light...and appears at Morgan's side, wearing his 'normal' clothes. His armor has wound itself into a new Flash ring on his other hand. *With apologies to William Wallace,* Roland sends to the psi-web. *Remind me to thank you two,* he adds to Morgan and Sil, smiling sardonically. *Back to business,* he sends with relief. *Knytt, any word on your plan to use the nanites in your sword to 'mark' the populace for dimensional shifting?* =========================== Date: Fri, 18 Jul 1997 20:15:19 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Aae-rejoicing and rebirth. On Fri, 18 Jul 1997 20:11:12 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000522 fuzzy said: This is what I found in the Archives. [from gamer] Subject: Aae-rejoicing and rebirth. Kuri-Neko furiously works at her herbs, spreading globs of salve around the wound where she extracted the arrow from Iasun. But he is so still, so silent. even the barbed arrow being remvoed elicits no response from him. Her greif is too far gone for words to even come to her anymore. Finally she collapses on Iasun's chest, bawling like a child and grieving his loss. A hand barely touches her hair and she instictively reacts, rising and spinning around into a combat stance, but finds no one there. Looking down at Iasun, she sees a faint thin smile cross his lips. "And here if I didn't know better, I'd think you missed me." he whispers hoarsely before closing his eyes again and slipping back into unconciousness. Kuri wiped away teh remenents of her tears and re-compsed herself, turnign to scowl at the trainee still in the room. "He'll live, take him to our room and be quick about it or I'll give you a thrashing that will make this morning's workout seem gentle!!!" He just nods, picks up the halfling and rushes out of the room. Kuri leaves quickly afterwards to go watch over Iasun. Blacky watched on like an angel on high looking down to the earth. He felt like a spirit. Detatched. Despite the role he had played, he felt no fofilment (whatever!) from the capture of the city, adn could not bring himself to join the others in their revelry. He had begun this fight, not for freedo, not for righteousness, but for a much more selfish reason, to do the impossible and kill Darath the Black. And yet, he still had not slain this man.He became sidetracked. He let himself become too complacent, too settled. But things inside him would not be settled until he accomplished this last final mission. Grabbing a gold Dagger and a couple gold crossbow bolts, Black's lithe form made tis way through the long early morning shadows, up the city wall, over and gone without a single witness. He headed West, towards Misern adn Darath the Black. Inside the tavern, Driss and gregorian continue to plot under hushed tones until nearly midday when Driss goes from some well deserved sleep. =========================== Date: Fri, 18 Jul 1997 23:03:35 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Aae-Dawn in Dibis On Fri, 18 Jul 1997 22:52:09, in Message # 00000523 "L.J. Wolfe" said: >On Fri, 18 Jul 97 23:07:48 +0100, in Message # 00000520 > Roland X said: > >>On Fri, 18 Jul 1997 11:54:07 -0700, in Message # 00000512 >> Lorena Wolfe said: >> >>Morgan, Sil, the wolves, and (I assume) the rest of the nearby >>Callahanians watch as the crowd continues to heap adoration on the >>Freelance Immortal. > > *You're all off my Christmas card list,* Roland sends >with a sigh. *Okay, I do this myself.* <*Well, and how would it look if a bunch of outsiders came and "took away" their hero? "Blaze, dear, it's time to come home now." Yeah, right.*> Morgan's giggles have died down, but the merriment in her voice is still unmistakable. > "Only remember this: they may take your lives, but so >long as you defy them, they can never take your freedom!" > And with that, Blaze surrounds himself in a bright >light...and appears at Morgan's side, wearing his 'normal' >clothes. His armor has wound itself into a new Flash ring >on his other hand. > *With apologies to William Wallace,* Roland sends to >the psi-web. *Remind me to thank you two,* he adds to >Morgan and Sil, smiling sardonically. Morgan and Sil look at Roland with nearly identical wide-eyed innocent expressions, body language virtually screaming, "Who, _us_?" They both move to hug him, then Sil hangs back and lets Morgan go ahead. "Ah dinna ken Wallace wo' mind," Morgan says, kissing Roland. They look into each others eyes, and the new-found love that had briefly taken a back seat to winning the battle came flooding back. They kissed again, the loving, lingering kiss of lovers long separated. > *Back to business,* he sends with relief. *Knytt, any >word on your plan to use the nanites in your sword to >'mark' the populace for dimensional shifting?* <*Can we discuss this back at the Guild?*> Morgan asks suddenly. <*It just hit me that we haven't all been in the same place at the same time since that little room under the tavern in Zag(*). It would feel real good to see everyone together again. Besides,*> she snuggles into Roland's embrace, <*I think we could all use a little well-deserved down time.*> Morgan /|\ (*)OOC: OK, I realize that we _might_ have all been together after breaking out of the Zag jail and fighting DtB, and before Gaunt nabbed Morgan, but if we were it was _very_ brief. =========================== Date: Sat, 19 Jul 1997 02:48:31 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: Aae-Dawn in Dibis On Sat, 19 Jul 1997 02:35:44 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000524 fuzzy said: > On Fri, 18 Jul 1997 22:52:09, in Message # 00000523 > "L.J. Wolfe" said: [snip] > <*Can we discuss this back at the Guild?*> Morgan asks suddenly. > <*It just hit me that we haven't all been in the same place at the > same time since that little room under the tavern in Zag(*). It > would feel real good to see everyone together again. Besides,*> she > snuggles into Roland's embrace, <*I think we could all use a little > well-deserved down time.*> \Feels that way to me as well, I will be delayed for a short while. I have to find out what Nemisis thought She was doing building a Ultra-Tech Hospital in low tech realm. I also need to check her current mass and just how many streacher teams she has out. I just found out about the Hospital and Replicating Streacher Teams as I came up stairs.\ ttfn Fuzzy =========================== Date: Sat, 19 Jul 1997 07:18:43 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Aae-rumble in Misern. On Sat, 19 Jul 1997 07:11:21 -0700 (MST), in Message # 00000526 gamer@host.yab.com said: The Conrtroller goes stalking through the many corridors and halls of the castle towards the chapel area where his quarry lies. Opening up the massive wooden door, he finds Darath the Black dozing in a prostrate possition before a gigantic solid silver moon with a picture of a throne carved into it. "Wake up, I have returned and I need use of your before teh sun finishes rising." He says harshly, a metal foot shoving Darath onto his side. Darath jerks around in alarm before noticing The Controller's matte black body there before him. Under his helm, a smile formed. "Why of COURSE golem, please, I know you are not a believer in the power of Darath so let us leave to the throne room to discuss what I may do for my wonderful advisor and freind." The Controller mentally rolls his eyes, then waves for Darath the Black to lead the way. The Throne Room was on the way to the courtyard where the ritual would need to be performed anyays. Once in the throne room, Darath's royal guard, made up entirely of 30 skeletons, snapped to attention, drew their swords, and advanced on the pair. Darath ran to the side, but the skeletons gorned him. The Controller was their target as he had been order to be. The Controller looked on at the soliders with disgust. "You dare try to ambush ME Darath? You forget who you serve, willingly or NOT!" The antenna popped up and Darath the Black rose to attention and bowed to the Controller, but the wide smile never left his lips under the helmet. "I may be your puppet Darath, but that will not help you now. These are servents of hte sword, ordered to destroy you or die in the process. I can not control them myself, and the sword is elsewhere in the castle. By the time I fetched it, you would be destroyed. Now know the vengence of Darath!!" The Controller began to laugh heartilly. "You actually _do_ believe these thigns cna harm me don't you? You always were slow of mind." The Controller raised his arms and from the palms of his hands, plasma burts launched out towards the crowd of skeletons, turning many into tiny splinters that owuld take weeks to re-form, and simply shattering the others. While they re-formered, The Controller walked over to teh solid silver throne used by Darath the Black when he held courts for his undead like a child playing school with dolls. The alloy hands gripped the cair and sunk into the silver and effortlessly he raised up the huge chain over his head, adn threw it at the skeletons. Several more shattered, unable to re-form due to important pieces being trapped under the mound of twisted silver and velevet. The few who were left came at The Controller, and he let them. Their swords rang as they impacted with hsi body, but not a scratch was left on the robot. Finally he decided that the show had had its effect, adn he pulverized the last few with close range plasma bursts. Turning towards darath the Black, who was cowering in a corner of the room. "Now, the time for plesentries has finished. I want you to go to the courtyard for me, and cast the spell to summon the Harlequin God of Thieves." Darath found his legs walking towards the door, but he laughed merrily as he did. "You are the fool this time Golem! I can not summon the God of Thieves! Only a servent of the God could do that! Force me around all you want, but it still will not accomplish the impossible!!!! Hahahahaha" The door cut off the sound of Darath's laughter, but not the impact of his words. "Damn, I have been a fool. I figured to use Darath's power to summon the fledgling god in private, but did not realize the limits of it. A servent of the God ehh?? Hmmm Perhaps I shall have a use for the Army of Light afterall, but when I face them here, it shall be on MY terms, not theirs." Whirling, The Controller stormed out of the battleground to begin his latest plot. =========================== Date: Sat, 19 Jul 1997 07:18:56 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: Aae-Dawn in Dibis On Sat, 19 Jul 1997 09:14:07 -0500, in Message # 00000527 Michael Jon Knight said: >On Fri, 18 Jul 1997 22:52:09, in Message # 00000523 > "L.J. Wolfe" said: > >>On Fri, 18 Jul 97 23:07:48 +0100, in Message # 00000520 >> Roland X said: >> >> *You're all off my Christmas card list,* Roland sends >>with a sigh. *Okay, I do this myself.* > ><*Well, and how would it look if a bunch of outsiders came and "took >away" their hero? "Blaze, dear, it's time to come home now." Yeah, >right.*> Morgan's giggles have died down, but the merriment in her >voice is still unmistakable. Knytt just shakes her head and snickers. ><*Can we discuss this back at the Guild?*> Morgan asks suddenly. <*It >just hit me that we haven't all been in the same place at the same >time since that little room under the tavern in Zag(*). It would feel >real good to see everyone together again. Besides,*> she snuggles >into Roland's embrace, <*I think we could all use a little >well-deserved down time.*> /By all means, we can discuss it at the Guild. I've been rather preoccupied of late and need to refresh my memory on the plan again anyway. But Fuzzy's hospital may be a good headstart on getting some of that data we need./ --Knytt =========================== Date: Sat, 19 Jul 1997 10:48:41 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: Aae-Dawn in Dibis On Sat, 19 Jul 1997 10:34:09 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000528 "P. Campbell" said: On Fri, 18 Jul 1997, L.J. Wolfe wrote: > <*Can we discuss this back at the Guild?*> Morgan asks suddenly. > <*It just hit me that we haven't all been in the same place at the > same time since that little room under the tavern in Zag(*). It > would feel real good to see everyone together again. Besides,*> she > snuggles into Roland's embrace, <*I think we could all use a little > well-deserved down time.*> Xzerrion sighs and stretches. `Race to Dibliss, fight a civil war, run to the Guild, run back out of the Guild, and now we're going back again? Why not? At least there I can find a bed for a while, maybe.' *grin* `All right, you two go get some down time. I'll see if there's a healer about who hasn't already passed out from overwork.' > Morgan /|\ > (*)OOC: OK, I realize that we _might_ have all been together after > breaking out of the Zag jail and fighting DtB, and before Gaunt > nabbed Morgan, but if we were it was _very_ brief. - Xzerrion =========================== Date: Sat, 19 Jul 1997 10:48:57 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE: Regrouping (fwd) On Sat, 19 Jul 1997 10:43:45 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000529 "P. Campbell" said: On Fri, 18 Jul 1997, Caprice wrote: > "Caprice is my double... the person I would have been if I had been > born on her world... when she came here she gained my appearance, my > skills, and my memories... and she'll keep them when she leaves." `I see. Well, I don't, but magic and interdimension dynamics never were a strong point of mine. Anyway, if she's you, I suppose I can trust her.' He momentarily embraces Argent before turning back to dress. > Argent smiles. "The pack, dear heart... changes for us both." She > gets to her feet, getting dressed in her usual grey leathers and > chainmail. There's also a set of clothing for Ak'hasta, in matching > greys. Ak'hasta looks at the clothing and shakes his head, grinning. `I won't even ask how you managed to find drow chainmail in silver..' He pulls on a padded tunic, then his mail, and finally a grey surcoat with a silver lindworm design. Over all this, he adds a grey cloak. `Going to be interesting trying to sneak around at night in this.' After a moment's thought, he grins. `Gee, you didn't have this all planned out ahead of time, now, did you? Anyway,' he takes Argent's arm, `shall we see if your friends decide to trust me?' - Xzerrion =========================== Date: Sat, 19 Jul 1997 12:04:03 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE: Regrouping (fwd) On Sat, 19 Jul 1997 14:58:34 -0400, in Message # 00000530 Caprice said: At 10:48 AM 7/19/97 -0700, Xzerrion said: >Ak'hasta looks at the clothing and shakes his head, grinning. `I >won't even ask how you managed to find drow chainmail in silver..' He >pulls on a padded tunic, then his mail, and finally a grey surcoat >with a silver lindworm design. lindworm = wingless dragon.> Over all this, he adds a grey cloak. "Ask me no questions, I'll tell you no lies, dear heart." >`Going to be interesting trying to sneak around at night in this.' >After a moment's thought, he grins. `Gee, you didn't have this all >planned out ahead of time, now, did you? Anyway,' he takes Argent's >arm, `shall we see if your friends decide to trust me?' "Didn't you teach me to be prepared for anything," She teases gently. Softly she kisses him on the cheek. "And if we have to sneak around, I have some dark grey changes for that... actually works better than true black." Together they head out to the rest of the guildhouse, heading for the room where the rest of the CAoL will be gathering. Caprice is already there, having had the shortest distance to travel. Save for the small grey kitten hiding behind one ankle, Caprice and Argent are identical... down to the hang of their clothing and the style of their braids. =========================== Date: Sat, 19 Jul 1997 13:48:46 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE: Regrouping (fwd) On Sat, 19 Jul 1997 13:39:53 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000531 "P. Campbell" said: On Sat, 19 Jul 1997, Caprice wrote: > "Didn't you teach me to be prepared for anything," She teases > gently. Softly she kisses him on the cheek. "And if we have to sneak > around, I have some dark grey changes for that... actually works > better than true black." `All right, point, but didn't know you took it quite *that* much to heart.' > Together they head out to the rest of the guildhouse, heading for > the room where the rest of the CAoL will be gathering. > > Caprice is already there, having had the shortest distance to > travel. Save for the small grey kitten hiding behind one ankle, > Caprice and Argent are identical... down to the hang of their > clothing and the style of their braids. Ak'hasta looks at Argent, then Caprice, then finally turns back to Argent. A smile is immediately supressed as he considers the possible entertainment value of there being two of her. He takes a seat with his back to a wall, between Argent and Caprice. Though outwardly calm, he takes careful note of where the exits are. - Xzerrion =========================== Date: Sat, 19 Jul 1997 15:03:36 -0700 (PDT) Subject: AAE: Strange Dreams pt. I On Sat, 19 Jul 1997 22:36:46 -0700, in Message # 00000532 Gareth L Owen said: The Stranger fell through the darkness, floating and falling, spinning through the void. Voices. He could hear voices. "You are needed Stranger, needed. We need you." "No! I'm needed on Quaren, there is still work to do. I am not ready." "You are needed." +++ He woke with a start, the sun beat down on him. Looking around he could see, hot arid mountains. HE was dressed in the green uniform of a Major of the 95th Rifles, a Henry rifle lay nearby. He stood up and picked up the rifle. Checking his pockets he found a letter addressed to a Major James Hunter from his commanding officer, commending him on his promotion adn dated 1802. That placed him in the Pyrenees in the middle of the 19th century's most destructive war. He slung the rifle and began to walk. "I guess I'm needed, then." +++ Later he rounded a corner and below him, nestling in the end of a valley, was a castle. Looking at it he knew at once it was The Grail Castle, knew at once he was here to protect it, and knew at once their would be a reckoning. +++ Meanwhile, on Quaren, the Stranger's body lay fast asleep, in a slumber no-one could wake him from, while his wounds healed at a rate modern doctor's would consider impossible. The Stranger =========================== Date: Sat, 19 Jul 1997 17:48:37 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE: Regrouping (fwd) On Sat, 19 Jul 1997 17:54:03 -0700 (MST), in Message # 00000533 gamer@host.yab.com said: > On Sat, 19 Jul 1997 13:39:53 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000531 > "P. Campbell" said: > > Ak'hasta looks at Argent, then Caprice, then finally turns back to > Argent. A smile is immediately supressed as he considers the > possible entertainment value of there being two of her. He takes a > seat with his back to a wall, between Argent and Caprice. Though > outwardly calm, he takes careful note of where the exits are. Roscoe looks in curiousity at this, but seeing no outward reaction from either Argent or Caprice he does not attack. Instead he does what Oberon asked his people to do, what he gave them their powers to do. His mental powers rise up and the rest of the group notices his section of hte link drop off lest they be endangered by backlashes of his task. His kind are the desingated Guardians of the gateways between Arcadia and other worlds. They were ment to act as hosts for visitors, but also as the first line against invasion, screening freind from foe by their very minds. Oberon endowed his guardians well so that no mind could block their out for long. Roscoe's mind does not crash into Ak'Hasta's but slips through quickly and quietly like a cat. By the time he realizes that Roscoe is inside, it is too late for any thoughts to be blocked. Roscoe knows his work and has done it many times before leaving Arcadia to travel with Driss. He seeks out the areas of the mind he needs quickly, not distubing any other thoughts or rifling through any memories, but only searching for the truth to Ak'Hasta's presense and his intentions here. Finally, satisfied, he shifts into wolf form and sits in front of Ak'Hasta, Squee following in rat form and laying down to sleep between Roscoe's front paws. =========================== Date: Sat, 19 Jul 1997 19:18:37 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE: Regrouping (fwd) On Sat, 19 Jul 1997 19:04:59 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000534 "P. Campbell" said: On Sat, 19 Jul 1997 gamer@host.yab.com wrote: > Roscoe's mind does not crash into Ak'Hasta's but slips through > quickly and quietly like a cat. By the time he realizes that Roscoe > is inside, it is too late for any thoughts to be blocked. Roscoe > knows his work and has done it many times before leaving Arcadia to > travel with Driss. He seeks out the areas of the mind he needs > quickly, not distubing any other thoughts or rifling through any > memories, but only searching for the truth to Ak'Hasta's presense > and his intentions here. Ak'hasta glares at Roscoe, barely holding his anger in check. If Argent and Caprice are at all telepathic they wince away from the suddeness and intensity of his emotion. `I know not your customs here, but among my people, to read another's thoughts unasked is mortal insult. For the sake of my lady, I will not challenge you for it, but have a care where you stick your mind uninvited, lest you receive far more than you intend.' > Finally, satisfied, he shifts into wolf form and sits in front of > Ak'Hasta, Squee following in rat form and laying down to sleep > between Roscoe's front paws. Ak'hasta pointedly moves away from Roscoe, still quivering in rage. - Xzerrion =========================== Date: Sat, 19 Jul 1997 20:03:51 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE: Regrouping (fwd) On Sat, 19 Jul 1997 19:58:40 -0700 (MST), in Message # 00000535 gamer@host.yab.com said: > On Sat, 19 Jul 1997 19:04:59 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000534 > "P. Campbell" said: > > Ak'hasta glares at Roscoe, barely holding his anger in check. If > Argent and Caprice are at all telepathic they wince > away from the suddeness and intensity of his emotion. `I know not > your customs here, but among my people, to read another's thoughts > unasked is mortal insult. For the sake of my lady, I will not > challenge you for it, but have a care where you stick your mind > uninvited, lest you receive far more than you intend.' Privately sent to Ak'Hasta, {In my dimention, Arcadia, Oberon and Titiania gave my race the power of the mind as well as the power to master the form and abilities of any other race that we may act as Guardians. Words can decieve, your concious mind can decieve. Thus I ignored both and searched for the real you, the Truth. I apologize if I caused you distress, but be assured, I know my task well and disturbed nothing of your mind nor probed anyplace that did not relate to your intentions here with this group and Caprice. I found you honorable and with no current desire for destruction, but for peace with Argent. I ment no insult, but as a warrior you must realize, surprise can replace brute force much more cleanly. To warn you of my search, natural guards would have gone up in your mind and untrained you would not be able to lower them, forcing me to crash through them and risk damage to your mind. I did not wish this, but nor did I wish to risk embracing an enemy into our midst.] Squee's mind pops into Ak'Hasta's head now [Hiya! I'm Squee! Who are you? Do you know Magic? I learned magic from an Elf, back in Arcadia! I'm gonna be a big powerful mage and go zap zap zap zap] A mental hand is placed over Squee's mind to bring an end to the Zaps. [Sorry again, Squee is still quite young as you can tell. We'll both leave your mind alone now unless invited.] Once again there is mental silence and Roscoe returns to the Link. [I have seen into his mind as Oberon trained my kind to do, he means no harm here.] > Ak'hasta pointedly moves away from Roscoe, still quivering in rage. > > bit touchy. > said: On Sat, 19 Jul 1997 gamer@host.yab.com wrote: > Privately sent to Ak'Hasta, {In my dimention, Arcadia, Oberon and > Titiania gave my race the power of the mind as well as the power to > master the form and abilities of any other race that we may act as > Guardians. Words can decieve, your concious mind can decieve. Thus I > ignored both and searched for the real you, the Truth. I apologize > if I caused you distress, but be assured, I know my task well and > disturbed nothing of your mind nor probed anyplace that did not > relate to your intentions here with this group and Caprice. I found > you honorable and with no current desire for destruction, but for > peace with Argent. I ment no insult, but as a warrior you must > realize, surprise can replace brute force much more cleanly. To warn > you of my search, natural guards would have gone up in your mind and > untrained you would not be able to lower them, forcing me to crash > through them and risk damage to your mind. I did not wish this, but > nor did I wish to riskembracing an enemy into our midst.] Ak'hasta, not being telepathic, cannot respond other than verbally. `Not being one such as yourself, *I* am forced to judge your assurances at face value. You may understand my forbearance by the fact that you are still alive, despite having overstepped the bounds even a matron mother may go.' > Squee's mind pops into Ak'Hasta's head now [Hiya! I'm Squee! Who > are you? Do you know Magic? I learned magic from an Elf, back in > Arcadia! I'm gonna be a big powerful mage and go zap zap zap zap] Ak'hasta relaxes marginally. He snarls under his breath, `Apprentices! You can't live with them, and you can't legally shoot them.' Despite his words, there is the edge of a smile in his expression. Recalling his profession as weaponsmaster, he turns to Squee. `Perhaps one day you will learn swordplay from a drow. And mental discipline as well.' > A mental hand is placed over Squee's mind to bring an end to the > Zaps. [Sorry again, Squee is still quite young as you can tell. > We'll both leave your mind alone now unless invited.] > Once again there is mental silence and Roscoe returns to the Link. > [I have seen into his mind as Oberon trained my kind to do, he means > no harm here.] - Xzerrion =========================== Date: Sun, 20 Jul 1997 00:03:51 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE: Regrouping (fwd) On Sat, 19 Jul 1997 23:52:07, in Message # 00000537 "L.J. Wolfe" said: At 11:33 PM 7/19/97 -0700, you wrote: >On Sat, 19 Jul 1997 23:20:34 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000536 > "P. Campbell" said: >Roscoe, Caprice, Argent, and Ak'hasta. > OOC: Well, Roscoe said he'd dropped off the psi-web. I doubt Squee was so considerate, though, so if _he's_ on the web then we _all_ heard ;-). Morgan /|\ =========================== Date: Sun, 20 Jul 1997 00:03:59 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE: Regrouping (fwd) On Sun, 20 Jul 1997 01:52:34 -0500, in Message # 00000538 Michael Jon Knight said: >On Sat, 19 Jul 1997 23:20:34 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000536 > "P. Campbell" said: > >Roscoe, Caprice, Argent, and Ak'hasta. > --Mike =========================== Date: Sun, 20 Jul 1997 01:33:42 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE: Regrouping (fwd) On Sun, 20 Jul 1997 01:28:53 -0700 (MST), in Message # 00000539 gamer@host.yab.com said: > On Sat, 19 Jul 1997 23:20:34 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000536 > "P. Campbell" said: > > Ak'hasta relaxes marginally. He snarls under his breath, > `Apprentices! You can't live with them, and you can't legally shoot > them.' Despite his words, there is the edge of a smile in his > expression. Recalling his profession as weaponsmaster, he turns to > Squee. `Perhaps one day you will learn swordplay from a drow. And > mental discipline as well.' "nah! who needs a sword when you can grow real big and bash and smash like Unca Roscoe?" Unable to take those advanced forms yet, Squee settles with turning into his natural form and stomping around the room in a tiny imitation of Godzilla. Roscoe rolls his eyes and tries very hard not to laugh. Controlling himself, "The young have all the power of the adults, as they grow older we train their minds to use that power both in telepathy and shapechanging. But he is right in that our kind rarely uses swords. I'm 1100 or so now and know only the basicas of swordplay. Why bother drawing a sword when you can change into a form with claws just as sharp, or with muscle and size enough to mash your opponent into pulp? I'm afriad I've grown a bit lazy and out of practice voer the years though, I really need to work out more." Roscoe says quietly while he watches Squee smash invisible opponents. > Roscoe, Caprice, Argent, and Ak'hasta. > last I heard Ak'Hasta and Argent were taking a long time in teh bathroom, and Caprice wasn;t returnign until mid-day and everyone was regrouping here after they disentangled Roland so I figured everyone was here. =========================== Date: Tue, 19 Aug 1997 13:40:56 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE: Regrouping (forwarded by Fuzzy) On Sun, 20 Jul 1997 08:12:44 -0400, in Message # 00000540 Caprice said: >On Sun, 20 Jul 1997 01:28:53 -0700 (MST), in Message # 00000539 > gamer@host.yab.com said: > >> On Sat, 19 Jul 1997 23:20:34 -0700 (PDT), in Message # 00000536 >> "P. Campbell" said: >> >> Ak'hasta, not being telepathic, cannot respond other than verbally. >> `Not being one such as yourself, *I* am forced to judge your >> assurances at face value. You may understand my forbearance by the >> fact that you are still alive, despite having overstepped the >> bounds even a matron mother may go.' Argent watches the whole thing with eyes narrow. Caprice seems annoyed, and vaguely amused at times. > "nah! who needs a sword when you can grow real big and bash and >smash like Unca Roscoe?" Unable to take those advanced forms yet, >Squee settles with turning into his natural form and stomping around >the room in a tiny imitation of Godzilla. Mischief darts out from behind Caprice's ank;es, and starts running between Squee's feet, trying to trip him. > last I heard Ak'Hasta and Argent were taking a long time in the >bathroom, and Caprice wasn;t returnign until mid-day and everyone was >regrouping here after they disentangled Roland so I figured everyone >was here. OOC: Caprice Argent and Ak'hasta ARE the only ones in the room. Read the early posts. Only Roscoe and Squee have posed arriving. =========================== Date: Sun, 20 Jul 1997 09:34:04 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE: Regrouping (fwd) On Sun, 20 Jul 1997 09:29:00 -0700 (MST), in Message # 00000541 gamer@host.yab.com said: > On Sun, 20 Jul 1997 08:12:44 -0400, in Message # 00000540 > Caprice said: > > Mischief darts out from behind Caprice's ankles, and starts running > between Squee's feet, trying to trip him. Squee starts trying to stomp on Mischief and quickly recieves a mental scolding from Roscoe. He stands and pouts or a minute, then when he thinks Roscoe isn't looking, shifts into a puppy and begins chasing Mischief. [Neah neah I'm gonna catch YOU this time fuzzbrain!] > OOC: Caprice Argent and Ak'hasta ARE the only ones in the room. Read > the early posts. Only Roscoe and Squee have posed arriving. OOC: Ok, so I was confused, not the first time. How you had the three of them come out and kinda set themselves up it looked to me like you were presenting Ak'Hasta to the group. =========================== Date: Sun, 20 Jul 1997 10:03:55 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE: Regrouping (fwd) On Sun, 20 Jul 1997 09:56:50, in Message # 00000542 "L.J. Wolfe" said: At 09:34 AM 7/20/97 -0700, you wrote: >On Sun, 20 Jul 1997 09:29:00 -0700 (MST), in Message # 00000541 > gamer@host.yab.com said: > > OOC: Ok, so I was confused, not the first time. How you had the >three of them come out and kinda set themselves up it looked to me >like you were presenting Ak'Hasta to the group. OOC: I rather thought just about everyone was there (Stranger, for example, arrived a while back injured and is sleeping it off) or on their way in. Besides, all it takes is one person present to be open to the psi-web for _all_ of us to hear it :-). Morgan /|\ =========================== Date: Sun, 20 Jul 1997 10:05:33 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE: Regrouping (fwd) On Sun, 20 Jul 1997 10:02:41, in Message # 00000543 "L.J. Wolfe" said: At 09:34 AM 7/20/97 -0700, you wrote: >On Sun, 20 Jul 1997 09:29:00 -0700 (MST), in Message # 00000541 > gamer@host.yab.com said: > > OOC: Ok, so I was confused, not the first time. How you had the >three of them come out and kinda set themselves up it looked to me >like you were presenting Ak'Hasta to the group. Unless anyone else in the group has other plans, assume that Morgan, Roland, Cutter, Leetah, and anyone else that was with them have now made their way to the Guild. Say we arrived just on the tale end of the Roscoe/Ak'hasta stuff. Morgan /|\ =========================== Date: Sun, 20 Jul 1997 10:33:53 -0700 (PDT) Subject: OOC: Re: AAE: Regrouping (fwd) On Sun, 20 Jul 1997 13:18:51 -0400, in Message # 00000544 Caprice said: >On Sun, 20 Jul 1997 10:02:41, in Message # 00000543 > "L.J. Wolfe" said: > >Unless anyone else in the group has other plans, assume that Morgan, >Roland, Cutter, Leetah, and anyone else that was with them have now >made their way to the Guild. Say we arrived just on the tale end of >the Roscoe/Ak'hasta stuff. OOC: Well just don't say it! Post coming in! You've got Argent and Caprice there, no way to tell which is which, roscoe, squee chasing mischief, and a DROW... pose something! ;) =========================== Date: Sun, 20 Jul 1997 11:48:56 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE: Regrouping (fwd) On Sun, 20 Jul 1997 13:34:58 -0500, in Message # 00000545 Michael Jon Knight said: Knytt strolled back to the Guild house, soaking up the party atmosphere.. She knew there was still much work ahead, but that there was probably not going to be another chance to really relax like this for a good while so she had better enjoy it while she could. The walk back had been interesting to say the least. An old woman had run over to Knytt, offering a small beaded necklace as a token of appreciation. Knytt blushed and replied she hadn't really done all that much, but the old woman insisted, saying she had been making these for years, to reward as many rebels as she could if the opportunity arose. Knytt slipped the necklace over her head and the old woman hugged her. She then pressed several more into Knytt's hand. "For your friends," she said. Knytt thanked her and went on her way. Around the corner, a man shoved a large stein of beer into Knytt's hand. Knytt thanked him and was surprised when the man tried slipping an arm around her waist. "Hey," he slurred, "Wanna go somewhere and get more well acquainted?.... Oof!" he added, as Knytt kneed him in the groin. A woman appeared from around the corner, and seeing the pair, smiled viciously before running over to the man and slapping him about the head and shoulders, screaming about all the good years she had given him and being repaid by his hitting on another woman. Knytt walked on toward the Guild house. >> Once again there is mental silence and Roscoe returns to the Link. >> [I have seen into his mind as Oberon trained my kind to do, he >> means no harm here.] Pyewackett arose from his nap on the floor of the training room, yawned, stretched, and strolled casually about the Guild hall, rubbing against the various pieces of furniture as he took an erratic path to the stairs leading to the door. Knytt arrived at the secret door to the Guild house, realized she had no idea how to work the thing, and, placing a hand onto the Gateway katana, teleported to the bottom of the stairs... Pyewackett jumped just as the teleport occured, landing on Knytt's shoulder just as she appeared at the foot of the stairway... *Perfect timing.* the feline God purred as he positioned himself to lay across Knytt's shoulders. Knytt had to hunch over slightly to let the cat manuever. She reached up and lifted the cat off. "You're too big for that now," she said, putting the cat on the floor, "Besides, I brought you something." Knytt reached into her coat pocket and revealed a large cooked trout. /I didn't know it when I chose this coat, but these pockets are transdimensional./ She withdrew a copy of the London Times from the other pocket and used it as a makeshift plate for the fish, setting them both on the floor. Pyewackett pounced on the fish and began to devour it. Knytt strolled into the training room, grabbed her bag and returned to find a comfortable seat. She broke down the blaster rifle and put it away. She also rehung the katana and scabbard from the duffle bag. Setting the duffle bag to one side, she leaned back in the chair, crossed her legs, and watched the rest of the group. "Hi, gang, who's your friend?" --Knytt and Pyewackett ===========================