Action, Adventure, Excitement, Part 3
                               Chapter 4

Date: Mon, 28 Apr 1997 22:58:27 -0500
From: Michael Jon Knight <mjknight@smartnet.net>
Subject: Re: Shall We Go?....
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At 06:12 PM 4/28/97, Morgan wrote:
<snip>
>She closes her eyes in concentration. Gradually her hair changes to
>an almost silver blonde, her green eyes turn blue, and her facial
>features alter just enough so that, combined with the other changes,
>she doesn't quite look like Morgan anymore. She opens her eyes, and
>looks at the wolves. They turn into a matched set of reddish brown
>wolf-hybrids.
>
><*Subtle is easier to do. Good enough?*>

/Very good./

>>Looking at Morgan, /I think there is something even more gratifying
>>about having you 'on my arm' at this age...but maybe I am just being
>>a dirty old man. ;-)/
>
>Morgan smiles sweetly at her "new" companion and squeezes his arm.
><*I have two words to say regarding the desirability of older men.
>'Sean' 'Connery'.*> ;-)

/May we all accululate the years so well./

>>As an afterthought, /First one to call me 'Gramps' gets a cybermat
>>where the sun don't shine./
>
><*How about 'Sugar Daddy'?*> Morgan sends a wicked grin. <*He makes
>another good point, though. Those of us who haven't already adopted
>new names should probably do so now while we can think about it. I'm
>lousy with names. Any suggestions?*>.

/Buffy? Marcia? Jan? Cindy? Annette? Moon? Star? Cricket? (Yes, I know
a girl named 'Cricket', and, yes, it is her real name.) Bubbles?
Trixie? Gidget? Violet? Daisy? Christy? Yvette? Missy? Mindy? Dot?
Vicky? Peri? Sara Jane? Leela? Romana? Fred? Stop me when you find
one.../
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Date: Mon, 28 Apr 1997 21:39:16 -0700 (PDT)
From: fuzzy <fuzzy@wco.com>
Subject: Re: Aae-Uh Oh
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On Mon, 28 Apr 1997, Shadow wrote:
> On Mon, 28 Apr 1997 gamer@host.yab.com wrote:
[snip]
>> the whine of the skimmers can be heard speeding towards the Tavern
>> and "ground zero".
> 
> From the depths of his hood, John *growls*. He goes stock still for
> a moment, then in a slightly shaken voice continues, "Just great.
> Might I suggest we get out of here _now_?" He begins to float toward
> a side street leading away from "ground zero".

<OOC: I am going to assume that John headed in the general direction
of The Object we Seek.>

\Log, those lanish eat magic, so they are probably immune to direct
magical attack, How about Micro-Wave?\

\I think these bozos will be very careful not to rile a mage that can
cook a lanish with a single spell blast... I've got a Micro-Wave
RayGen up my sleeve and I still have my Virtual Energy Reserve, Fire
the RayGen and amp it for a 1/10 second with:
 1 mega-joule of virtual energy = 10 megawatt 1/10 second pulse
micro-wave. Should cook just about anything...\

"Ok let's get moving, With your permission Of Course Priestess Triel"

\Form up like we are going somewhere, Not running away\

Fuzzy heads out.

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Date: Mon, 28 Apr 1997 22:06:50
From: "L.J. Wolfe" <ljwolfe@eee.org>
Subject: Re: Shall We Go?....
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At 10:58 PM 4/28/97 -0500, Michael Jon Knight wrote:
>At 06:12 PM 4/28/97, Morgan wrote:
><snip>
>><*Subtle is easier to do. Good enough?*>
>
>/Very good./

Morgan smiles, her usual smile and not the vacant one whe's been using
in front of the Drow. <*Thank you.*>

>>>As an afterthought, /First one to call me 'Gramps' gets a cybermat
>>>where the sun don't shine./
>>
>><*How about 'Sugar Daddy'?*> Morgan sends a wicked grin. <*He makes
>>another good point, though. Those of us who haven't already adopted
>>new names should probably do so now while we can think about it. I'm
>>lousy with names. Any suggestions?*>.
>
>/Buffy? Marcia? Jan? Cindy? Annette? Moon? Star? Cricket? (Yes, I
>know a girl named 'Cricket', and, yes, it is her real name.) Bubbles?
>Trixie? Gidget? Violet? Daisy? Christy? Yvette? Missy? Mindy? Dot?
>Vicky? Peri? Sara Jane? Leela? Romana? Fred? Stop me when you find
>one.../

ROFLMAO! <Figuratively, not in Quaren ;-).>

Morgan giggles, and then puts on her best Valley Girl voice.
"Actually, I was thinking about maybe Andrea. That would be, like,
_so_ totaly bitching. Moon? I'm sure, no way!" (OOC: I wish I could
type the accent, but I can sound just like Moon Unit on Zappa's
"Valley Girl".) She stops as she sees several of her comrads get that
"shut her up at any cost" look in their eyes.

At 09:39 PM 4/28/97 -0700, fuzzy wrote:
>"Ok let's get moving, With your permission Of Course Priestess Triel"
>
>\Form up like we are going somewhere, Not running away\
>
>Fuzzy heads out.

She returns to the earlier dumb-blonde voice and bats her eyes at
Knytt. "Are we going with them, Sean?"

<Another OOC: It occurs to me that no one's mentioned Mischief's
wherabouts in a while. If she needs to be gathered up, I'll do it.
Somehow a kitten ought to fit with the characterization. And what
happened to Squee when Knytt did his chamelion routine?>

Buffy  /|\
<Somehow that's the one that keeps sticking in my mind, so I might as
well use it. :-).>
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Date: Mon, 28 Apr 1997 23:26:06 -0700 (PDT)
From: "K. Ohanlon" <bastet@u.washington.edu>
Subject: Re: Aae: A storm breaks.
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<OOC: Yeek! Sorry, guys, I'll get all caught up now, really! Gotta,
before my inbox goes over 500 messages. :P>

On Sun, 27 Apr 1997, fuzzy wrote:
[snip]
> To the non-drow 'looking' members of the party
>  "Gather up the wreckage, this has wasted enough of our time."
> 
>  A disk showing various colored streaks from center to edge comes
> into being, Fuzzy consults it checking for the widest streak of one
> color. 
> 
>  "Priestess Triel, That which we seek is to the west"

"Very well. We have indeed wasted enough time here. Lead on."

>  /Ya, the most worthless single item in the city, once we find it,
> let our opponents take it from us, It will drive them nuts trying to
> figure out what we wanted it for...<evil chuckle>/

<*I like your style. *grin* *>

-Kelley, aka Crow.
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Date: Mon, 28 Apr 1997 23:38:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: "K. Ohanlon" <bastet@u.washington.edu>
Subject: Re: Aae: A storm breaks.
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On Sun, 27 Apr 1997, L.J. Wolfe wrote:
> <*Sorry about not helping, guys, but the ditzy human female should
> probably retain the appearance of uselessness.*> Morgan sends a
> mental grin and wink.

<*Prolly a wise idea, Lady Morgan.*>

> <*BTW, I hope it's not to late to think of this now, but anyone got
> a plausible explaination _why_ a dumb-blonde type might be in the
> retinue of a Drow noble? I don't really know that much about Drow
> culture, and I didn't expect to have to carry this routine off for
> very long. Triel, could you make sure Xzerrion gets this, in case he
> has any input. If I'm _going_ to play a convincing character, I need
> to know my _motivation_.*> She grins at the mental groans. <*OK,
> it's a trite way to put it, but since our skins depend on our
> 'stories' being convincing, I think it's important.*>

<* As "High Priestes Triel" would no doubt comment, "There's no
guessing the tastes of drow nobles." Besides, you're prolly around as
an easily dominated female figure. Regardless of whose arm you happen
to cling to, you're Xzerrion's unstated and understood, first, last,
and always. The fact that you are with Knytt only shows as a mark of
favor toward Knytt.

"Triel" will disdainfully ignore you, understand the reasons why you
are kept, and be silently amused by them. Also, you are basically
tolerated because Xzerrion is useful to her, and if nothing else, you
would make a handy sacrifice if one became necessary. Granted, this is
how I understand it to the best of my limited knowledge of drow
psychology. Caprice is prolly the more favored and permanent ornament
because she is useful as well as dominate-able. You're just a pretty
that has struck milord's fancy, and will last only as long as his
fancy towards you does. Thus, you'll cultivate whatever other reasons
to stick around, ie stay alive, that you can. You'd be wary and
nervous around me because I'm more the real power in drow society.
High Priestess= 1 step below Matron Mother= very tough customer.
you're fortunate enough that "Triel" is strong enough and secure
enough in her power that there's no need to torture or torment others.
Any arrogance and cruelty shown are simply that which would be
demonstrated by any drow, especially one of the ruling class. Hope
that answered at least a few questions about motivation, etc.*>

-Kelley, aka Crow.
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Date: Tue, 29 Apr 1997 01:41:08 -0500
From: Michael Jon Knight <mjknight@smartnet.net>
Subject: Re: Shall We Go?....
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At 10:06 PM 4/28/97, Morgan wrote:
<snipping while Frank Zappa's 'Valley Girl' runs through my head.
Like, GAG me!>
>She returns to the earlier dumb-blonde voice and bats her eyes at
>Knytt. "Are we going with them, Sean?"
>
><Another OOC: It occurs to me that no one's mentioned Mischief's
>wherabouts in a while. If she needs to be gathered up, I'll do it.
>Somehow a kitten ought to fit with the characterization. And what
>happened to Squee when Knytt did his chamelion routine?>
>
>Buffy  /|\
><Somehow that's the one that keeps sticking in my mind, so I might as
>well use it. :-).>

"Oui, oui, and yes I do have a french mouse in my pocket." 'Sean'
unbuttons his shirt pocket and Squee pokes his head out.

<OOC: I didn't give it a lot of thought, but Squee more than likely
just climbed up into my hair when I took my hat off. After all, mice
are quite good climbers when they have something to hold onto. I had
been meaning to move him to a shirt pocket anyway. Now seems the
perfect time.>

Sean
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Date: Mon, 28 Apr 1997 23:44:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: "K. Ohanlon" <bastet@u.washington.edu>
Subject: Re: Aae: A storm breaks.
X-Mailing-List: <aae@kestrel.scs.uiuc.edu> archive/latest/835

On Mon, 28 Apr 1997, L.J. Wolfe wrote:
> At 11:53 PM 4/27/97 -0700, fuzzy wrote:
>>On Sun, 27 Apr 1997, L.J. Wolfe wrote:
>>> <*I just wanted an idea what other Drow might be expecting, so I
>>> can act accordingly. I don't want some little slip based on lack
>>> of understanding to blow our cover.*>
>>
>>\Don't Volunteer anything
>>If questioned look to Xzerrion to see what he indicates.
>>If Xzerrion Phrases a Question as to indicate the expected answer,
>> give it, otherwise assume it is rhetorical.
>>Expected answers may include non-verbal flinches etc.
>>\

<*I agree with the above. Though also simpering the Knytt would be a
good idea too. Maybe hoping he'll decide you are amusing enough to
keep when Xzerrion tires of you.*>

> <*Got it. I assume that, in Lord Xzerrion's absence, I would look to
> Priestess Triel? And the wolves should behave as dumb pets, too, I
> suppose.*>

<*Um, prolly not. Being afraid of me and making yourself as
unnoticable as possible might be a better strategy. You never know
what i might decide about you in Xzerrion's absence. High Priestess's
like using those snake-headed whips on folks. Plus, if "Triel" thinks
that Xzerrion's having you and flaunting you as a biddable female in
her face is an unbearable insult, you'd get killed, quick or slow at
her whim. And there'd be nothing Xzerrion could do, because drow
females rule over the males, absolutely. The only difference is when a
male of an extremely high house comes in contact with a female of an
extremely low house. Me, I'm of the first house in my city, Xzerrion's
of the third in his. So not only do I out-rank him by house, but also
by virtue of being a female. Um, sorry, rambling again. This helping
any?*>

-Kelley, aka Crow.
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Date: Tue, 29 Apr 1997 00:02:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: "K. Ohanlon" <bastet@u.washington.edu>
Subject: Re: Aae: A storm breaks.
X-Mailing-List: <aae@kestrel.scs.uiuc.edu> archive/latest/836

On Mon, 28 Apr 1997, fuzzy wrote:
> On Mon, 28 Apr 1997, L.J. Wolfe wrote:
>> <*Got it. I assume that, in Lord Xzerrion's absence, I would look
>> to Priestess Triel? And the wolves should behave as dumb pets, too,
>> I suppose.*>
> 
> \part one no, look to Knytt, part two maybe, not being human they
> could get away with acting the part of 'smart' well trained guard
> beasts, much as I hate to admit it, but I've seen some fairly
> 'smart' Dogs, and wolves would be expected to be 'smarter'.\

<*Yes, trained guard beasts work well. Frankly, I think they'd be
pretty much ignored, unless somebody tried to mess with you. And if
they become fierce then, well it can be explained as guard beasts who
have been trained to protect a valued possession. Sorry about the tone
of this. I'm trying to *think* as a Triel would, distasteful, but it
might save our hides later on.*>

> \It would probably be a toss up, Who you would be most scared of
> Priestess Triel or the House Mage, you would try to adopt someone as
> a protector to avoid haveing to look to them.\

<* Definitely would be more afraid of Triel. The House Mage is about
Third in line in this heirarchy. Remember, clerics are very highly
placed, because they enforce the worship and submission to LLolth.
Basically, it would go Triel, Xzerrion, House Mage, etc. Nobles can be
above magic users, and female clerics outweigh everyone except Matron
Mothers and the Demon Goddess herself. Well, as least full High
Priestesses, and that's what I'm playing. Xzerrion just corrected me
that House Mages could outrank a female cleric that was not yet a full
High Priestess. And for Ariel's sake, don't ask me what it takes to
become a full High Priestess. If you really want to know, ask
Xzerrion. I know he could tell you in complete and gruesome detail.
Trust me, you have to be a steel-shod, cast-iron bitch to survive the
process. Mercy, pity, kindness, love, these things are a best a very
feeble spark in High Priestesses. More likely if they show anything
that even looks like one of the finer qualities, it's because they've
got some kind of long range plan or torture in mind. Eep, preachin'
again. Sorry, trying to stay in character, and where do you get more
preachin' than from a cleric?*>

-Kelley, aka Crow.
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Date: Tue, 29 Apr 1997 00:07:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: "K. Ohanlon" <bastet@u.washington.edu>
Subject: Re: Shall We Go?....
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On Mon, 28 Apr 1997, fuzzy wrote:
> \Wait a miniute Morgan, Are you part of Xzerrion's Entourage or are
> you Knytt's Camp follower?, I just realized that I responded to the
> literal question not the Current situation\

<*Um, best put, she's both. She belongs to Xzerrion, but sticks with
Knytt when Xzerrion doesn't require her presence.*>

> A slight Shudder of effort. The line showing 'our goal' brightens
> slightly
> 
> "We should hurry"

"As you say, Mage. Well, is this rabble ready to leave, or must I thin
our numbers to please our Goddess Llolth that we may speedily
accomplish our mission?" The snake-headed whip hisses hungrily and
eyes those around High Priestess Triel.

-Kelley, aka Crow.
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Date: Tue, 29 Apr 1997 00:17:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: fuzzy <fuzzy@wco.com>
Subject: Re: Aae: A storm breaks.
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On Tue, 29 Apr 1997, K. Ohanlon wrote:
> <* Definitely would be more afraid of Triel. The House Mage is about
> Third in line in this heirarchy. Remember, clerics are very highly
> placed, because they enforce the worship and submission to LLolth.
> Basically, it would go Triel, Xzerrion, House Mage, etc. Nobles can
> be above magic users, and female clerics outweigh everyone except
> Matron Mothers and the Demon Goddess herself. Well, as least full
> High Priestesses, and that's what I'm playing. Xzerrion just
> corrected me that House Mages could outrank a female cleric that was
> not yet a full High Priestess.

[Snip]

\Thats assuming Buffy is smart enough to understand more than that
Either Priestess or the Mage could find some use or enjoyment from Her
Pain or Death\

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 (Who is finding it all too easy to think like a Drow right now)
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Date: Tue, 29 Apr 1997 10:01:24 -0400
From: caprice <caprice@southeast.net>
Subject: Re: Aae-Uh Oh
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Caprice stands silently for a moment in the room as Xzerrion checks
for guards. Her face seems to have changed a little bit more, but it's
difficult to me sure. She speaks mentally to Xzerrion and the rest of
the group. < My name here, is Argent. I have a much simpler time with
my 'motivation' here than 'Buffy'... Fanatic devotion to Xzerrion's
safety. Sometimes two dimensional characters are a plus.>

She then drops the link to everyone except Morgan. <Mischief vanished
when the Lanesh showed up. A wise move, as they would have thought her
a tasty snack. I can call her back to you, if you don't mind me
projecting through you. But it may take a bit of talking to convince
her not to go looking for 'mommy'.>
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Date: Tue, 29 Apr 1997 07:38:52
From: "L.J. Wolfe" <ljwolfe@eee.org>
Subject: AAE: Mischief and females
X-Mailing-List: <aae@kestrel.scs.uiuc.edu> archive/latest/843

At 12:17 AM 4/29/97 -0700, fuzzy wrote:
>\Thats assuming Buffy is smart enough to understand more than that
>Either Priestess or the Mage could find some use or enjoyment from
>Her Pain or Death\

<*Is it plaubible that Buffy has enough smarts for her to have been
taught a few minor magic tricks for useful or entertainment purposes?
Like teaching dogs to fetch and stuff. That way we have an excuse if
someone senses anything.*>

At 10:01 AM 4/29/97 -0400, caprice wrote:
>Caprice stands silently for a moment in the room as Xzerrion checks
>for guards. Her face seems to have changed a little bit more, but
>it's difficult to me sure. She speaks mentally to Xzerrion and the
>rest of the group. < My name here, is Argent. I have a much simpler
>time with my 'motivation' here than 'Buffy'... Fanatic devotion to
>Xzerrion's safety. Sometimes two dimensional characters are a plus.>

<*And the stark contrast between our two adopted roles adds to things,
I think.*>

>She then drops the link to everyone except Morgan. <Mischief vanished
>when the Lanesh showed up. A wise move, as they would have thought
>her a tasty snack. I can call her back to you, if you don't mind me
>projecting through you. But it may take a bit of talking to convince
>her not to go looking for 'mommy'.>

<*Well, we can't just leave her loose in this place. The fact that I'm
with "Sean" and he's got Squee might help. Sensing Mommy through me
should help, too.*>

Morgan adds on the link to everyone. <*Thanks for all the advice.
It'll help. And don't worry about me taking offence. _Especially_ with
the link, I know that comments made about/to "Buffy" aren't directed
at _me_.*>

<*And while we're on the subject, if someone should find it important
to carrying off this cherade (sp?) to berate me, or even to strike me,
I understand and won't hold it against you.*> She sends a grin to her
comrads. <*Just don't get carried away. Just because I'm immortal
doesn't mean I want to be beaten half to death ;-).*>

Morgan  /|\
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Date: Tue, 29 Apr 1997 11:16:40 -0400
From: caprice <caprice@southeast.net>
Subject: Re: AAE: Mischief and females
X-Mailing-List: <aae@kestrel.scs.uiuc.edu> archive/latest/844

L.J. Wolfe wrote:
> At 10:01 AM 4/29/97 -0400, caprice wrote:
*SNIP*
>>She then drops the link to everyone except Morgan. <Mischief
>>vanished when the Lanesh showed up. A wise move, as they would have
>>thought her a tasty snack. I can call her back to you, if you don't
>>mind me projecting through you. But it may take a bit of talking to
>>convince her not to go looking for 'mommy'.>
> 
> <*Well, we can't just leave her loose in this place. The fact that
> I'm with "Sean" and he's got Squee might help. Sensing Mommy through
> me should help, too.*>

Caprice then uses Morgan as a stepping stone to send a tendril of
thought to Mischief... To Morgan, it sounds like mewing, and merowing.
A pair of grey eyes appear in a nearby shadown, and the rest of
Mischief soon follows.

Mischief hops up into Morgan's arms, just assuming she'll be caught.
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Date: Tue, 29 Apr 1997 10:01:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: fuzzy <fuzzy@wco.com>
Subject: Re: AAE: Mischief and females
X-Mailing-List: <aae@kestrel.scs.uiuc.edu> archive/latest/845

On Tue, 29 Apr 1997, L.J. Wolfe wrote:
> At 12:17 AM 4/29/97 -0700, fuzzy wrote:
>>\Thats assuming Buffy is smart enough to understand more than that
>>Either Priestess or the Mage could find some use or enjoyment from
>>Her Pain or Death\
> 
> <*Is it plaubible that Buffy has enough smarts for her to have been
> taught a few minor magic tricks for useful or entertainment
> purposes? Like teaching dogs to fetch and stuff. That way we have an
> excuse if someone senses anything.*>

\Posible, But unlikly, However if so, No more than cantrips, and That
would increase Her possible value as a sacrifice, Better yield in
quantity and quality from untrained mage potential.\

(OOC: What kitten could ever resist 'Helping' an adolescent with a
good 'stalk'. :))

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Date: Tue, 29 Apr 1997 17:52:44 -0500
From: Michael Jon Knight <mjknight@smartnet.net>
Subject: Re: AAE: Mischief and females
X-Mailing-List: <aae@kestrel.scs.uiuc.edu> archive/latest/846

At 07:38 AM 4/29/97, Morgan wrote:
<snip>
>Morgan adds on the link to everyone. <*Thanks for all the advice.
>It'll help. And don't worry about me taking offence. _Especially_
>with the link, I know that comments made about/to "Buffy" aren't
>directed at _me_.*>
>
><*And while we're on the subject, if someone should find it important
>to carrying off this cherade (sp?) to berate me, or even to strike
>me, I understand and won't hold it against you.*> She sends a grin to
>her comrads. <*Just don't get carried away. Just because I'm immortal
>doesn't mean I want to be beaten half to death ;-).*>

Knytt shudders violently, as feelings of utter revulsion fill his
being.

/What with our discussion of Drow society and now this, I think the
sooner we leave this world, the better. This rescue mission is getting
entirely too distasteful./

<OOC: Who was the guard gamer mentioned? I hate to think I have been
regenerating in front of a complete stranger. :)>
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Date: Tue, 29 Apr 1997 16:14:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: fuzzy <fuzzy@wco.com>
Subject: Re: AAE: Mischief and females
X-Mailing-List: <aae@kestrel.scs.uiuc.edu> archive/latest/847

On Tue, 29 Apr 1997, Michael Jon Knight wrote:
> Knytt shudders violently, as feelings of utter revulsion fill his
> being.
> 
> /What with our discussion of Drow society and now this, I think the
> sooner we leave this world, the better. This rescue mission is
> getting entirely too distasteful./

\I know I should agree with that, but it is getting hard to remember
why\

> <OOC: Who was the guard gamer mentioned? I hate to think I have been
> regenerating in front of a complete stranger. :)>

<OOC: I believe he mentioned The Guard not a guard, as in they are on
their way to findout what happened here, when John had his battle>

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From: gamer@host.yab.com
Date: Tue, 29 Apr 1997 16:28:39 -0700 (MST)
Subject: Re: Aae-Uh Oh
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On Mon, 28 Apr 1997, fuzzy wrote:
> \Log, those lanish eat magic, so they are probably immune to direct
> magical attack, How about Micro-Wave?\

 {Yeh, they just absorb any direct magical attacks, but I have seen
indirect things work, like causing a wall to fall on one and crush it
or start a fire and burn one. As for Microwaves, I dunno, I've never
seen it tried on one before.] Log replies as he stomps down the street
givein everyone dirty looks.

> \I think these bozos will be very careful not to rile a mage that
> can cook a lanish with a single spell blast... I've got a Micro-Wave
> RayGen up my sleeve and I still have my Virtual Energy Reserve, Fire
> the RayGen and amp it for a 1/10 second with:
>  1 mega-joule of virtual energy = 10 megawatt 1/10 second pulse
> micro-wave. Should cook just about anything...\

 uhhh sounds good to be George. Yes it does. uh-huh, yep yep I think.
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From: gamer@host.yab.com
Date: Tue, 29 Apr 1997 16:38:55 -0700 (MST)
Subject: Re: AAE: Mischief and females
X-Mailing-List: <aae@kestrel.scs.uiuc.edu> archive/latest/849

On Tue, 29 Apr 1997, Michael Jon Knight wrote:
> <OOC: Who was the guard gamer mentioned? I hate to think I have been
> regenerating in front of a complete stranger. :)>

 The Guard I mentioned was the City Guard i.e. secret police that are
rapidly approaching.
===========================
From: gamer@host.yab.com
Date: Tue, 29 Apr 1997 16:58:13 -0700 (MST)
Subject: Aae-night scenes
X-Mailing-List: <aae@kestrel.scs.uiuc.edu> archive/latest/850

 The group quickly moves down teh streetsm trying to stay as
inconspicuous as possible as the city comes to life. Skimmers now
circle the area in front of the tavern, and much shouting can be heard
even at this distance. A few screams come, but are quickly silenced.
 The people seem to be working as hard as the group to stay to the
shadows and not be seen. Some look out from under hoods, half their
faces now metal, with one glowing eye to replace the lost one. Others
show signs of cybernetic limbs. A begger grabs onto the leg of Log's
breeches with a hand that looks like that of a skeleton, only made of
metal. Log drops a couple silver coins and hurries off wordlessly as
the begger scoops up the money and stashes it in a compartment in his
arm.
 [All of these people were once normal. Some went to sleep at dawn,
only to awake three nights later like this. Others were taken away by
the secret police and watched as the operations were done to them. But
they're the lucky ones. Most of those taken by the secret police are
never heard from again.] He sends solemnly.
 The last rays of sunlight slipped over the horizon less than an hour
ago, but the change of scenery is remarkable. People are everywhere
now. Some just sit aroudn an beg, while others deal their merchandice
on street corners. Most buildings are lit by oil lanterns or candles,
though a few seem to have electricity, and are brightly lit with neon
signs advertising their goods.
 Most people take a look at the drow and run off, not wanting to tempt
their fates.
 
  The officer was hurrying to the Iron One's antechamber when he
almost collided with the black Golem in the hall. "Sir, I was jsut
coming to report to you. I have emmisaries from the household Drisonel
asked us to watch for. They await her word in room 315. I promised
them they would not have to wait long, and I was not mistaken."
 The Controller looks down on him with brightly glowing eyes. "No, you
have done well. return to your duties. I will go see to their needs
personally. Drisonel will be pleased with you."
 The officer looks like he's about to protest, but then holds his
tounge at the last minute. "As Drisonel wishes."
 The Controller makes his way down the hallways towards the room where
Caprice adn Xzerrion were left. Long before he reaches the door,
Xzerrion senses his apporach. A feeling of a conciousness, but not a
life. Instead of a lie, there is only the cold feeling of metal, and
hate.
===========================
Date: Tue, 29 Apr 1997 17:02:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: fuzzy <fuzzy@wco.com>
Subject: Re: Aae-Uh Oh
X-Mailing-List: <aae@kestrel.scs.uiuc.edu> archive/latest/851

On Tue, 29 Apr 1997 gamer@host.yab.com wrote:
> On Mon, 28 Apr 1997, fuzzy wrote:
>> \I think these bozos will be very careful not to rile a mage that
>> can cook a lanish with a single spell blast... I've got a
>> Micro-Wave RayGen up my sleeve and I still have my Virtual Energy
>> Reserve, Fire the RayGen and amp it for a 1/10 second with:
>>  1 mega-joule of virtual energy = 10 megawatt 1/10 second pulse
>> micro-wave. Should cook just about anything...\
>> 
>  uhhh sounds good to be George. Yes it does. uh-huh, yep yep I
> think.

\Ok, I think it is worth the try during our next confrontation with
The Guard, Triel be ready to follow up while they are still in shock
if it works, I'm getting Bloody Tired of the thought of lanish, being
sicced on me or my friends.\

ttfn
  Fuzzy
       ---
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 N*E | N*E | E*N | E*N |
  C  |  N  |  C  |  N  |
Fuzzy Mode Select
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Date: Tue, 29 Apr 1997 18:40:17
From: "L.J. Wolfe" <ljwolfe@eee.org>
Subject: Re: Aae-night scenes
X-Mailing-List: <aae@kestrel.scs.uiuc.edu> archive/latest/852

<I assume the conversations are continuing as we make our way through
the streets.>

First, 10:01 AM 4/29/97 -0700, fuzzy wrote:
>On Tue, 29 Apr 1997, L.J. Wolfe wrote:
>> <*Is it plausible that Buffy has enough smarts for her to have been
>> taught a few minor magic tricks for useful or entertainment
>> purposes? Like teaching dogs to fetch and stuff. That way we have
>> an excuse if someone senses anything.*>
>
>\Possible, But unlikely, However if so, No more than cantrips, and
>That would increase Her possible value as a sacrifice, Better yield
>in quantity and quality from untrained mage potential.\

<*That was sort of what I had in mind. I kind like being a 'secret
weapon'. Just let some bad guy turn his back on me at the wrong
moment, assuming I'm harmless ;-).*>

Second, at 05:52 PM 4/29/97 -0500, Knytt wrote:
>At 07:38 AM 4/29/97, Morgan wrote:
><snip>
>><*And while we're on the subject, if someone should find it
>>important to carrying off this charade to berate me, or even to
>>strike me, I understand and won't hold it against you.*> She sends a
>>grin to her comrades. <*Just don't get carried away. Just because
>>I'm immortal doesn't mean I want to be beaten half to death ;-).*>
>
>Knytt shudders violently, as feelings of utter revulsion fill his
>being.
>
>/What with our discussion of Drow society and now this, I think the
>sooner we leave this world, the better. This rescue mission is
>getting entirely too distasteful./

Morgan squeezes Knytt's arm again, this time in a comforting manner.
<*I'm not real crazy about the idea, either, but if it comes down to
it I'm willing to put up with, say, a slap from Xzerrion if it means
the safety of the whole company. It's just, seeing how apologetic
everyone's been just _talking_ about subordinating women, I wanted to
make this clear before someone hesitated at the wrong moment and
raised suspicions.*>

She sends him a grin through the link. <*Don't worry, I'm not going
Drow on you.*>

Third, at 04:14 PM 4/29/97 -0700, fuzzy wrote:
>\I know I should agree with that, but it is getting hard to remember
>why\

<*On the other hand.... Um, folx, this sounds to me like a Bad Thing.
We don't need party members switching teams. Any ideas how to head
this off?*>

Finally, at 04:58 PM 4/29/97 -0700, gamer@host.yab.com wrote:
> The people seem to be working as hard as the group to stay to the 
>shadows and not be seen. Some look out from under hoods, half their 
>faces now metal, with one glowing eye to replace the lost one. Others
>show signs of cybernetic limbs. A beggar grabs onto the leg of Log's 
>breeches with a hand that looks like that of a skeleton, only made of
>metal. Log drops a couple silver coins and hurries off wordlessly as 
>the beggar scoops up the money and stashes it in a compartment in his
>arm.
<snip>
> The last rays of sunlight slipped over the horizon less than an hour
>ago, but the change of scenery is remarkable. People are everywhere 
>now. Some just sit around an beg, while others deal their merchandise
>on street corners. Most buildings are lit by oil lanterns or candles,
>though a few seem to have electricity, and are brightly lit with neon
>signs advertising their goods.

Morgan clings to Knytt's arm, as much for comfort in the face of these
atrocities as to keep up appearances. She attempts to look like she's
interested in the occasional vender, like a child who'd like to stop
and look but knows Mommy isn't going to let her.

> Most people take a look at the drow and run off, not wanting to
>tempt their fates.

<*Thank the Gods for small favors.*>

<OOC: Now that we're getting a look around, does it look like we're
blending in, or should we be shopping for cloaks or some such?*>

Morgan  /|\
===========================
Date: Tue, 29 Apr 1997 19:32:20 -0700 (PDT)
From: fuzzy <fuzzy@wco.com>
Subject: Re: Aae-night scenes
X-Mailing-List: <aae@kestrel.scs.uiuc.edu> archive/latest/853

On Tue, 29 Apr 1997, L.J. Wolfe wrote:
> <I assume the conversations are continuing as we make our way
> through the streets.>

 <OOC: Thats what I've been assumeing as well>

[snip]
> Third, at 04:14 PM 4/29/97 -0700, fuzzy wrote:
>>\I know I should agree with that, but it is getting hard to remember
>why\
> 
> <*On the other hand.... Um, folx, this sounds to me like a Bad
> Thing. We don't need party members switching teams. Any ideas how to
> head this off?*>

\Switching teams?, Not hardly Harlequen's sibs will be rescued, even
if I have to sacrifice every last Guardsman to The Queen of Spiders to
do it.\ ...

\On the other hand I think I see your point, That Sigil is insidious.\

<OOC: Well, He has been useing it constantly for how long?>

> Finally, at 04:58 PM 4/29/97 -0700, gamer@host.yab.com wrote:
[snip]<snip>
>> The last rays of sunlight slipped over the horizon less than an
>>hour ago, but the change of scenery is remarkable. People are
>>everywhere now. Some just sit around an beg, while others deal their
>>merchandise on street corners. Most buildings are lit by oil
>>lanterns or candles, though a few seem to have electricity, and are
>>brightly lit with neon signs advertising their goods.
> 
> Morgan clings to Knytt's arm, as much for comfort in the face of
> these atrocities as to keep up appearances. She attempts to look
> like she's interested in the occasional vender, like a child who'd
> like to stop and look but knows Mommy isn't going to let her.

And the vendors in question attempt to hide, or gift her with whatever
she seemed interested in, in an attempt to curry favor with her
keepers.

>> Most people take a look at the drow and run off, not wanting to
>>tempt their fates.
> <*Thank the Gods for small favors.*>
> 
> <OOC: Now that we're getting a look around, does it look like we're
> blending in, or should we be shopping for cloaks or some such?*>

<OOC: Not until we find our Object of Power, Shouldn't be far now...,
until then we need to blend in by acting like the lords of creation.
and let everything in our way run for cover.>

ttfn
  Fuzzy
<Fighting the Sigil's Infuence, harder still>
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  C  |  N  |  C  |  N  |
Fuzzy Mode Select
===========================
Subject: AAE: OOps! <g>
Date: Tue, 29 Apr 97 23:46:10 +0100
From: Roland X <rolandx@ix.netcom.com>
X-Mailing-List: <aae@kestrel.scs.uiuc.edu> archive/latest/855

Sayeth the Time Lord:
>At 07:38 AM 4/29/97, Morgan wrote:
><snip>
>>Morgan adds on the link to everyone. <*Thanks for all the advice.
>>It'll help. And don't worry about me taking offence. _Especially_
>>with the link, I know that comments made about/to "Buffy" aren't
>>directed at _me_.*>

   *'Buffy?'* Roland sends.
   *Roland...* Silver sighs as Roland begins to laugh helplessly.
   ('She's a female, Rom, and the one constant in the universe is that
females are trouble.' -Quark
   (OOC: I saw the previous header-Mischief and females- and couldn't
resist...)

>><*And while we're on the subject, if someone should find it
>>important to carrying off this cherade (sp?) to berate me, or even
>>to strike me, I understand and won't hold it against you.*> She
>>sends a grin to her comrads. <*Just don't get carried away. Just
>>because I'm immortal doesn't mean I want to be beaten half to death
>>;-).*>

   Roland stop laughing very quickly.

>Knytt shudders violently, as feelings of utter revulsion fill his
>being.

   Ditto, likewise, and what he said.
   *Maybe, but I _will_...*
   (OOC: VERY sore point, both IC and OOC...)

>/What with our discussion of Drow society and now this, I think the
>sooner we leave this world, the better. This rescue mission is
>getting entirely too distasteful./

   *And my paranoia is kicking in. I know I'm helping by keeping the
others busy, but I don't like being this far away should
something...bad...happen.*
   The ground explodes around Roland and SP.
   "Ah, Roland," Gaunbt says, smiling as he slowly draws the Shadow
Brand. "I wasn't going to involve myself in this, especially after our
_last_ encounter. I owe that mechanical bastard the Controller, and I
had decided that letting you run roughshod over his plans woiuld be
vengeance enough."
   "What changed your mind?" Roland snarled.
   "I did," Destroyer boomed, and stepped forward. "I shall crush that
fool 'the Controller' with one swipe of my gauntlet. But you...you are
valued by many who think they represent order. Both by those who
consider themselves 'good,' and those believed to be 'evil.'"
   "And of course _you_ are the real order, yadda yadda yadda, get on
with it outcast," Sil replies.
   "As you wish," Destroyer says quietly, and the Silver Phoenix armor
is instantly magnetized.
   "PHOENIX! Roland cries as Sil falls over, paralyzed.
   "Gaunt."
   Gaunt twirls the Brand effortlessly as he approaches Roland, who
responds by screaming wordlessly and ramming into him at full
hyperspeed.
   Gaunt is temporarily a small pile of organic chemicals while his
Halo repairs the damage...
   Destroyer smiles. "Impressive."
   (Suddenly, someone projects into Roland's head the Star Wars
Emperor smiling, saying, 'Give in to your hate, young Jedi.')
   Roland's eyes crackle with power as Gaunt begins to re-form. "Let
her go."
   "Ah, but your companion is so...interesting."
   /Come on, Roland, THINK! You're not going to beat Dr. Destroyer
with raw power...
   /Wait a minute.../
   Roland smiles. "You want to see my power? Take a good long look."
   Roland's hands are suddenly clamped on Destroyer's helmet. Energy
crackles around them.
   "What...what are you doing?!"
   "When an immortal willingly gives the Halo to a mortal, that mortal
gains all the immortal's powers. But someone like you, who is already
an embodiment of the Power..."
   Destroyer snarls at Roland. "Two like poles thrust into proximity.
You scheming little-"
   Roland smiles again. "I learned from the master."
   Destroyer suddenly smiles back. "I wonder...are _all_ your
companions as interesting as this one?"
   "NO!"
   Suddenly, Roland and Phoenix are with the party again. This time,
however, they've brought company...
   Roland and Sil are thrown back, Silver landing rather hard in
Roland's stomach.
   "Whoulf-you okay, partner?" Roland asks, concentrating on
demagnetizing the armor.
   "I've had better days. Thanks, hero," Sil replies, giving Roland a
relieved hug as her arms and legs come free.
   (OOC: Okay, okay, I wanted to get _one_ damsel-in-distress scene
in. So sue me. <G>)
   Destroyer is still smiling, however, as Gaunt finishes
regenerating. "Ah. Servants of this realm's dark lord. These two are
his enemies. You know what to do, I am sure."
   Roland snarls, summons his power and his sword, and turns-and finds
himself facing his friends!
   *Oh, grife...*
   (OOC: Yes, I'm evil. Your point? <EG>)
===========================
From: gamer@host.yab.com
Date: Tue, 29 Apr 1997 21:35:02 -0700 (MST)
Subject: Re: Aae-night scenes
X-Mailing-List: <aae@kestrel.scs.uiuc.edu> archive/latest/856

On Tue, 29 Apr 1997, L.J. Wolfe wrote:
> <I assume the conversations are continuing as we make our way
> through the streets.>

 I figured so as well. <grin>

> <OOC: Now that we're getting a look around, does it look like we're
> blending in, or should we be shopping for cloaks or some such?*>

 Clothes shopping probably would be a good idea. the clothing here
seems a mix of middle-eastern adn traditional medival/fantasy, though
a few more modern touches can be seen on some of hte cybered folk. An
orc wearing a trenchcoat and fedora, a group of humans in biker
leathers...
===========================
Date: Tue, 29 Apr 1997 22:01:33
From: "L.J. Wolfe" <ljwolfe@eee.org>
Subject: Re: AAE: OOps! <g>
X-Mailing-List: <aae@kestrel.scs.uiuc.edu> archive/latest/857

At 11:46 PM 4/29/97 +0100, Roland X wrote:
>   *'Buffy?'* Roland sends.
>   *Roland...* Silver sighs as Roland begins to laugh
>helplessly.
>   ('She's a female, Rom, and the one constant in the
>universe is that females are trouble.' -Quark
>   (OOC: I saw the previous header-Mischief and females-
>and couldn't resist...)

<OOC: ;-) As a sig file from someone on the Caid list says:
All Women and All Irishmen are Born Mischevious
And Celtic Women are at least Double the Trouble>

>>><*And while we're on the subject, if someone should find it
>>>important to carrying off this cherade (sp?) to berate me, or even
>>>to strike me, I understand and won't hold it against you.*> She
>>>sends a grin to her comrads. <*Just don't get carried away. Just
>>>because I'm immortal doesn't mean I want to be beaten half to death
>>>;-).*>
>
>   Roland stop laughing very quickly.
>
>>Knytt shudders violently, as feelings of utter revulsion fill his
>>being.
>
>   Ditto, likewise, and what he said.
>   *Maybe, but I _will_...*
>   (OOC: VERY sore point, both IC and OOC...)

<OOC: Geez, I didn't realize I'd hit nerves like this. Appologies for
pushing any sensitive buttons. Maybe it's not a sore point with me
because I've been lucky enough not to have any abusive partners.

Anyway, like I said, Morgan will be understanding _IF_ it becomes
_NECESSARY_ to maintain our cover story. In the interests of other
peoples sensibilities, she'll grovel and cower at the least hint of
"punishment", thereby hopefully making it unecessary. And should
someone lay an unkind hand on her without a damn good reason, they'll
find out just how formidible a Gaelic warrior-woman can be! :-).>

<snip of the appearance of Byron>
>   (OOC: Okay, okay, I wanted to get _one_ damsel-in-
>distress scene in. So sue me. <G>)

<OOC: Oh, I'm sure you're get at least one chance to pull your
sword-sister's tukus out of the fire before this is over. ;-)>

>   Destroyer is still smiling, however, as Gaunt finishes
>regenerating. "Ah. Servants of this realm's dark lord.
>These two are his enemies. You know what to do, I am sure."
>   Roland snarls, summons his power and his sword, and
>turns-and finds himself facing his friends!
>   *Oh, grife...*
>   (OOC: Yes, I'm evil. Your point? <EG>)

<OOC: Point? What point? :-)

OK, I'll bite and ask the obvious dumb question: you are now looking
at "us", but are _we_ looking at _you_?>

Morgan  /|\
===========================
Date: Tue, 29 Apr 1997 22:28:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: fuzzy <fuzzy@wco.com>
Subject: OOC: Re: AAE: OOps! <g>
X-Mailing-List: <aae@kestrel.scs.uiuc.edu> archive/latest/858

On Tue, 29 Apr 1997, L.J. Wolfe wrote:
> <OOC: Geez, I didn't realize I'd hit nerves like this. Appologies
> for pushing any sensitive buttons. Maybe it's not a sore point with
> me because I've been lucky enough not to have any abusive partners.

<OOC: RL this one causes me problems too, But I'm very good at
Character Play, In Character It depends on whether or not some one
asks for help, Normally that is, right now He might not break cover.
:( >

> Anyway, like I said, Morgan will be understanding _IF_ it becomes
> _NECESSARY_ to maintain our cover story. In the interests of other
> peoples sensibilities, she'll grovel and cower at the least hint of
> "punishment", thereby hopefully making it unecessary. And should
> someone lay an unkind hand on her without a damn good reason,
> they'll find out just how formidible a Gaelic warrior-woman can be!
> :-).>

<OOC: Thank you!>

> <snip of the appearance of Byron>
>>   (OOC: Okay, okay, I wanted to get _one_ damsel-in-
>>distress scene in. So sue me. <G>)
> 
> <OOC: Oh, I'm sure you're get at least one chance to pull your
> sword-sister's tukus out of the fire before this is over. ;-)>

<OOC: every Hero is entitled to a Damsel-In-Distress Now and Then>

>>   Destroyer is still smiling, however, as Gaunt finishes
>>regenerating. "Ah. Servants of this realm's dark lord.
>>These two are his enemies. You know what to do, I am sure."
>>   Roland snarls, summons his power and his sword, and
>>turns-and finds himself facing his friends!
>>   *Oh, grife...*
>>   (OOC: Yes, I'm evil. Your point? <EG>)
> 
> <OOC: Point? What point? :-)

<OOC: Two, They hold-up his halo...> 
===========================
Date: Tue, 29 Apr 1997 22:40:29
From: "L.J. Wolfe" <ljwolfe@eee.org>
Subject: AAE: Where's the Galleria?
X-Mailing-List: <aae@kestrel.scs.uiuc.edu> archive/latest/859

At 09:35 PM 4/29/97 -0700, gamer@host.yab.com wrote:
>On Tue, 29 Apr 1997, L.J. Wolfe wrote:
>> <OOC: Now that we're getting a look around, does it look like we're
>> blending in, or should we be shopping for cloaks or some such?*>
>> 
> Clothes shopping probably would be a good idea. the clothing here 
>seems a mix of middle-eastern adn traditional medival/fantasy, though
>a few more modern touches can be seen on some of hte cybered folk. An
>orc wearing a trenchcoat and fedora, a group of humans in biker 
>leathers...

"Buffy" has been watching the passers by, and has come to a decision.
<*First chance we get to do some shopping, I'm looking for a guazi.*>
She senses several questions, and adds, <*It's traditional
middle-eastern belly-dance garb. Oh, stop it! Like that.*> She
mentally points out a street performer so attired, dancing to the
music of her partner's dumbek. <*Maybe the courtier I've been "loaned"
to would like to see me in something more attractive?*> She bats her
eyes flirtatiously while she sends a mischievious grin to Knytt.

<OOC: Now, before anyone's eyes pop out of their head, it's a very
fitted vest, sometimes but not always cut low like a bodice, and
reaching somewhere between the hips and knees. All one piece. The
sides are cut open to allow movement, but it's worn over a chemise and
whatever they call those loose-fitting pants. Not at all revealing,
but quite flattering. _Do not_ think "I Dream of Jeannie". I'm having
one made for me, since Caidian summers aren't really suited to
Highland garb. I know you SCA folk have seen them - I describe for the
others.>

Morgan  /|\
<who's having alltogether too much fun playing Buffy ;-)>


Oh, and then at 10:28 PM 4/29/97 -0700, fuzzy wrote:
>>>   (OOC: Yes, I'm evil. Your point? <EG>)
>> 
>> <OOC: Point? What point? :-)
>
><OOC: Two, They hold-up his halo...> 

<evil chuckles of agreement ;-)>
===========================
Date: Wed, 30 Apr 1997 07:58:28 -0400
From: Caprice <caprice@southeast.net>
Subject: Re: Aae-night scenes
X-Mailing-List: <aae@kestrel.scs.uiuc.edu> archive/latest/862

L.J. Wolfe wrote:
> Morgan clings to Knytt's arm, as much for comfort in the face of
> these atrocities as to keep up appearances. She attempts to look
> like she's interested in the occasional vender, like a child who'd
> like to stop and look but knows Mommy isn't going to let her.

While Morgan clings to Knytt, Mischief is clinging to Morgan's
shoulder. She sits there quite neatly, occasionally licking a paw, or
giving the wolves a suspicious glance. The mental commentary is
another thing.

* where is mommy? i want mommy? everything smells bad! why are you
wearing illusions? why won't you let me go to mommy? why do they look
scared of us? i'm a good kitten, they shouldn't be scared! is mommy in
trouble? *

And on and on in the way only a shaken youngling can....
===========================
Date: Wed, 30 Apr 1997 07:18:46
From: "L.J. Wolfe" <ljwolfe@eee.org>
Subject: Re: Aae-night scenes
X-Mailing-List: <aae@kestrel.scs.uiuc.edu> archive/latest/863

At 07:58 AM 4/30/97 -0400, Caprice wrote:
>While Morgan clings to Knytt, Mischief is clinging to Morgan's
>shoulder. She sits there quite neatly, occasionally licking a paw, or
>giving the wolves a suspicious glance. The mental commentary is
>another thing.
>
>* where is mommy? i want mommy? everything smells bad! why are you
>wearing illusions? why won't you let me go to mommy? why do they look
>scared of us? i'm a good kitten, they shouldn't be scared! is mommy
>in trouble? *
>
>And on and on in the way only a shaken youngling can....

Morgan tries to calm her small charge. <*Mommy's fine. She's helping
Xzerrion, and she wants you to stay with us for a while.*> On a
private channel to Caprice, <*Back me up here, Mommy? ;-)*>

<*I know this isn't a very nice place. Some of the people are bad, and
the others are scared of the bad ones. Fuzzy and Crow look like the
bad people so other people don't bother us.*> (OOC: BTW, I used
shape-change, not illusion, as did the wolves with my help, and Knytt
IIRC.)

She reaches up and scratches an ear. <*You're a very good kitten, and
they're not scared of you.*> Brainstorm. <*We're kind of playing a
game. Someone hid something in this place, and we're trying to find
it. All the people here want to stop us from finding it. You can help.
:-) If you see anyone coming at us that we don't see, or trying to
sneak up on us, tell us. Maybe you and Squee can have a contest to see
who can warn us first? But you have to be very quiet while you're
looking.*>

Morgan  /|\
<used to dealing with talkative younglings, and trying to give this
one something to think about to hopefully get her calmer and quieter
;-)>
===========================
Date: Wed, 30 Apr 1997 10:55:10 -0400
From: caprice <caprice@southeast.net>
Subject: Re: Aae-night scenes
X-Mailing-List: <aae@kestrel.scs.uiuc.edu> archive/latest/864

L.J. Wolfe wrote:
> Morgan tries to calm her small charge. <*Mommy's fine. She's helping
> Xzerrion, and she wants you to stay with us for a while.*> On a
> private channel to Caprice, <*Back me up here, Mommy? ;-)*>

Caprice sends, <I'm fine, Mischief... I need you to stay there and
help Morgan. After all, she just has the wolves to look after her.>
Mischief mentally scoffs, < silly wolfs! >

Privately to Morgan, Caprice apologizes, <Sorry Morgan... no offence
meant...>

> <*I know this isn't a very nice place. Some of the people are bad,
> and the others are scared of the bad ones. Fuzzy and Crow look like
> the bad people so other people don't bother us.*> (OOC: BTW, I used
> shape-change, not illusion, as did the wolves with my help, and
> Knytt IIRC.)
> 
> She reaches up and scratches an ear. <*You're a very good kitten,
> and they're not scared of you.*> Brainstorm. <*We're kind of playing
> a game. Someone hid something in this place, and we're trying to
> find it. All the people here want to stop us from finding it. You
> can help. :-) If you see anyone coming at us that we don't see, or
> trying to sneak up on us, tell us. Maybe you and Squee can have a
> contest to see who can warn us first? But you have to be very quiet
> while you're looking.*>

Mischief perks up at this. She begins to watch everything around
curiously, falling quiet. Well, mostly quiet. There's a soft purring
coming from her and the mental comment < clever mischief... >
===========================
Date: Wed, 30 Apr 1997 13:28:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: fuzzy <fuzzy@wco.com>
Subject: Objects and Objectives
X-Mailing-List: <aae@kestrel.scs.uiuc.edu> archive/latest/865

On Wed, 30 Apr 1997, Michael Jon Knight wrote:
> At 07:32 PM 4/29/97 -0700, fuzzy wrote:
>>
>>\On the other hand I think I see your point, That Sigil is
>>insidious.\
>>
>><OOC: Well, He has been useing it constantly for how long?>
> 
> <OOC: I had a feeling this morning that would be the root of the
> shrinking mode selecter.>

<OOC: Unfortunatly, Just Stopping use of the Sigil would put him even
further out of ballance in the other direction. As I understand it the
Sigil's influence gets stronger the longer it is in use. Right now His
Esper training in self-knowledge and the lens are what are helping him
resist, but this is a dynamic process. The Character is incorruptable
though his methods may drift.>

> <OOC: Alright, we got the G's back. C'mon L... ;) >

<OOC: Not too likely, He views Law as even more treacherous than Evil
:) >

<OOC: Suggestions for the appearance of Our Object of Power?>

\The guard Barracks should be South of us with the Temple District
Beyond that, If I remember Log's earlier comment correctly.\

We could be between the Barracks and the Temples, How would I know? ;)
That would be a good place for the Market Square... ;)

ttfn
  Fuzzy
       ---
  N  |  C  |  N  |  C  |
 G*E | G*E | E*G | E*G |
  C  |  N  |  C  |  N  |
Fuzzy Mode Select
===========================
Date: Wed, 30 Apr 1997 16:54:50 -0700 (PDT)
From: Paul Campbell <xzerrion@u.washington.edu>
Subject: Re: Aae-Uh Oh
X-Mailing-List: <aae@kestrel.scs.uiuc.edu> archive/latest/866

On Mon, 28 Apr 1997 gamer@host.yab.com wrote:
>  Xzerrion doesn't sense any guards on the other side of the door,
> not quite at least. there's a presense, but it seems to slip in and
> out of this plane rapidly.

All right ...

Xzerrion pulls out his house sigil for a particularly tricky bit of
magical work. While screening any magical radiation due to his
activities, he shifts into non-corporeal form and cautiously pokes his
head out the door, looking into the corridors of the complex for any
observers. Assuming an empty hall, he slips through and calmly unlocks
the door.
===========================
Date: Wed, 30 Apr 1997 17:06:01 -0700 (PDT)
From: Paul Campbell <xzerrion@u.washington.edu>
Subject: Re: Aae-night scenes
X-Mailing-List: <aae@kestrel.scs.uiuc.edu> archive/latest/867

On Tue, 29 Apr 1997 gamer@host.yab.com wrote:
<snip>
>   The officer was hurrying to the Iron One's antechamber when he 
> almost collided with the black Golem in the hall. "Sir, I was jsut 
> coming to report to you. I have emmisaries from the household
> Drisonel asked us to watch for. They await her word in room 315. I
> promised them they would not have to wait long, and I was not
> mistaken."
>  The Controller looks down on him with brightly glowing eyes. "No,
> you have done well. return to your duties. I will go see to their
> needs personally. Drisonel will be pleased with you."
>  The officer looks like he's about to protest, but then holds his 
> tounge at the last minute. "As Drisonel wishes."
>  The Controller makes his way down the hallways towards the room
> where Caprice adn Xzerrion were left. Long before he reaches the
> door, Xzerrion senses his apporach. A feeling of a conciousness, but
> not a life. Instead of a lie, there is only the cold feeling of
> metal, and hate.

< *Roland, we're moving. If you were planning some kind of distraction
to attract the Controller's attention, now might be a good time.*>

Xzerrion quickly slips out into the corridor and unlocks the door
before it's possible to be seen by the approaching Controller.

<* Caprice, I think being elsewhere might be a good thing. I was
planning on using those guards as a shortcut to the main complex and
maybe to stir up a bit of dissention in the troops, but I don't need
to meet up with the Controller face to face without any backup, as I'm
not one of our resident immortals. *>

Pausing to sense which direction the Controller is coming from,
Xzerrion moves quickly the other way, after re-locking the door and
leaving `permanent illusions' of himself and Caprice waiting
patiently.

<* That should delay things a bit. Those illusions can converse, and
should hold up unless they're actually touched. Let's move. *>
===========================
Date: Wed, 30 Apr 1997 20:11:29 -0400
From: Caprice <caprice@southeast.net>
Subject: Re: Aae-night scenes
X-Mailing-List: <aae@kestrel.scs.uiuc.edu> archive/latest/868

Paul Campbell wrote:
> Pausing to sense which direction the Controller is coming from,
> Xzerrion moves quickly the other way, after re-locking the door and
> leaving `permanent illusions' of himself and Caprice waiting
> patiently.
> 
> <* That should delay things a bit. Those illusions can converse, and
> should hold up unless they're actually touched. Let's move. *>

Caprice's clothing darkens to a shade just short of black, and she
follows Xzerrion silently.
===========================
From: gamer@host.yab.com
Date: Wed, 30 Apr 1997 17:40:48 -0700 (MST)
Subject: Re: Aae-night scenes
X-Mailing-List: <aae@kestrel.scs.uiuc.edu> archive/latest/869

On Wed, 30 Apr 1997, Paul Campbell wrote:
> Pausing to sense which direction the Controller is coming from,
> Xzerrion moves quickly the other way, after re-locking the door and
> leaving `permanent illusions' of himself and Caprice waiting
> patiently.
> 
> <* That should delay things a bit. Those illusions can converse, and
> should hold up unless they're actually touched. Let's move. *>

 Xzerrion and caprice disappear into the maze of stone corridors and
wooden doors a few minutes before The Controller arrives at the
room.The metal arm pulls back the bolt easily and opens the door to an
empty room. Camera Eyes flip through several energy spectrums until
they spot the flickering humanoid shapes of magic. "Tut Tut Xzerrion.
My eyes see with the truth of a camera, invisibility will not hide you
from..." Noting the lack of combatic responses from the forms, The
Controller moves into the room and reaches out for one of them. At his
touch, the magic pops like a bubble.
 The Controller whirls around, scanning every section and corner of
the room. Then he stands prefectly still as two compartments in his
chest open up. A dozen tiny cameras no larger than a finger come
flying out via tiny rockets. They all fly out the door and begin to
fan out down the hallways.
 
 The Controller pauses as he is abotu to knock on Matron Drisonel's
door to inform her of the arrival of the Army of Light and her enemy
Xzerrion. "Damn, they have escaped already, or so they think. I will
not be stayed so easily." The large robot pivots and marches down the
plain hall of the ancient castle.
===========================
Date: Wed, 30 Apr 1997 17:50:03
From: "L.J. Wolfe" <ljwolfe@eee.org>
Subject: Re: Aae-night scenes
X-Mailing-List: <aae@kestrel.scs.uiuc.edu> archive/latest/870

At 10:55 AM 4/30/97 -0400, caprice wrote:
>Caprice sends, <I'm fine, Mischief... I need you to stay there and
>help Morgan. After all, she just has the wolves to look after her.>
>Mischief mentally scoffs, < silly wolfs! >
>
>Privately to Morgan, Caprice apologizes, <Sorry Morgan... no offence
>meant...>

Morgan giggles though the link. <*Understood. None taken :-).*>

>Mischief perks up at this. She begins to watch everything around
>curiously, falling quiet. Well, mostly quiet. There's a soft purring
>coming from her and the mental comment < clever mischief... >

;-) (Best way to keep 'em from being a pain is make 'em feel useful.
And in this case, she _is_.)

Morgan  /|\
===========================
Subject: Re: AAE: OOps! <g>
Date: Thu, 1 May 97 00:01:18 +0100
From: Roland X <rolandx@ix.netcom.com>
X-Mailing-List: <aae@kestrel.scs.uiuc.edu> archive/latest/871

Quoth the Vampire Maller Buffy Morgan <G>:
>>   Destroyer is still smiling, however, as Gaunt finishes
>>regenerating. "Ah. Servants of this realm's dark lord.
>>These two are his enemies. You know what to do, I am sure."
>>   Roland snarls, summons his power and his sword, and
>>turns-and finds himself facing his friends!
>>   *Oh, grife...*
>>   (OOC: Yes, I'm evil. Your point? <EG>)
>
><OOC: Point? What point? :-)
>
>OK, I'll bite and ask the obvious dumb question: you are now looking
>at "us", but are _we_ looking at _you_?>

   Yep. I am in full 'Roland the superhero' regalia, complete with
spandex and a domino mask that wouldn't fool the Hazzard County police
(but, somehow, works perfectly on Champions-Earth).
   "Well? Is he not your enemy?" Destroyer says, his horrific visage
twisted into a smile.
   "EEYAH!" Roland cries, diving at Gaunt, who parries with the Brand.
The two duel furiously as Sil takes to the air.
   "Destroyer! Is this your idea of honor?" Silver taunts.
   "Honoring one's word is the hallmark of nobility. Honoring the
weaknesses of one's enemies is the height of folly." Destroyer's hand
gestures outward, and Silver dodges another magnetic trap.
   "They don't dare attack now, while I duel this one! Surrender,
Gaunt!" Roland thrusts.
   Gaunt parries easily. "You _are_ joking, of course. You may be the
better mentalist, but I am the superior duellist." He proves it by
getting under Roland's guard and, with Roland unarmored, leaves an
impressive gash in the immortal's abdomen.
   Roland pushes Gaunt away and backs off, wincing.
   Then Xzerrion, with timing to die for <g>, said:

>< *Roland, we're moving. If you were planning some kind of
>distraction to attract the Controller's attention, now might be a
>good time.*>

   *Oh, no...Xzerrion, I'm a little busy right-*
   Roland suddenly breaks into a wide smile.
   "Uh-oh..." Silver sighs.
   "Hey, Destroyer! TAG!" Roland slaps Destroyer's greathelm with the
flat of his blade. "You're it!"
   Roland teleports away.
   Destroyer snarls. "Fool! I can teleport to other GALAXIES!"
Destroyer, too, vanishes, Gaunt following in the hyperspace backwash.
   Silver folds her arms. "Typical. Left behind again..."
   The Underdark...
   Two driders look up in astonishment as Destroyer buzzes a Drow
city, blasting away at a dodging Roland. Gaunt floats behind them,
well out of the line of fire.
   "Come _on,_ Destroyer! Surely you're not going to let a little
superspeed get the best of you!" Roland laughs, dodging yet another
cosmic blast.
   "You would have been a general, fool," Destroyer snarls as he
continues to fire.
   Below them, Drow scramble for cover, fire arrows that bounce off
both sets of defenses, and more or less try to figure out what the
hell is going on.
   *Hey, Xzerrion! How's that for a distraction?*
===========================
Date: Thu, 1 May 1997 13:01:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: fuzzy <fuzzy@wco.com>
Subject: Re: AAE: OOps! <g>
X-Mailing-List: <aae@kestrel.scs.uiuc.edu> archive/latest/873

On Thu, 1 May 1997, Roland X wrote:
>    Silver folds her arms. "Typical. Left behind
> again..."

\Silver Duck, Lets play tag and through some real confusion around,
Someone 'guard' Buffy, Zap Tag no Real damage to each other with lots
of incidentel damage around the area\

"What ever that thing is, It must not reach the artifact before We do"

Zap a blast of energy Just misses the dodgeing Silver, demolishing a
nearby roof.

>    *Hey, Xzerrion! How's that for a distraction?*

\Urban Renewal Time\

ttfn
  Fuzzy
Effort             ---
  U  |  C  |  C  |  C  |  C  |  C  |  C  |  C  |  C  |  C  |  C  |
 G*U | G*N | G*N | N*N | E*N | N*N | G*N | N*N | E*N | E*N | E*U |
  U  |  N  |  N  |  N  |  N  |  N  |  N  |  N  |  N  |  N  |  U  |
Fuzzy Mode Resolution Select                                Sigil
U = Uncontested
===========================
Date: Thu, 01 May 1997 14:43:59
From: "L.J. Wolfe" <ljwolfe@eee.org>
Subject: Re: AAE: OOps! <g>
X-Mailing-List: <aae@kestrel.scs.uiuc.edu> archive/latest/874

At 01:01 PM 5/1/97 -0700, fuzzy wrote:
>\Silver Duck, Lets play tag and through some real confusion around,
>Someone 'guard' Buffy, Zap Tag no Real damage to each other with lots
>of incidentel damage around the area\

"Buffy" scowls, and the feeling in the link is that it's a good thing
that "guard" comment sounded facetious ;-).

>"What ever that thing is, It must not reach the artifact before We
>do"

<OOC: You asked earlier if anyone had ideas what that should be. How
about some relic, maybe an amulet or some such, of some increadibly
minor diety, with little or no value to anyone not a devotee of said
deity, and maybe not even to them?>

>Zap a blast of energy Just misses the dodgeing Silver, demolishing a 
>nearby roof.
>
>>    *Hey, Xzerrion! How's that for a distraction?*
>
>\Urban Renewal Time\

<*You guys get all the fun!*> Morgan sends, only half serious. Then
she gets an idea.

<*Mischief, want to play a game? You pretend to be scared and escape
from me, and I'll try to catch you.*> She sends a picture to the
kitten of the two of them scrambling around, knocking over stalls and
passers by and whatever else they encounter. <*Just promise to come
back to me when I "call" in our minds, OK?*>

An energy bolt hits the wall near Knytt and Morgan, and as he makes a
show of trying to protect her (valuable property on loan from Lord
Xzerrion, you know, ;-) wouldn't want to return her damaged) Mischief
leaps from Morgan's shoulder and heads for cover. "Kitty!" shrieks
"Buffy", and dives after the errant ball of fur. The wolves start
barking, adding to the confusion. <*Keep the link open, guys, so I'll
know when to retrieve Mischief. I can't hear a thing with all this
noise.*>

Morgan  /|\
<enjoying some activity after standing around looking dim all day>
===========================
Subject: Re: AAE: OOps! <g>
Date: Thu, 1 May 97 20:09:51 +0100
From: Roland X <rolandx@ix.netcom.com>
X-Mailing-List: <aae@kestrel.scs.uiuc.edu> archive/latest/875

>At 01:01 PM 5/1/97 -0700, fuzzy wrote:
>>\Silver Duck, Lets play tag and through some real confusion around,
>>Someone 'guard' Buffy, Zap Tag no Real damage to each other with
>>lots of incidentel damage around the area\

   *Who are you calling a duck, furball?* Sil asks, smiling as she
dodges, using anime leaps in lieu of her armor-jets.

><OOC: You asked earlier if anyone had ideas what that should be. How
>about some relic, maybe an amulet or some such, of some increadibly
>minor diety, with little or no value to anyone not a devotee of said
>deity, and maybe not even to them?>

   (OOC: LOL!)

>>Zap a blast of energy Just misses the dodgeing Silver, demolishing a
>>nearby roof.
>>
>>>    *Hey, Xzerrion! How's that for a distraction?*
>>
>>\Urban Renewal Time\
>
><*You guys get all the fun!*> Morgan sends, only half serious. Then
>she gets an idea.

   *You call this fun?* Sil asks, getting 'tagged' on one miniwing.
*Well, okay, it _is_ fun.*
   *I'm glad _someone_ does,* Roland sends from the Underdark, playing
a much more dangerous version...

>An energy bolt hits the wall near Knytt and Morgan, and as he makes a
>show of trying to protect her (valuable property on loan from Lord
>Xzerrion, you know, ;-) wouldn't want to return her damaged) Mischief
>leaps from Morgan's shoulder and heads for cover. "Kitty!" shrieks
>"Buffy", and dives after the errant ball of fur. The wolves start
>barking, adding to the confusion. <*Keep the link open, guys, so I'll
>know when to retrieve Mischief. I can't hear a thing with all this
>noise.*>

   *Okay, chaos is good. Now we have to make use of it. Roland, let me
know when you find Xzerrion and Caprice, okay? I'll-whoops-keep things
lively here until you can retrieve your armor.* Silver's holo-form
smiles again, obviously plotting.
   *Say Morgan, don't you think our headstrong immortal would be safer
with the rest of the group?*
===========================
Date: Thu, 1 May 1997 18:08:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: fuzzy <fuzzy@wco.com>
Subject: Re: AAE: OOps! <g>
X-Mailing-List: <aae@kestrel.scs.uiuc.edu> archive/latest/877

On Thu, 1 May 1997, Roland X wrote:
>>At 01:01 PM 5/1/97 -0700, fuzzy wrote:
>>>\Silver Duck, Lets play tag and through some real confusion around,
>>>Someone 'guard' Buffy, Zap Tag no Real damage to each other with
>>>lots of incidentel damage around the area\
> 
>    *Who are you calling a duck, furball?* Sil asks,
> smiling as she dodges, using anime leaps in lieu of
> her armor-jets.

\Hey if it Quacks Like a Duck, It must be either A Platypus or A Hero,
Take your choice... ;)\

>><OOC: You asked earlier if anyone had ideas what that should be. How
>>about some relic, maybe an amulet or some such, of some increadibly
>>minor diety, with little or no value to anyone not a devotee of said
>>deity, and maybe not even to them?>
> 
>    (OOC: LOL!)

(OOC: Actually I asked what it should look like... I've got it now.)

>    *You call this fun?* Sil asks, getting 'tagged'
> on one miniwing. *Well, okay, it _is_ fun.*
>    *I'm glad _someone_ does,* Roland sends from the
> Underdark, playing a much more dangerous version...
>    *Okay, chaos is good. Now we have to make use of
> it. Roland, let me know when you find Xzerrion and
> Caprice, okay? I'll-whoops-keep things lively here
> until you can retrieve your armor.* Silver's holo-
> form smiles again, obviously plotting.
>    *Say Morgan, don't you think our headstrong im-
> mortal would be safer with the rest of the group?*

\I'm glad all the by-standers in this city are well traind to take
cover in a hurry\

\I will be ready to unviel the artifact in about 5 miniutes.\

Fuzzy Continueing to zap at Silver while useing, Lens and Sigil to
forge something inside the chunk of Granite he is hiding behind, as
pieces get blown off of it.

ttfn
  Fuzzy
Effort                         ---
  U  |  C  |  C  |  C  |  C  |  C  |  C  |  C  |  C  |  C  |  C  |
 G*U | G*N | G*N | N*N | E*N | N*N | G*N | N*N | E*N | E*N | E*U |
  U  |  N  |  N  |  N  |  N  |  N  |  N  |  N  |  N  |  N  |  U  |
Fuzzy Mode Resolution Select                                Sigil
===========================
Date: Thu, 1 May 1997 22:23:07 -0500
From: Michael Jon Knight <mjknight@smartnet.net>
Subject: Re: AAE: OOps! <g>
X-Mailing-List: <aae@kestrel.scs.uiuc.edu> archive/latest/879

<OOC: Well, now that Morgan has a copy of this...guess I better send
it to the group like I intended all along.>

At 02:43 PM 5/1/97, Morgan wrote:
<smip>
>An energy bolt hits the wall near Knytt and Morgan, and as he makes a
>show of trying to protect her (valuable property on loan from Lord
>Xzerrion, you know, ;-) wouldn't want to return her damaged) Mischief
>leaps from Morgan's shoulder and heads for cover. "Kitty!" shrieks
>"Buffy", and dives after the errant ball of fur. The wolves start
>barking, adding to the confusion. <*Keep the link open, guys, so I'll
>know when to retrieve Mischief. I can't hear a thing with all this
>noise.*>
>
>Morgan  /|\
><enjoying some activity after standing around looking dim all day>

'Sean' acts startled, pulling 'Buffy' behind a low wall. Drawing a
blaster from his backpack, he fires 'wildly' at Sil. In actuality, he
is shooting where Silver was a few seconds before, destroying
clotheslines, awnings, dishes, fruit, pottery, and a thousand and one
other things that catch his eye. While 'Buffy' runs after Mischief,
Sil dips low over the crowd and 'Sean' continues to miss, blasting
holes in buildings, and in one instance, singeing the tip of a long
peacock-ish feather in a man's turbin. Crowds start to flood out of
the area, making any incoming Guard's progress dwindle down to a
snail's pace toward the commotion, and, in many instances, pushing
them away from the 'Battlezone'.
===========================
Date: Fri, 2 May 1997 00:04:36 -0400 (EDT)
From: Shadow <pookie@pluto.njcc.com>
Subject: Re: AAE: OOps! <g>
X-Mailing-List: <aae@kestrel.scs.uiuc.edu> archive/latest/880

On Thu, 1 May 1997, Michael Jon Knight wrote:
> 'Sean' acts startled, pulling 'Buffy' behind a low wall. Drawing a
> blaster from his backpack, he fires 'wildly' at Sil. In actuality,
> he is shooting where Silver was a few seconds before, destroying
> clotheslines, awnings, dishes, fruit, pottery, and a thousand and
> one other things that catch his eye. While 'Buffy' runs after
> Mischief, Sil dips low over the crowd and 'Sean' continues to miss,
> blasting holes in buildings, and in one instance, singeing the tip
> of a long peacock-ish feather in a man's turbin. Crowds start to
> flood out of the area, making any incoming Guard's progress dwindle
> down to a snail's pace toward the commotion, and, in many instances,
> pushing them away from the 'Battlezone'.

John, who has received absolutely none of this mental banter, stares
at his compatriots as if they were mad. After watching for a very
little while, he goes over to a nearby open air *ahem* restaurant, to
widely distort the meaning of the term. The people having wisely taken
cover inside, John begins to bang on the door. When no answer ensues,
he snarls in rage, blows the door to toothpicks, walks in and emerges
shortly followed by one extremely frightened servitor. Seating
himself, he proceeds to order drinks and a large platter of rather
tender looking meat. The servitor walks back out and calms,
*somewhat*, when she notices that any bolts and blasts about to hit
the restaurant vanish in a blue dazzle as they hit a ward. 

John picks at the meat, feeding himself without showing any features
or skin. However, he is balked when he goes to drink, finding the
robes annoyingly in the way. He stares at the offending beverage, then
pulls back his hood, revealing leonine features covered with a light
golden fur. His hands are also covered in fur, and the nails seem more
pointed and slightly longer as well. He takes a long pull at his
drink, then sits back to watch his friends play.

BTW, Eyes are the same color as before, but are now slitted and glow
in the dark the way a lot of animals do.
===========================
Date: Thu, 1 May 1997 22:46:15 -0700 (PDT)
From: fuzzy <fuzzy@wco.com>
Subject: Prep'ed and Ready
X-Mailing-List: <aae@kestrel.scs.uiuc.edu> archive/latest/882

On Thu, 1 May 1997, fuzzy wrote:
> On Thu, 1 May 1997, Roland X wrote:
>>>At 01:01 PM 5/1/97 -0700, fuzzy wrote:
>>><OOC: You asked earlier if anyone had ideas what that should be.
>>>How about some relic, maybe an amulet or some such, of some
>>>increadibly minor diety, with little or no value to anyone not a
>>>devotee of said deity, and maybe not even to them?>
>> 
>>    (OOC: LOL!)
> 
> (OOC: Actually I asked what it should look like... I've got it now.)

\It appears that the most worthless single object in this city is a
granite statue that has outlived even the memory of why it was made.\

Zap from behind the statue. ie Chunk of Granite.

\I will be ready when some fool is availible to take the artifact to
our opponents.\

> Fuzzy Continueing to zap at Silver while useing, Lens and Sigil to
> forge something inside the chunk of Granite he is hiding behind, as
> pieces get blown off of it.

ttfn
  Fuzzy
Effort                         ---
  U  |  C  |  C  |  C  |  C  |  C  |  C  |  C  |  C  |  C  |  C  |
 G*U | G*N | G*N | N*N | E*N | N*N | G*N | N*N | E*N | E*N | E*U |
  U  |  N  |  N  |  N  |  N  |  N  |  N  |  N  |  N  |  N  |  U  |
Fuzzy Mode Resolution Select                                Sigil
===========================
Date: Fri, 2 May 1997 01:33:46 -0500
From: Michael Jon Knight <mjknight@smartnet.net>
Subject: Re: Prep'ed and Ready
X-Mailing-List: <aae@kestrel.scs.uiuc.edu> archive/latest/883

At 10:46 PM 5/1/97 -0700, fuzzy wrote:
<snip>
>\It appears that the most worthless single object in this city is a
>granite statue that has outlived even the memory of why it was made.\
>
>Zap from behind the statue. ie Chunk of Granite.
>
>\I will be ready when some fool is availible to take the artifact to
>our opponents.\

'Sean', still enthusiasticly practising 'urban renewal', sends through
the link...

/Ok, this is the first thing that sprung to mind, so bear with me. We
need 'Triel' and fuzzy to verbally 'vouch' for the item, ie fuzzy
announcing his discovery to Triel, who will announce that we must keep
it away from our 'enemies' Sil and Roland. We will need Roland and Dr.
Disenfranchised or whatever he is back here to witness it. Then we
need Roland or Sil to go for the item and allow it to be intercepted
by one of the baddies, but not us. I am guessing Dr. Despot will want
to hang on to it, and we will have to cowtow to his power. When he
leaves, we get back to our mission. This means Xzerrion and Caprice
had better be gone before Roland and Dr. Diaperbin get here.
Meanwhile, we better keep up the front of being enemies. Sound good?
Let's just hope Dr. Dish-pan-hands buys the act./

As 'Sean' loads another clip into his blaster, he adds, /This is, of
course, assuming I actually have a grasp of the current situation and
am not totally lost by how rapidly this whole thing developed.../
===========================
Date: Thu, 1 May 1997 23:59:06 -0700 (PDT)
From: fuzzy <fuzzy@wco.com>
Subject: Re: Prep'ed and Ready
X-Mailing-List: <aae@kestrel.scs.uiuc.edu> archive/latest/884

On Fri, 2 May 1997, Michael Jon Knight wrote:
> As 'Sean' loads another clip into his blaster, he adds, /This is, of
> course, assuming I actually have a grasp of the current situation
> and am not totally lost by how rapidly this whole thing
> developed.../

\This is what I had in mind, when we are ready for it to happen,
Silver blasts the statue I'm hiding behind to dust, Revealing the
Artifact\
 
\When it is revealed, I yell I've got it, grab and run, Triel drops me
with her whip, I will modify the drow illusion to show proper damage.
and convulsively throw the artifact, Putting it up for grabs. Remember
these are drow.\ (OOC: See the story below.) \Whoever gets it will
probably head either for thier boss to turn it over, or to someplace
where they can examine it to see what they got.\
 
<OOC: When it is seen it is a 6" Black Cabochon 'Not Ebon, Obisian, or
Flint it is something else' set in a Lustrous Silvery Gray Metalic
Frame. Reflections from the frame seem to have depth. For those who
have seen pieces of 'Metalic' Silicon that is the frame>

\
The Story if any of you are forced to speak of it...
Or get it picked out of your mind...
 
 Generations ago a house mage of my line decyphered an ancient tome
pre-dating the sundering of the continent by eons.
 The tome told of the, legendary even then, loss of the Eye of
Darkness, the talisman that originally summoned the Dark Fyre to the
Forgotten Realms Alterverse and made it controlable.
 According to the tome the wielder of the Eye controls the full force
of the Dark Fyre. 
 
 After the loss of the Eye the Dark Fyre went rogue and eventually the
war between the Mage/Priests of the Dark Fyre and the Priestesses of
Lolth caused The Sundering. 
 
 Recently The House Mage spoke with a spirit that claimed the Eye had
been thrown thru a gate into this Realm, The House Mage is estimating
that to have happend about 500,000 years ago.
 
 The House Mage's covert Belief is that Wielding the Eye of Darkness
will give him enough Power to be able to Challenge Lolth Herself.
 
 The High Priestess Triel would Suspect the House Mage's Motives.
\
 
\This Fiction Brought to you by twisted the mind of Fuzzy, With thank
to the Maztica Trilogy of the Forgotten Realms Alterverse.\

\Which way works better? Opinions..., Other Suggestions?\

ttfn
  Fuzzy
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  L  |  L  |  N  |  L  |  L  |  N  |  C  |  C  |  N  |  C  |  C  |
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  U  |  N  |  N  |  N  |  N  |  N  |  N  |  N  |  N  |  N  |  U  |
Fuzzy Mode Select                                           Sigil
===========================
Date: Fri, 02 May 1997 01:12:22
From: "L.J. Wolfe" <ljwolfe@eee.org>
Subject: Re: AAE: OOps! <g>
X-Mailing-List: <aae@kestrel.scs.uiuc.edu> archive/latest/885

At 12:04 AM 5/2/97 -0400, Shadow wrote:
>John, who has received absolutely none of this mental banter, stares
>at his compatriots as if they were mad. After watching for a very
>little while, he goes over to a nearby open air *ahem* restaurant, to
>widely distort the meaning of the term. The people having wisely
>taken cover inside, John begins to bang on the door. When no answer
>ensues, he snarls in rage, blows the door to toothpicks, walks in and
>emerges shortly followed by one extremely frightened servitor.
>Seating himself, he proceeds to order drinks and a large platter of
>rather tender looking meat. The servitor walks back out and calms,
>*somewhat*, when she notices that any bolts and blasts about to hit
>the restaurant vanish in a blue dazzle as they hit a ward. 

Morgan notices this, and suggests to Mischief that she run toward the
man in the robes.

>John picks at the meat, feeding himself without showing any features
>or skin. However, he is balked when he goes to drink, finding the
>robes annoyingly in the way. He stares at the offending beverage,
>then pulls back his hood, revealing leonine features covered with a
>light golden fur. His hands are also covered in fur, and the nails
>seem more pointed and slightly longer as well. He takes a long pull
>at his drink, then sits back to watch his friends play.

Mischief leaps onto the table just as John pulls his hood back. Morgan
makes a grab for her, and she jumps into John's lap and hides in his
robes. "Buffy" stares at John, bites her lip in thought, then takes a
step closer.

"Excuse me, sir, may I have my kitten?" she asks timidly. When she
gets close enough, and is sure no one can hear, she says quietly in a
_much_ less air-headed voice (interspersed with "Buffy" cajoling
"Kitty" to come to her), "Don't worry, um, is it still 'John'? There
_is_ a method to our madness. If you have John's memories you should
have an idea what we're up to."

<*OK, Mischief, come on. It's time to go back and be with the
others.*> "Buffy" retrieves her kitten, says a quick "Thank you" as
she curtsies to John, and heads back toward Knytt. On the way she
gives Mischief a good ear-scratch. <*That was fun! You play that game
very well, Mischief. We'll have to play again sometime. Remember,
though, only play this when a grown-up says it's OK.*>

Morgan  /|\
<who can't help thinking "Vincent" every time she reads that
description of new-John's features ;-)>
===========================
Date: Fri, 2 May 1997 11:48:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: "K. Ohanlon" <bastet@u.washington.edu>
Subject: Re: Prep'ed and Ready
X-Mailing-List: <aae@kestrel.scs.uiuc.edu> archive/latest/892

On Thu, 1 May 1997, fuzzy wrote:
> \When it is revealed, I yell I've got it, grab and run, Triel drops
> me with her whip, I will modify the drow illusion to show proper
> damage. and convulsively throw the artifact, Putting it up for
> grabs. Remember these are drow.\ (OOC: See the story below.)
> \Whoever gets it will probably head either for thier boss to turn it
> over, or to someplace where they can examine it to see what they
> got.\

Crow, meanwhile has been doing her best to fire her hand-crossbow at
the places where Silver was a second ago. <*Ok, sounds like a workable
plan to me. Thanks for the explanation of why I have to strike with my
whip, though. While I may talk a good bluff as High Priestess bitch
queen, actually striking at someone could be a bit difficult unless I
know why. And I'll have to be very careful about how the whip
'strikes', because it isn't illusion. It's a real whip that I modified
and am animating through a localized use of my shape-shift abilities.
In other words, yes, it could actually do damage. But, with those
things in mind, ready when you are, my good mage.*>

> <OOC: When it is seen it is a 6" Black Cabochon 'Not Ebon, Obisian,
> or Flint it is something else' set in a Lustrous Silvery Gray
> Metalic Frame. Reflections from the frame seem to have depth. For
> those who have seen pieces of 'Metalic' Silicon that is the frame>

<OOC: Sounds rather pretty actually.>

> \This Fiction Brought to you by twisted the mind of Fuzzy, With
> thank to the Maztica Trilogy of the Forgotten Realms Alterverse.\
> 
> \Which way works better? Opinions..., Other Suggestions?\

<*As I said, sounds like a workable plan to me.*>

-Kelley, aka Crow.
===========================
Date: Fri, 2 May 1997 15:16:58 -0400 (EDT)
From: Shadow <pookie@pluto.njcc.com>
Subject: Re: AAE: OOps! <g>
X-Mailing-List: <aae@kestrel.scs.uiuc.edu> archive/latest/893

On Fri, 2 May 1997, L.J. Wolfe wrote:
> Mischief leaps onto the table just as John pulls his hood back.
> Morgan makes a grab for her, and she jumps into John's lap and hides
> in his robes.

John reaches into his robes and pulls out the kitten. He reaches over
to the plate of meat and pulls out a small bit. "Hello little one,
would you like a tidbit?," he pauses, "or how about," Here there is a
minor flash in his hand, "a radish?" 

> "Buffy" stares at John, bites her lip in thought, then takes a step
> closer. "Excuse me, sir, may I have my kitten?" she asks timidly.
> When she gets close enough, and is sure no one can hear, she says
> quietly in a _much_ less air-headed voice (interspersed with "Buffy"
> cajoling "Kitty" to come to her), "Don't worry, um, is it still
> 'John'? There _is_ a method to our madness. If you have John's
> memories you should have an idea what we're up to."

John looks off in the distance as he replies, "Yes, it's still John. I
know the purpose of this our mission but wasn't quite expecting..." He
waves his hands at the chaos ensuing around him. In a much louder
voice he continues, "Here you go, Madam," handing the kitten over as
he does so. 

> <*OK, Mischief, come on. It's time to go back and be with the
> others.*> "Buffy" retrieves her kitten, says a quick "Thank you" as
> she curtsies to John, and heads back toward Knytt. On the way she
> gives Mischief a good ear-scratch. <*That was fun! You play that
> game very well, Mischief. We'll have to play again sometime.
> Remember, though, only play this when a grown-up says it's OK.*>
> 
> Morgan  /|\
> <who can't help thinking "Vincent" every time she reads that
> description of new-John's features ;-)>

Paul
<who absolutely was _not_ thinking of "Vincent" when he wrote that
description, but now that the thought has been brought to mind, kinda
likes it. Just make the face a little sleeker(to go with the smaller
body type of John) and more handsome, and voila :^>
===========================
Date: Fri, 02 May 1997 12:17:33
From: "L.J. Wolfe" <ljwolfe@eee.org>
Subject: Re: Prep'ed and Ready
X-Mailing-List: <aae@kestrel.scs.uiuc.edu> archive/latest/894

At 11:48 AM 5/2/97 -0700, Triel wrote:
>On Thu, 1 May 1997, fuzzy wrote:
>> \This is what I had in mind, when we are ready for it to happen,
>> Silver blasts the statue I'm hiding behind to dust, Revealing the
>> Artifact\
<big snip>
><*As I said, sounds like a workable plan to me.*>

"Buffy" has made her way back to "Sean", and is now hiding behind him
and clutching Mischief. <*Sounds good to me. I'm staying out of things
if I can. Since I've kind of made myself an ace in the hole, I'll
maintain my cover story until I have a good reason to drop it.*>

Morgan  /|\
===========================
Date: Fri, 2 May 1997 12:23:02 -0700 (PDT)
From: fuzzy <fuzzy@wco.com>
Subject: Re: Prep'ed and Ready
X-Mailing-List: <aae@kestrel.scs.uiuc.edu> archive/latest/895

On Fri, 2 May 1997, K. Ohanlon wrote:
> On Thu, 1 May 1997, fuzzy wrote:
> Crow, meanwhile has been doing her best to fire her hand-crossbow at
> the places where Silver was a second ago. <*Ok, sounds like a
> workable plan to me. Thanks for the explanation of why I have to
> strike with my whip, though. While I may talk a good bluff as High
> Priestess bitch queen, actually striking at someone could be a bit
> difficult unless I know why. And I'll have to be very careful about
> how the whip 'strikes', because it isn't illusion. It's a real whip
> that I modified and am animating through a localized use of my
> shape-shift abilities. In other words, yes, it could actually do
> damage. But, with those things in mind, ready when you are, my good
> mage.*>

 \If the only way to make it look right draws blood, So Be It, My
Plan, My Price to Pay.\

>> <OOC: When it is seen it is a 6" Black Cabochon 'Not Ebon,
>> Obsidian, or Flint it is something else' set in a Lustrous Silvery
>> Gray Metalic Frame, Reflections from the frame seem to have depth.
>> For those who have seen pieces of 'Metalic' Silicon that is the
>> frame>
> 
> <OOC: Sounds rather pretty actually.>

<OOC: I thought so, and I've always been fond of the tales of
Illmarokin<sp?> in Finish Mythology>

> <*As I said, sounds like a workable plan to me.*>

<OOC: I will probably wait until about 6:PM (PDT) to give others a
chance to comment, or figure out what they will do then, while still
leaveing time for the first round of responses before kestrel goes
down for the weekend, Unless I see an opertunity that is just to
perfect to miss.>

ttfn
  Fuzzy
Effort                         ---
  G  |  G  |  N  |  G  |  G  |  N  |  E  |  E  |  N  |  E  |  E  |
 U*U | C*N | C*N | C*N | C*N | C*N | C*N | C*N | C*N | C*N | C*U |
  U  |  N  |  N  |  N  |  N  |  N  |  N  |  N  |  N  |  N  |  U  |
Fuzzy Mode Select                                           Sigil
===========================
Date: Fri, 02 May 1997 12:29:50
From: "L.J. Wolfe" <ljwolfe@eee.org>
Subject: Re: AAE: OOps! <g>
X-Mailing-List: <aae@kestrel.scs.uiuc.edu> archive/latest/896

At 03:16 PM 5/2/97 -0400, Shadow wrote:
>John looks off in the distance as he replies, "Yes, it's still John.
>I know the purpose of this our mission but wasn't quite expecting..."
>He waves his hands at the chaos ensuing around him. In a much louder
>voice he continues, "Here you go, Madam," handing the kitten over as
>he does so.

As she takes the kitten, Morgan grins and adds, <*We _do_ seem to have
a tendancy to make it up as we go along, don't we?*>

>> Morgan  /|\
>> <who can't help thinking "Vincent" every time she reads that 
>> description of new-John's features ;-)>
>
>Paul
><who absolutely was _not_ thinking of "Vincent" when he wrote that 
>description, but now that the thought has been brought to mind, kinda 
>likes it. Just make the face a little sleeker(to go with the smaller
>body type of John) and more handsome, and voila :^>

<OOC: All these handsome males, and me with a cover story that
practically _encourages_ flirting. _This_ could be _fun_!>

Morgan  /|\
<hmm, if Roland blushed a lot around _Morgan_, how's he gonna handle
_Buffy_? ;-)>
===========================
Date: Fri, 2 May 1997 15:44:53 -0400 (EDT)
From: Shadow <pookie@pluto.njcc.com>
Subject: Re: Prep'ed and Ready
X-Mailing-List: <aae@kestrel.scs.uiuc.edu> archive/latest/897

OOC: Ok, This bit I got mentally.

On Thu, 1 May 1997, fuzzy wrote:

> \This is what I had in mind, when we are ready for it to happen,
> Silver blasts the statue I'm hiding behind to dust, Revealing the
> Artifact\
> 
> \When it is revealed, I yell I've got it, grab and run, Triel drops
> me with her whip, I will modify the drow illusion to show proper
> damage. and convulsively throw the artifact, Putting it up for
> grabs. Remember these are drow.\ (OOC: See the story below.)
> \Whoever gets it will probably head either for thier boss to turn it
> over, or to someplace where they can examine it to see what they
> got.\

John sends out < While it is in the air, I'll blast it, ostensibly
toward the baddies, and impart my own little magical twist to it.
Namely, I'll make it a magical sink that absorbs any energies directed
directly at it. This will have no effect on anything directed at the
holder of the Artifact. Also, the Artifact will give off increasing
magical vibes as more and more energy is directed into it, as if it is
actually doing something. The spell will be dormant and undetectable
until someone sends energy into the artifact, at which time it
activates and is hidden by the energies being used to run it. The only
way to defeat the spell's masking effect is to send *mental grin*
nanomillithaums of energy into it.>
 
> <OOC: When it is seen it is a 6" Black Cabochon 'Not Ebon, Obisian,
> or Flint it is something else' set in a Lustrous Silvery Gray
> Metalic Frame. Reflections from the frame seem to have depth. For
> those who have seen pieces of 'Metalic' Silicon that is the frame>
> 
> \Which way works better? Opinions..., Other Suggestions?\

See above. It'll work with either way. And drive 'em even madder as it
actually does something. Just something with no purpose whatsoever.
===========================
Date: Fri, 2 May 1997 13:58:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: "K. Ohanlon" <bastet@u.washington.edu>
Subject: Re: Prep'ed and Ready
X-Mailing-List: <aae@kestrel.scs.uiuc.edu> archive/latest/898

On Fri, 2 May 1997, fuzzy wrote:
>  \If the only way to make it look right draws blood, So Be It, My
> Plan, My Price to Pay.\

<*Um, I don't think we'll have to do things that way. I was just
letting you know that I'm going to have to be real careful with my
aim, and warning you that you might get a bit hurt if I can't aim well
enough. And at worst, I'll heal you again as soon as it's safe to do
so.*>

<OOC: Why am I suddenly remembering my elven archer who's very good
with a bow, except in dire emergencies. My character made the mistake
of taking out the only cleric in the party during a very hectic fight.
It's called rolling a natural 1 for a complete fumble, and then
rolling a natural 20 for double-damage. :P The character's player was
very ticked at me for awhile, and still grumbles good-naturedly about
my aim every now and again. ;)>

>> <OOC: Sounds rather pretty actually.>
> 
> <OOC: I thought so, and I've always been fond of the tales of
> Illmarokin<sp?> in Finish Mythology>

<OOC: Hmm, one of the mythologies that I'm unfortunately not familiar
with.>

-Kelley, aka Crow.
===========================
Date: Fri, 02 May 1997 16:55:16 -0400
From: Caprice <caprice@southeast.net>
Subject: Re: AAE: OOps! <g>
X-Mailing-List: <aae@kestrel.scs.uiuc.edu> archive/latest/899

Shadow wrote:
> John reaches into his robes and pulls out the kitten. He reaches
> over to the plate of meat and pulls out a small bit. "Hello little
> one, would you like a tidbit?," he pauses, "or how about," Here
> there is a minor flash in his hand, "a radish?"

Miscief purrs, and attacks the radish, gnawing on it and making
ferocious noise... or noises that would be ferocious were they not
from a kitten.

*nice john. smell nice. nice to mischeif. purrrrrrrrr.*
===========================
Subject: Re: AAE: OOps! <g>
Date: Fri, 2 May 97 20:07:47 +0100
From: Roland X <rolandx@ix.netcom.com>
X-Mailing-List: <aae@kestrel.scs.uiuc.edu> archive/latest/901

>As she takes the kitten, Morgan grins and adds, <*We _do_ seem to
>have a tendancy to make it up as we go along, don't we?*>

  *Tell me about it,* Roland comments dryly as the firefight in Drow
City reaches street level.

   <snip>
><OOC: All these handsome males, and me with a cover story that
>practically _encourages_ flirting. _This_ could be _fun_!>
>
>Morgan  /|\
><hmm, if Roland blushed a lot around _Morgan_, how's he gonna handle
>_Buffy_? ;-)>

   *Stay far, far away from the party. Sword-sister.*
   *Spoilsport,* Sil replies with a mental laugh, diving for cover and
'vanishing' (actually, it's a holographic camouflage program) as the
armor returns to its normal shape. *Don't worry, Morgan, he'll be
rejoining the group soon.* 'Silver Phoenix' fades back into the spirit
realm, reconnecting to Roland.
   Elsewhere...
   *Xzerrion?* Roland fires a bolt of energy at Destroyer and flies
back as the return blast takes out the entire building Roland was
hiding behind. *Sweet mother of LIGHT! Xzerrion, tell me you've got
your distraction!* Roland kicks in the hyperspeed and rockets into the
twisting alleyways around him...
   TBC (I hope!)
===========================
Date: Fri, 2 May 1997 18:11:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: fuzzy <fuzzy@wco.com>
Subject: Objects, and Tricks
X-Mailing-List: <aae@kestrel.scs.uiuc.edu> archive/latest/904

\Final Bit being done now.\
 
Effort                                           ---
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  U  |  N  |  N  |  N  |  N  |  N  |  N  |  N  |  N  |  N  |  U  |
Fuzzy Mode Resolution Select                                Sigil
 
\Oooh Shit, I slipt..., well no harm done..\
 
 
\Ok, I'm Ready, Silver if you could blast this statue to dust
please...\ 
 
"I've Got It!" Fuzzy turns to run... 
 
Priestess Triel's Whip Comes from behind and whips him to the ground
in convulsions ...
 
Fuzzy Spasms throwing the Artifact High and Wide...
 
Dark Fuzzy is ready for John's addition...
 
>From pookie@pluto.njcc.com Fri May  2 13:27:17 199
 
> John sends out < While it is in the air, I'll blast it, ostensibly
> toward the baddies, and impart my own little magical twist to it.
> Namely, I'll make it a magical sink that absorbs any energies
> directed directly at it. This will have no effect on anything
> directed at the holder of the Artifact. Also, the Artifact will give
> off increasing magical vibes as more and more energy is directed
> into it, as if it is actually doing something. The spell will be
> dormant and undetectable until someone sends energy into the
> artifact, at which time it activates and is hidden by the energies
> being used to run it. The only way to defeat the spell's masking
> effect is to send *mental grin* nanomillithaums of energy into it.>
 
John's Spell Links with others waiting for it, Providing the Charge
Accumulator functions, Given the set of spells now on this artifact,
It is no longer modifiable, as the attempt will just pump the Charge,
and hitting it with enough energy to destroy it will just trigger it.
 
\OooHhh Shiiit, Now what...\
 
...
 
\Each attempt to activate, blast, or Scan the artifact will cause the
stone to glow Black starting at the outer edge and working inward as
an indicator of how close to activation charge it is, When the whole
stone glows it will activate.\
 
\Well, When they channel enough power into it, It Will Activate, There
is about 1 oz of metalic Hydrogen in the heart of this thing, and when
there is enough stored energy it goes !BOOOOM! 'about 10 kt yield'.
and even scanning it just pumps the charge without revealing
structure\
 
\This is Not what I Intended. But at least it will take a lot of
energy to set it off. Say a life sacrifice or equivalent energy over a
period of time.\
 
<OOC: Can you say Magicaly powered Implosion triggered H-Bomb Satchel
Charge.>
 
\Evidently my darkside really hates Lanish, That thing will actively
drain to a husk any Lanish that touches it. should take a few dozen
Lanish minimum to reach activation level.\
 
 <OOC: Fuzzy would not be very suprised Triel's beats him half to
death for this idiocy, He would even accept it as part of his price.>
 
With Major Effort, dropping everything except shields and the
illusion.
  Fuzzy
Effort ---
  L  |  L  |  N  |  L  |  L  |  N  |  C  |  C  |  N  |  C  |  C  |
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  U  |  N  |  N  |  N  |  N  |  N  |  N  |  N  |  N  |  N  |  U  |
Fuzzy Mode Resolution Select                                Sigil
===========================
Date: Fri, 02 May 1997 22:23:07
From: "L.J. Wolfe" <ljwolfe@eee.org>
Subject: Re: Objects, and Tricks
X-Mailing-List: <aae@kestrel.scs.uiuc.edu> archive/latest/909

At 06:11 PM 5/2/97 -0700, fuzzy wrote:
<snip>
>Priestess Triel's Whip Comes from behind and whips him to the ground
>in convulsions ...

"Buffy" screams, just to add to the effect <and to give me something
to post ;-)>.

> <OOC: Fuzzy would not be very suprised Triel's beats him half to
> death for this idiocy, He would even accept it as part of his
                         ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
> price.>

<OOC: Watch it, Fuzzy, I made a comment like that and people jumped
all over it ;-).>

Morgan  /|\
===========================