Action, Adventure, Excitement, Part 3 Chapter 31 Date: Mon, 8 Sep 1997 17:07:43 -0700 (PDT) Subject: AAE III: Playing catch-up (really long!) On 8 Sep 1997 16:40:08 In Message # 00001331 Roland X said: (OOC: We're assuming that the Lensdragon has been stabilized by now & we're free to play ' reinforcements.' Looks like the CAoL needs it, too. ) >On 5 Sep 1997 16:58:31 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00001265 > gamer@host.yab.com said: > >> On 5 Sep 1997 07:29:01 PDT In Message # 00001238 >> "Caprice Davis" said: >> Caprice waits for any protests or last minute preperations. Then >> she focuses.... To those in the teleport, it feels like nothing in >> particular. One moment they are standing in the room, the next, in >> the hall of the dungeons. There is no magical radition from the >> teleport what so ever. Roland smiles. *Sweet bit of hyperport, Caprice.* He and Morgan continue to monitor the advance team through Roland's ESP and the psi-link, prepared to become the cavalry. Sil, in a truly surreal scene, is cleaning the chain-gun that protrudes from her back when extended. > As the group teleports into the dungeons, their body heat activates >the guardians the Controller had placed there. Silently, from their >nooks and alcoves the move nad begins aiming an assortment of >weapondry at the group as they watched the two images through >thermographic imaging. > In the muzzleflashes they can barely be seen, but they appear to be >Drow with heavy Cybernetic enhancements. (OOC rememerbe those dead >Drow from Zag the Controllergathered? ) Roland's eyes refocus and he and Morgan look at each other, wearing their 'let's play' smiles. "Cavalry," they say in unison. Sil sighs and the chaingun retracts. Morgan offers Roland her hand. Roland takes it, concentrates, and the cavalry appears in the dungeon. Roland takes one look at the cyborgs and slaps his 'Cosmic Boy' symbol. Soon, several Drow are magnetized to one another. "Heh," Roland says, looking at the trenchcoat-over-Legion-uniform outfit he wears. "Just like old times." He looks at Morgan and smiles. "Well, mostly." >On 7 Sep 1997 13:03:27 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00001303 > gamer@host.yab.com said: > > Xzerrion gets the cells open, the little girl sits in the middle of >her cell crying with fright. Miles crouches low in a combat stance in >the darkest corner of his own cell, sharpened bone in his hand like a >dagger. As he unlocks Shiela's cell, she finally shows some sign of >sentience, leaping up from the bed she sits on and drawing a glowing >broadsword from it's scabbard. "DIE WITCH!!!!" She scream and swings >the sword at Xzerrion. it cuts through the steel bars like they were >made fo string and comes far too close to his head for comfort. Seeing that Roland and the others have the battle temporarily under control, Morgan goes to the child. She attempts to comfort her, taking the opportunity to do the afore-mentioned sentience scan. Meanwhile, the Cosmic Roland has a full platoon of Drow well in hand. He contemplates working on his modern sculpture skills. Suddenly, a cloud of dark ribbons appears, apparently flowing around a human figure. "Having fun, little psion?" Roland is so startled that the magnetized Drow fall to the ground. "What the-?" His question is cut off as the Shadow Brand protrudes from the shroud of darkness and a bolt of mystic energy lances out at the Freelance Immortal. Roland is pushed back a few steps, then snarls and his hand presses the golden phoenix on his belt. The 'superhero' version of Blaze forms, and the familiar blue-and-gold caped warrior appears, sword in hand. "Thorne, I presume. Cute sword." Morgan senses the change in her beloved's aspect, but stays in the cell for the moment, monitoring the situation. "It came to me, Phoenix-whelp. We are united in hate. We will devour you, and destroy your precious world of order!" Thorne's eyes glow with blood-red hate through the ribbon- shroud. "You are nothing to me now!" Another bolt flies from the Shadow Brand. Roland holds up his hand, and a forcefield deflects the attack. Thorne howls in fury, his revenge denied. "Don't bet on it." The psion and the necromancer glare at each other for a moment, each taking the measure of the other. <*Would ye like some assistance, beloved?*> Morgan sends. Roland smiles wickedly. "Thorne? There's someone I want you to meet..." Morgan steps into the corridor, standing just behind and slightly to one side of Roland, her hand resting lightly on her 'belt dagger.' "Doctor Adrian Thorne, Lady Morgan Greywolf. My love, the slightly annoying minor necromancer, Adrian Throne," Roland chuckles. "No," Thorne whines, almost pouting as he backs away in fear. It is obvious to all that he can sense considerable magic around Morgan. "It's not fair! I can beat you now!" "Not on your best day," Roland laughs, "but I really don't have time to deal with you jus-" > From his tower, The Controlelr sees this through the eyes of his >drones and opens an x-window... > > Xzerrion backs up slightly when an X-Window appears behind him and a >hand reaches out from it grabbing him by the back of the throat and >lifitng him off the ground. teh Controller's cold metalic voice seems >even more ominous in the sudden silence as even Shiela stops her >assault. "So The army of Light comes at last. You were expected so >much earlier perhaps you are all getting slow in your old age. no >Matter. now we are at Endgame. You _WILL_ summon the Harlequin God, >or else I will incinerate this one's head as I did the one you call >Knytt. I have kileld one of you already, do you think another will be >much of a porblem?" "Oh, bloody nass," Morgan and Roland say in unison. > Driss can;t hide the pain in his soul as those words cut through him >like a razor sharp knife. Fianlly his whispers. "W-what do you want?" > The Cotnroller chuckles. "Your power. Starfire. Was shiela ever >impressed by power? Do you htink she would enjoy being betrothed to a >god? if you keep the power you risk losing her anyways. This way it >can all return to how it was. You can be together again. You can >settle down and leave your past behind you and spend the rest of your >mortal lives in blissful happiness." Roland wants to shout to Dris to defy the cyborg, but knows full well what _his_ answer would be were he in the Godling's place, and can say nothing... Sensing this, Morgan sends him a hug. > Driss removes his mask, and she sees shock in Shiela's eyes. He >knows the Controlelr is right. she would never be happy wed to a God. >And Yet could he give up the intoxicating power? he drew out the >glowing stone on its mithril chain aroudn his neck and fingered it >thoughfully. Then suddenly he yanks of hte chain snapping it and >throws the stoen to The Controller's feet. "Oh bloody NASS!" Morgan and Roland say again... > And as the Gods lay broken adn beaten the Controller's smile only >seems to grown and grow. "Quaren has fallen, but I will not be >satiisfied with the taste of the water. I must possess the Well >too!!" Roland swallows, summons his courage, and prepares to do battle with a god... ...only to find Adrian Thorne in his path. Roland can only stare. "Are you MAD?!" "Like a fox," Thorne smiles. "What would a power like that give to one who aided him?" "Death," Roland sighs, and prays. >On 7 Sep 1997 14:19:38 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00001304 > gamer@host.yab.com said: > > The Controller looks at Joe, Xzerrion, Caprice/legion, Driss, Shiela >and Miles. (OOC: And Roland, Morgan, Thorne and Sil, since they were in the dungeons too.) > The Young Morgan is nowhere in sight. "Hmmm this is far too small >an audience to witness my conquest fo the multiverse!" Suddenly the >rest of the CAoL arrive including the Stardragon. Aso present are >Drisonel and her minions, Jadis, Gruber and anyone else anyone wants >to show. ;-) KnightMare watches from a Shadow Fighter, its insect-like eyes locked on to what happens next... > The Controlelr smiled. I figured it out when I was studying magic >trying to understand it. this is my first real attempt at it and I am >glad I did it so well. The basis is in Voodoo, using a personal >article of someone's to affect them. in this case, I use a part of >you. The Starfire gem. You are mine now chaos. *I* am your lord and >master. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" "He's insane," Sil sighs. The Pattern-spirit kisses Roland on the cheek, then the cyborg body shuts down as she goes... somewhere else... > Chaos gave a high pitched cry, adn then proceeded to fall over >seemingly unconcious on the grass. As the sky shattered yt further >adn the winds seemed to treaten to rip everythign they touched to >pieces, the Controller's evil laugh seemed to rise up above it all. "OH BLOODY NASS!!!" Morgan and Roland say... > "Show yourself! What should they write on your tomb?" > *I am Order. And thsi will end. NOW.* > The presense becomes stronger, and light seems to hang in midair, >formless yet every shape at once. *You have destroyed the Balance >Controller. And I can not allow it. You have forced me to act. Now >see just what power order does wield.* The cyborg warrior's eyes open again. "Sorry about that, folx," Sil says to the pair of immortals, "I just had to talk to my boss for a bit." > Chaos and the Starfire gem vanish and flesh becomes metal once more. >The Audience are sent back to where they were taken from. Shiela >returns to the past, to die as she was ment to. Driscoll returns to >his realm, Starfire once more in his possession. Xzerrion, Joe, >Caprice, and Miles find themselves back in the dungeon facing the >Controlelr Drones and remaining Drow Cyborgs. Thorne cringes again, the god he would have joined with undone. "You would not fight dishonorably, would you, Phoenix warrior?" Roland sneered. "You have all the honor 'a necromancer like you ever needs,' remember?" Roland advances, and Morgan flanks on the telepathic cue... ...and Thorne vanishes into his bane-shroud. "Gutless little weasel, isn't he?" Morgan says. >On 7 Sep 1997 14:27:41 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001305 > fuzzy said: > >> On 7 Sep 1997 14:19:38 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00001304 >> gamer@host.yab.com said: > >> OK, butt kicking time people. ;-) (OOC: With PLEASURE. ) Roland and Morgan look around at the Controller drones and smile wickedly. Seconds later, the two immortals are cleaning their swords of oil and lubrication fluid... >{One Second Warning} > >\Well, That was a blast...\ > >\On your Marks, Get Set...\ Morgan looks at Roland. "The pulse won't affect any of our powers, will it?" Roland frowns. "My EM powers should be fine, and you don't have anything that the Goldeneye will affect, but..." Roland and Morgan lock eyes. "SIL!" > On 8 Sep 1997 11:30:25 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001314 > fuzzy said: > >High overhead three nuclear devices detonate sending magnetic >shockwaves flowing towards the ground, from the center of the the >fireballs a total of seven hundred gammalasers reach out... In desperation, Roland turns, shifts back to Cosmic Roland form, and throws out his hands. A magnetic bubble forms around Sil's cybernetic body. >Secondary fireballs form in orbit as Gammalasers intersect in pieces >of orbital harware each beam knocking electrons loose, a storm of >Alpha and Beta particle reaction destroying circuitry, where the >beams intersect the reaction becomes even more insane as, normally >stabile elements are smashed into sub-atomic vapor, exploding like >small Matter/Energy granades, compleating the distruction of the >satalites The blast wave gives the body Roland wears a monster headache...and washes harmlessly over the body Sil now wears. Sil smiles with gentle pride at the Freelance Immortal. "That was a sweet gesture, hon, but the blast only would have taken out the _body._ ItX doesn't believe in spirits." Roland winces. "D'oh!" =========================== Date: Mon, 8 Sep 1997 17:07:59 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE: Behind Closed Doors On 8 Sep 1997 16:42:05 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001332 "P. Campbell" said: On Sat, 6 Sep 1997, Caprice Davis wrote: > Argent shoots Ak'hasta a look... but thanks to her unreadable > expression it could mean anything from 'try to be polite' to 'don't > make me laugh in their faces, I'm having a hard enough time as is.' Ak'hasta returns the look silently. > (OOC: Which one would you bet on? ;) ) =========================== Date: Mon, 8 Sep 1997 17:08:08 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE: Behind Closed Doors On 8 Sep 1997 16:50:33 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001333 "P. Campbell" said: On Sat, 6 Sep 1997, Caprice Davis wrote: > Once the captains have left, he draws up a list of possible targets > for assassaination, sabotague, and spying, with occasional queries > to Ak'hasta about where Drisonel would be likely to target. then > querying the slender man in brown and Argent, he draws up a second > list, matching the abilities of certain freelancers to the positions > before handing the list to his second to be implemented. Argent's > name appears no where on the list. Ak'hasta considers the question about Drisonel for a few minutes. `I can think of two possibilities. First, she may avoid Diblis entirely, instead striking at Darath the Black and the Golem in Misern, as well as getting the chance to confront her old enemy Xzerrion there. If she does that, and is successful, you can expect her to take a couple weeks to consolidate her power, then move on Diblis with a large-scale army of Drow and undead. If she instead chooses to try to get revenge against others who thwarted her here, you can expect an elite strike team to arrive near the Assassins Guild headquarters.' > "Argent, I wish you to remain at the guild for now. I will want to > talk with you after I have dealt with the negotiations and other > buisness." > > Argent nods, "Of course..." And watches as the guildmaster and the > others leave. She murmurs to Ak'hasta, "I have rooms here..." She > leads the way, silent until they are safely behind the closed doors > of her room. Ak'hasta follows silently, watching to be sure they are not followed, and old drow habit. =========================== Date: Mon, 8 Sep 1997 17:08:17 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: The Fate of Darath the Black On 8 Sep 1997 17:01:38 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001334 fuzzy said: > Darath teh Black comes forth, stepping through a wall and walking > on the air a hundred feet above to ground towards Fuzzy. He can be > heard chuckling as he comes. "So yet another upstart thinks that a > few parlor tricks can cow the great Darath. But you face not a man, > but a God among men. You speak of sending me to Diswan, but I am > afraid his cool calming touch will never find you to save you from > the pain of death. Instead you will serve me in eternal torment." '\#That Remains to be Seen, It seems you are not above a Few Parlor Tricks of your own. O fool who Plays at being A God, Know that even Gods may Die. Come Down and Die little Worm, You have wandered Far from your Grave. You need not Fear for Me, My Grave shall never be seen by Mortal Flesh.#\' =========================== Date: Mon, 8 Sep 1997 18:06:28 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: Aae-Balance in all things On 8 Sep 1997 18:01:21 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001335 fuzzy said: > On 8 Sep 1997 16:39:18 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00001329 > gamer@host.yab.com said: > > But he appears in the Hospital under one of the beds. > TBC ;-) "Greetings, What is your Medical Emergency? "This Facility Operates under A Peace of Arms, Offer no Harm to anyone, And you will not be harmed, Violate the Term of this Peace and the Wardens will deal with you." ttfn The Hospital Greeting System. =========================== Date: Mon, 8 Sep 1997 18:51:24 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 - Musings of a Cat... On 8 Sep 1997 20:43:16 -0500 In Message # 00001336 Michael Jon Knight said: > On 8 Sep 1997 16:24:56 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00001328 > gamer@host.yab.com said: > >> On 8 Sep 1997 08:40:49 -0500 In Message # 00001312 >> Michael Jon Knight said: >> >> /Pyewackett? What are you muttering about back there?/ >> >> *Uh, nothing, just trying to decide what to have at the victory >> feast.* >> >> /Well, let's win first, ok?/ >> >> *Luck is on our side. We can't lose.* Pyewackett's "grin" was >> Cheshire cat for certain. > > *Why yes I am. Knytt isn;t the only one with a grudge to bear here* *Forgot where I was for a moment.* the cat replies to the voice, *And you would be?* =========================== Date: Mon, 8 Sep 1997 19:35:44 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: Aae-Balance in all things On 8 Sep 1997 21:24:05 -0500 In Message # 00001337 Michael Jon Knight said: > On 8 Sep 1997 16:39:18 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00001329 > gamer@host.yab.com said: > But then the screens flicker and something new comes up: > UN SPACEY CONTROL PERAMITERS BREECHED. SHUTTING DOWN. > BOOTING.... > K.A.O.Z DRIVER SYSTEM SUCCESSFULLY INSTALLED. "Oh Jeez, not now...." > All controls return to normal and a small rectangular light flahses >on and off as a voice speaks in their heads. > "Welcome Michael. I am Kaoz Industries Two Thousand but you may call >me Kitt for short. Let's kick some Controller butt." Knytt's face darkens as much from Chaos' violently bad taste as from his presense. Pyewackett places a paw on his shoulder. "Work WITH Randomness, not AGAINST it." "Fine. But the name is KNYTT." > The Controlelr sees he losses control before Knytt crashes and >decided to move to battle to his own terms. Opening an X-window he >dashes through... >TBC ;-) > OOC: what? Is someone REALLY going to tell Chaos to stay the hell >away from this??? hehehehe he doesn't like being made to sit in one >place by anyone! ;-) "Great, he got away. And I didn't see where he went. You want me to work with the Randomness? Fine!" Knytt nearly ripped the cover off the teleport controls, covered his eyes and stabbed randomly at the keys. Slamming the cover closed, they teleported. =========================== Date: Mon, 8 Sep 1997 19:35:58 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 - Musings of a Cat... On 8 Sep 1997 21:27:50 -0500 In Message # 00001338 Michael Jon Knight said: > On 8 Sep 1997 20:43:16 -0500 In Message # 00001336 > Michael Jon Knight said: > >*Forgot where I was for a moment.* the cat replies to the voice, *And >you would be?* Ignore this...you answer it soon enough. And, I didn't mean to send it anyway. Doh! =========================== Date: Mon, 8 Sep 1997 19:51:43 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: The Fate of Darath the Black On 8 Sep 1997 20:03:03 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00001339 gamer@host.yab.com said: On Mon, 8 Sep 1997, fuzzy wrote: > > '\#That Remains to be Seen, > It seems you are not above a Few Parlor Tricks of your own. > > O fool who Plays at being A God, > Know that even Gods may Die. > > Come Down and Die little Worm, > You have wandered Far from your Grave. > > You need not Fear for Me, > My Grave shall never be seen by Mortal Flesh.#\' Darath the Black laughs to Fuzzy as he looks down teh tip of his greatsword at him. "You speak bravely of the grave. perhaps you should try one on for size now BEFORE you die!" Hands begin to reach up from the ground around Fuzzy, grabbing at his ankles and trying to pull him into the suddenly soft sand. =========================== Date: Mon, 8 Sep 1997 19:51:52 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE III: Playing catch-up (really long!) On 8 Sep 1997 20:07:56 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00001340 gamer@host.yab.com said: The Morgan clone is sentient, to the level of infancy. it's a completely clean slate. =========================== Date: Mon, 8 Sep 1997 19:52:00 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 - Musings of a Cat... On 8 Sep 1997 20:10:27 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00001341 gamer@host.yab.com said: > On 8 Sep 1997 20:43:16 -0500 In Message # 00001336 > Michael Jon Knight said: > > *Forgot where I was for a moment.* the cat replies to the voice, > *And you would be?* *Call me Kitt for now.* A mental Cheshire grin sends a shiver up Pyewackette's spine as he recognises the face of Chaos. =========================== Date: Mon, 8 Sep 1997 20:07:06 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: The Fate of Darath the Black On 8 Sep 1997 19:56:56 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001343 fuzzy said: On Mon, 8 Sep 1997 gamer@host.yab.com wrote: > > Darath the Black laughs to Fuzzy as he looks down teh tip of his > greatsword at him. "You speak bravely of the grave. perhaps you > should try one on for size now BEFORE you die!" > Hands begin to reach up from the ground around Fuzzy, grabbing at > his ankles and trying to pull him into the suddenly soft sand. '\#Perhaps I will, But not today.#\' Fuzzy's Lens and The Hilt of his Sword Flare in unison as he sweeps the tip of the Sword Around himself Fuzing the sand Below his feet into a solid Plate of Glass an inch thick Touching the trapped Hands with the Sword tip Fuzzy wills the Breaking of the Enchantment. '\# If you will fight only through these Pawns, Why should I bother to face you alone?#\' Direct to The StarDragon \If that does not get him to come down and Fight, We may need to force the Issue... Be ready with the Solar effect.\ =========================== Date: Mon, 8 Sep 1997 20:07:17 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: Aae-Balance in all things On 8 Sep 1997 20:25:08 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00001344 gamer@host.yab.com said: > On 8 Sep 1997 21:24:05 -0500 In Message # 00001337 > Michael Jon Knight said: > > HoverCyclone. Like I didn't get enough of this in junior high, high > school, college, everytime someone takes a check... :p This is for > the Aluminum Arse comment, isn't it?> (OOC: I couldn't resist. it fit with Chaos's sense of humor SOOOOoo Well and I needed something to counteract The Controller's attempts at the most logical attack, turing your Cyclone against you. ;-) ) >> The Controlelr sees he losses control before Knytt crashes and >>decided to move to battle to his own terms. Opening an X-window he >>dashes through... > > "Great, he got away. And I didn't see where he went. You want me to > work with the Randomness? Fine!" > > Knytt nearly ripped the cover off the teleport controls, covered his > eyes and stabbed randomly at the keys. Slamming the cover closed, > they teleported. EXTISTENCIAL TRACKING SYSTEM ENGADGED. TRACKING....TRACKING... X-WINDOW CORRIDOR LOCATED. WARPING. The Hover Cyclone appears in the middle of world war three as the lasers missiles and autocannons open fire in the tomb, but the shots seem to hit some sort of energy field and deflet back at the cannons. Soon it is silent again and the holo-Controller flickers adn shuts off. IMPROBABILITY SHIELDING INTACT. E.T.S. RE-ENGADGED. TRACKING. TRACKING. X-WINDOW CORRIDOR LOCATED. WARPING. The hovercycle appears inside the hospital in Dibis 10 feet away from The Controller. Seeing he has been tracker here successfully, The Controller panics. He senses the nature of the hospital attendants and attempts to sieze control of hte nanites to turn them against Knytt, but he finds resistance. sentience of a sort. and somethign else... Changing his tactics, he places himself on teh Friends list of a nurse split and gives a series of commands with a rapid brainpattern download before opening another x-Window and running through it. To the end of Quaren. The skys thunder with the battle between Driss and Chaos. The earth quakes adn cracks apart. And The Controller turns to make his final stand. =========================== Date: Mon, 8 Sep 1997 20:07:29 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: Aae-From metal to Mythic (LONG!!!!!!!!!) On 8 Sep 1997 20:03:06 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001345 "P. Campbell" said: On Sun, 7 Sep 1997 gamer@host.yab.com wrote: > Xzerrion backs up slightly when an X-Window appears behind him and > a hand reaches out from it grabbing him by the back of the throat > adn lifitng him off the ground. teh Controller's cold metalic voice > seems even more ominous in the sudden silence as even Shiela stops > her assault. "So The army of Light comes at last. You were expected > so much earlier perhaps you are all getting slow in your old age. no > Matter. now we are at Endgame. You _WILL_ summon the Harlequin God, > or else I will incinerate this one's head as I did the one you call > Knytt. I have kileld one of you already, do you think another will > be much of a porblem?" Xzerrion twists around to spit in the Controller's face. "Do not threaten *me.* I've stood unmoved before the wrath of gods. I've been tortured at the personal direction of a matron mother and High Priestess of Lloth. I've had everything I ever love rent from me. You think to move me from my course by threatening *death??* Give him nothing he wants. In the name of Tymora, Leira, and House Rilynt'tar, I will never yield!" > The Controller's mechanical face almost looks as if it is smiling. > He tosses Xzerrion aside like a rag doll sending him tumbling into > the cell next to Miles who still seems to be trying to figure out > who the enemy is. Xzerrion shakes his head to clear it, and pulls strength from his house sigil. He returns to his feet and shimmers to translucence, his blades gleaming in his hands. He draws a second sword from a sheath across his back, and hands it to Miles, gesturing to go to the Controller's right. > "Ahh Lord Harlequin, God of theives, Master of Bards and Poets, > King of lawyers I greet thee. You already know who I am I am sure. > And I appologize for my methods, but I knew no other way of gaining > your undeivided attention. Your Borther is yours. I knew I could not > keep them from you forever, they are your own. But I needed them to > be givine the chance to offer out what is my own." > He gestures and Shiela steps out of the cell, Glowing broadsword > still clutched in her hand. Driss takes a half step backwards. > whispered under his breath betays the shock his mask hides. > "shiela..." <* Damn it ... *> Xzerrion moves swiftly but silently, seeing if he can get a backstab in against the Controller before being noticed ... > And as the Gods lay broken adn beaten the Controller's smile only > seems to grown and grow. "Quaren has fallen, but I will not be > satiisfied with the taste of the water. I must possess teh Well > too!!" > To Be Continued. Xzerrion reaches into the link, screaming for one who might still be able to stop this. <* STARDRAGON! Can you take him? *> =========================== Date: Mon, 8 Sep 1997 20:21:49 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: The Fate of Darath the Black On 8 Sep 1997 20:31:06 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00001346 gamer@host.yab.com said: On Mon, 8 Sep 1997, fuzzy wrote: > Touching the trapped Hands with the Sword tip Fuzzy wills the > Breaking of the Enchantment. > > '\# If you will fight only through these Pawns, > Why should I bother to face you alone?#\' "Because it amuses me. And because you must first prove yourself worthy of my breaking a sweat to break your body. But if you do not like fighting my undead. how about fighting youself?" The air aroudn Fuzzy begins to blacken as... something... tries to wriggle its way into fuzzy's mind. into the deep dark crevices wehre the darkest of fears are kept. The fears that can turn a grown man into a child again. Something, trying to find them, and bring them to life for Fuzzy... =========================== Date: Mon, 8 Sep 1997 20:21:57 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: The Fate of Darath the Black On 8 Sep 1997 20:19:51 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001347 fuzzy said: On Mon, 8 Sep 1997 gamer@host.yab.com wrote: > > The air aroudn Fuzzy begins to blacken as... something... tries to > wriggle its way into fuzzy's mind. into the deep dark crevices wehre > the darkest of fears are kept. The fears that can turn a grown man > into a child again. Something, trying to find them, and bring them > to life for Fuzzy... '\#That, Is Amusing, you want to play with Nightmares? So Be It.#\' Fuzzy gestures and a beam of Fictons strikes through The Black one, Causing no damage but atuning exactly to His Nightmares. Opening a Portal behind and above him, Darath the Black's Nightmares begin Emerging into the Physical Realm of Quaren '\#I will not bother with Delusions, your own Nightmares rise at your back. I think they want to Play, May you have better luck than most of their Toys#\' =========================== Date: Mon, 8 Sep 1997 20:51:40 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: The Fate of Darath the Black On 8 Sep 1997 21:11:39 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00001348 gamer@host.yab.com said: On Mon, 8 Sep 1997, fuzzy wrote: > Fuzzy gestures and a beam of Fictons strikes through The Black one, > Causing no damage but atuning exactly to His Nightmares. > Opening a Portal behind and above him, Darath the Black's Nightmares > begin Emerging into the Physical Realm of Quaren > > '\#I will not bother with Delusions, > your own Nightmares rise at your back. > > I think they want to Play, > May you have better luck than most of their Toys#\' The Controller spns about in midair to face... himself. Only with this version, the deterioration is much further along. Near skeletal arms barely support the armor on them and flesh drops every once in a while from between the plates. They eyes glow red and a snraling wheeze is it's only sound. "An interesting spell. But there's an ability of mine that doesn;t get told of a great deal." Darath reaches out a hand towards himself. The undead Darath grabs the hand and the gauntlet rusts away but as the steel vanishes, the nightmare Darath starts being sucked intot he hand of the real Darath. Turning back to Fuzzy, he removes his other gauntlet and tosses it down, revelaing a gem implanted into the palm of his hand. He aims the hand at Fuzzy adn the gem glows, and the Undead Darath appears standing next to fuzzy. "You wanted to play with him, hten by all means, do so." =========================== Date: Mon, 8 Sep 1997 21:21:40 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: Aae-Balance in all things On 8 Sep 1997 23:08:28 -0500 In Message # 00001349 Michael Jon Knight said: >On 8 Sep 1997 20:25:08 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00001344 > gamer@host.yab.com said: > > To the end of Quaren. The skys thunder with the battle between Driss >and Chaos. The earth quakes adn cracks apart. And The Controller >turns to make his final stand. "Okay, 'Kitt'. let's track that X-Window. We've got a Tin Woodsman to chop down." =========================== Date: Mon, 8 Sep 1997 21:21:49 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: The Fate of Darath the Black On 8 Sep 1997 21:10:55 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001350 fuzzy said: On Mon, 8 Sep 1997 gamer@host.yab.com wrote: > > The Controller spns about in midair to face... himself. Only with > this version, the deterioration is much further along. Near skeletal > arms barely support the armor on them and flesh drops every once in > a while from between the plates. They eyes glow red and a snraling > wheeze is it's only sound. > Darath reaches out a hand towards himself. The undead Darath grabs > the hand and the gauntlet rusts away but as the steel vanishes, the > nightmare Darath starts being sucked intot he hand of the real > Darath. Turning back to Fuzzy, he removes his other gauntlet and > tosses it down, revelaing a gem implanted into the palm of his hand. > He aims the hand at Fuzzy adn the gem glows, and the Undead Darath > appears standing next to fuzzy. "You wanted to play with him, hten > by all means, do so." Assuming no re-write due to above OOC Fuzzy's shield glows as he channels a kinetic pulse though it to knock the Litch backwards and comes to a gaurd position =========================== Date: Mon, 8 Sep 1997 23:21:28 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: The Fate of Darath the Black On 8 Sep 1997 02:10:09 -0400 (EDT) In Message # 00001352 Dane0R0A@aol.com said: In a message dated 97-09-08 14:38:03 EDT, Fuzzy wrote: << Direct to the StarDragon \Hit the Gate now if you please.\ >> A nanosecond later there is a flare of light in the sky as The Stardragon takes battle form, that of a dragon large enough to make Godzilla look like an ant by comparison. An instant later the draconic form "breathes" a red beam of pure energy, which strikes the main gates of the city of Misern, reducing them and the ground around them to slag instantly. Then the beam changes color and the molten pool solidifies into a perfect circle of glass as the heat is drawn from it. The beam stops, the spot it hit is now a circle of glass exactly as wide as the gate to the city was. =========================== Date: Mon, 8 Sep 1997 23:36:37 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: The Fate of Darath the Black On 8 Sep 1997 23:31:58 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001353 fuzzy said: > On 8 Sep 1997 02:10:09 -0400 (EDT) In Message # 00001352 > Dane0R0A@aol.com said: > > A nanosecond later there is a flare of light in the sky as The > Stardragon takes battle form, that of a dragon large enough to make > Godzilla look like an ant by comparison. An instant later the > draconic form "breathes" a red beam of pure energy, which strikes > the main gates of the city of Misern, reducing them and the ground > around them to slag instantly. Then the beam changes color and the > molten pool solidifies into a perfect circle of glass as the heat is > drawn from it. The beam stops, the spot it hit is now a circle of > glass exactly as wide as the gate to the city was. Direct to the StarDragon \Thank You, That was exactly what I wanted, Now lets see if he needs brown pants, or if he will come out to play.\ =========================== Date: Tue, 9 Sep 1997 00:06:17 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE: A search for knowledge On 9 Sep 1997 03:03:49 -0400 (EDT) In Message # 00001354 Dane0R0A@aol.com said: Shadow wrote: << OOC: This takes place right before Balance in all things. Jadis reviewed the recordings from the now destroyed base right up to the moment of it's destruction. 'Such power.' he thought. 'To gain control... No, far better to merely find a way to neutralize or destroy it. At the least I must be able to defend myself. And the first step toward that is, always, knowledge.' Having decided on a course of action, Jadis removed himself to the dimension he used for his more dangerous summonings. He calmed himself and checked that his reserves were full, for this was an unpredictable spell, the results of which varied but always fulfilled the intention of the caster. Whether it be a vision, a tome, or some powerful and malignant demon that would not enjoy being summoned, he would find receive something. As he cast the spell, he concentrated on one thing, Information on the StarDragon, and waited for a response. >> Jadis' vision blurs and then clears. He can feel a great "mass" of matter or energy or something nearby, his other dimensional senses feel NO other dimensional worlds. He "feels" the approach of two "beings". He can feel the infinite power of one of them. Then the two speak. First the one of infinite power "Let there be light". In that instant he "sees" the birth of The Stardragon. The other being speaks "Let there be darkness", and a moment later and the great mass begins to break up becomming uncounted dimensional worlds. Now he can "feel" dimensions around him. In the center of the expanding universes is one where The Stardragon stayed. Jadis can "feel" that this universe has the greatest share of the matter and energy and whatever of the great mass and that The Stardragon is fully half of the total. Time then flows Jadis sees The Stardragon moving about in it's "home" universe. It moves randomly, much like a baby might explore a room. Then he sees it feed. It consumes a double star system, planets and all, leaving nothing behind. Again time flows, Jadis sees The Stardragon about to eat another star system, but it hesitates and then approaches the fourth planet of the system. It finds life there and other sentient beings. Again the time flow, The Stardragon passes from one dimensional world to another and soon it is flitting about in the universes as it did in its "home". Then Jadis "feels" the approach of the second speaker. He sees it and The Stardragon fight it takes the form of a giant batwinged snake of pure darkness. The Stardragon is victorious and Jadis "feels" the other retreat, severely wounded. The vision blurs Jadis sees the city of Avalon on the world of Arcadia, with The Stardragon high above in dragon form. Jadis sees the shadow spider manipulate the Controlers equipment and fire the Mundanity beam at The Stardragon. The Stardragon is seemingly unharmed by the beam but a rift in the universes is opened and The Stardragon passes through it. To a universe where the physical laws are such that the Monoblock CAN'T explode. Jadis sees The Stardragon begin feeding on the Monoblock, but it is clear that it (The Stardragon) is half asleep. The Stardragon continues to feed on the Monoblock until the mass remaining is too small to keep the mass together and it explodes. Jadis would guage that The Stardragon must have feed on the mass of 2/3 of a universe. The Stardragon then leaves that universe stopping in Arcadia momentarily and in Calahan's for a second. It then appears above Dibis on Quaren. Jadis' vision blurs again and when it clears the "vision" is over, but he is not alone. He senses a part of the presence of the second speaker. The Adversary speaks, "Now you know what is commonly known about that pest. YOU are no match for it. It cannot be defeated in physical battle. It is master to matter and energy, time and space. BUT it can be tricked and though it has lived thousands of billions of years it is and will always be a child. If you can get it to join US your reward will be beyond even your paltry dreams. Power? You'll have it. Over thousands of universes. Revenge? What can't be destroyed with it's power. Wealth? Who needs wealth when one has that kind of power at one's disposal. Think about it." With that the Adversary vanishes. =========================== Date: Tue, 9 Sep 1997 00:36:27 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: The Fate of Darath the Black On 9 Sep 1997 03:21:12 -0400 (EDT) In Message # 00001355 Dane0R0A@aol.com said: In a message dated 97-09-08 23:22:32 EDT, Fuzzy wrote (I think): << The air aroudn Fuzzy begins to blacken as... something... tries to wriggle its way into fuzzy's mind. into the deep dark crevices wehre the darkest of fears are kept. The fears that can turn a grown man into a child again. Something, trying to find them, and bring them to life for Fuzzy... >> The Stardragon sees the air around Fuzzy go dark, and says /I don't think so. Not today./ It glances to the zenith and a spark appears that rapidly grows to be brighter than the (local) sun. Until the whole area is as brightly lit as noon on a cloudless day. This of course fries the greater undead of the city, the vampires, night gaunts, wights, wraiths, and specters (none of whom can, normaly, tolerate sunlight), that are exposed to it. =========================== Date: Tue, 9 Sep 1997 05:51:24 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: The Fate of Darath the Black On 9 Sep 1997 08:44:31 -0400 In Message # 00001356 Caprice said: >On 9 Sep 1997 03:21:12 -0400 (EDT) In Message # 00001355 > Dane0R0A@aol.com said: *snip* >The Stardragon sees the air around Fuzzy go dark, and says /I don't >think so. Not today./ It glances to the zenith and a spark appears >that rapidly grows to be brighter than the (local) sun. Until the >whole area is as brightly lit as noon on a cloudless day. This of >course fries the greater undead of the city, the vampires, night >gaunts, wights, wraiths, and specters (none of whom can, normaly, >tolerate sunlight), that are exposed to it. There is a mental scream of horror from the few of Legion that are still on the link, then they too sever their ties to the CAoL. Legion appears in the Guildhall, and picks up Mischief. She flashes those in the room an unreadable look, then vanishes. If the previous teleport was 'clean' then this one is sterile. No energy traces of any kind, no warping of the world-threads... nothing to hint at where she has gone... [OOC: Xzerrion, you get to decide if the spider hitched a ride on Legion, stayed behind, or accidently got stepped on. ;) ] ---- Time is supposed to keep everything from happening at once -- it's not working =========================== Date: Tue, 9 Sep 1997 06:36:20 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: The Fate of Darath the Black On 9 Sep 1997 08:29:47 -0500 In Message # 00001357 Michael Jon Knight said: Under the Mental Topic of 'Things to be Angry about Later', Knytt inserts the following: >On 9 Sep 1997 08:44:31 -0400 In Message # 00001356 > Caprice said: > >At 12:36 AM 9/9/97 -0700, Dane0R0A@aol.com wrote: >>On 9 Sep 1997 03:21:12 -0400 (EDT) In Message # 00001355 >> Dane0R0A@aol.com said: > >>The Stardragon sees the air around Fuzzy go dark, and says /I don't >>think so. Not today./ It glances to the zenith and a spark appears >>that rapidly grows to be brighter than the (local) sun. Until the >>whole area is as brightly lit as noon on a cloudless day. This of >>course fries the greater undead of the city, the vampires, night >>gaunts, wights, wraiths, and specters (none of whom can, normaly, >>tolerate sunlight), that are exposed to it. /Too big./ >There is a mental scream of horror from the few of Legion that are >still on the link, then they too sever their ties to the CAoL. As if there were some way he could have prevented it, Knytt sends the fleeing Legion three words: /I am sorry./ >Legion appears in the Guildhall, and picks up Mischief. She flashes >those in the room an unreadable look, then vanishes. If the previous >teleport was 'clean' then this one is sterile. No energy traces of >any kind, no warping of the world-threads... nothing to hint at where >she has gone... /Back to work./ =========================== Date: Tue, 9 Sep 1997 09:07:02 -0700 (PDT) Subject: AAE: Home sweet home... On 9 Sep 1997 08:38:12 PDT In Message # 00001358 "Caprice Davis" said: Legion appears in a bedroom that could best be described as eclectic. The 'carpet' under foot is thick and green, and exudes a faint, pleasent scent when walked on... it also shifts to better support the weight of whoever is standing on it. The canopy bed on one side of the room would look at home in a medieval keep, while the display case on the wall next to it holds various power weapons neatly racked. The walls are green-black, smooth with a faint sheen. The corners of the room are filled with odd pillars, their ribbed shape reminiscent of some of the designs of H.R. Gieger. However odd it might appear to others, to Mischief this is home. When Legion sets her down, she dives under the bed, emerging with a clear plastic ball with a jinglebell inside. The ball hovers where left until Mischief bats at it, then it goes bouncing around the room, acting as if it was in free fall. Mischief runs, flies, and pounces after it merrily. Legion sighs, and begins to disarm. Her tiny mechanical spiders going back into a crystal case, weapons teleported into their places elsewhere in the keep, a coil of rope floating over to hang on the wall. She hangs her robes in a closet that has the same Gieger-esque appearance as the pillars. Legion stretches, and keeps stretching, body shifting, reforming, darkening... Soon a feline looking much like a huge black panther is there. The main differences are the fore-paws, which are more like a raccoon's hands, and the wings... While Mischief's are flexable, cute, and easily hidden, these have hardened ribbings, tattered edges, and are too large to hide even when folded against her back. *MOMMY!* Mischief pounces at Legion, instantly twice as hyper as anyone in the CAoL has ever seen her. Legion rumbles, wrestling and playing with Mischief, the two chasing each other through the halls of the keep until finally Mischief collapses, worn out. [OOC: If the spider doesn't follow, no one sees this. Her 'home' is a seperate universe, and a rather small one at that. It was made habitable by a friend of hers by the name of Essex, and has no direct connections to any other universes.] =========================== Date: Tue, 9 Sep 1997 12:36:57 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: The Fate of Darath the Black On 9 Sep 1997 12:32:58 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001359 "P. Campbell" said: On Tue, 9 Sep 1997 Dane0R0A@aol.com wrote: > The Stardragon sees the air around Fuzzy go dark, and says /I don't > think so. Not today./ It glances to the zenith and a spark appears > that rapidly grows to be brighter than the (local) sun. Until the > whole area is as brightly lit as noon on a cloudless day. This of > course fries the greater undead of the city, the vampires, night > gaunts, wights, wraiths, and specters (none of whom can, normaly, > tolerate sunlight), that are exposed to it. Xzerrion sends, <* Stardragon, we weren't going to kill off the undead of the city unless they confronted us, to honor a promise made to Caprice. *> =========================== Date: Tue, 9 Sep 1997 12:51:31 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE: Behind Closed Doors (fwd) On 9 Sep 1997 12:35:44 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001360 "P. Campbell" said: This didn't get forwarded to the list, but was meant to be. Here it is. - Xzerrion ---------- Forwarded message ---------- Date: Tue, 09 Sep 1997 08:05:13 PDT From: Caprice Davis Subject: Re: AAE: Behind Closed Doors On Mon, 8 Sep 1997 16:50:33 -0700 (PDT) "P. Campbell" wrote: >On Sat, 6 Sep 1997, Caprice Davis wrote: > >> Argent nods, "Of course..." And watches as the guildmaster and the >> others leave. She murmurs to Ak'hasta, "I have rooms here..." She >> leads the way, silent until they are safely behind the closed doors >> of her room. > >Ak'hasta follows silently, watching to be sure they are not followed, >and old drow habit. Argent removes her cloak, helm, and chainmail shirt, laying them near by. Her sword goes on a chair, in easy reach of the bed. She then collapses on the bed, her mutterings proving exactly how much of the Drow tongue she picked up working for them... };) She looks at Ak'hasta with an apologetic sigh. "Now you have seen one of the other reasons I was willing to work for the Drow." =========================== Date: Tue, 9 Sep 1997 12:51:41 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: The Fate of Darath the Black On 9 Sep 1997 12:36:41 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001361 fuzzy said: Attempting to avoid Paradox... It looks like these two messages happened at the same time... > On 9 Sep 1997 03:21:12 -0400 (EDT) In Message # 00001355 > Dane0R0A@aol.com said: > > The Stardragon sees the air around Fuzzy go dark, and says /I don't > think so. Not today./ It glances to the zenith and a spark appears > that rapidly grows to be brighter than the (local) sun. Until the > whole area is as brightly lit as noon on a cloudless day. This of > course fries the greater undead of the city, the vampires, night > gaunts, wights, wraiths, and specters (none of whom can, normaly, > tolerate sunlight), that are exposed to it. As this happens Fuzzy realizes the effects Dropping his Sword as a small container appears in his right hand He twists the top off the small thermos and drops it then pours a stream of Darkness and Moonlight into his left hand Going to his knees in reaction to channeling that much Force, A Mist of Night rises in Misern not fast enough or high enough to ward them all but enough to block the sunlight at street level, and Blunt it higher in the City, protecting most of the inhabitants. > On 8 Sep 1997 20:19:51 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001347 > fuzzy said: > > Fuzzy gestures and a beam of Fictons strikes through The Black one, > Causing no damage but atuning exactly to His Nightmares. > Opening a Portal behind and above him, Darath the Black's Nightmares > begin Emerging into the Physical Realm of Quaren > > '\#I will not bother with Delusions, > your own Nightmares rise at your back. Here is where Fuzzy drops his Sword in this message. At the Same time the Way of Ballance closes Order and Chaos merging once again into physical substance (ie Sand). > I think they want to Play, > May you have better luck than most of their Toys#\' Direct to the StarDragon \We are to spare the Inhabitants of Misern as much as Possible, I have said that before, Try to keep that light outside the City walls!\ Fuzzy unsteadily tries to regain his feet. Darath the Undead would not have come through the Gate, seeing sunlight on the far side and the two references below would not have happened Something else may ahve come through, The Ficton Gate is still open to the world best described by Darath the Black's Nightmares. =========================== Date: Tue, 9 Sep 1997 13:36:51 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE: Behind Closed Doors On 9 Sep 1997 13:16:09 PDT In Message # 00001362 "Caprice Davis" said: >From: "P. Campbell" > >Ak'hasta pulls off his armor, and mutters, `Indeed, these folks >wouldn't know military discipline if it bit them on the ass.' He lies >down on the bed and wraps his arms around Argent, allowing her a >chance to calm down. Argent sighs, "At least they have the sense to not engage in politics while actually in the field. But most of them hate me... a woman who won't act subservient, won't pretend to be stupid, won't stay in her place... even those who respect me won't support me too openly because of politics." Argent leans against Ak'hasta, slowly relaxing... "After this all... I think I want to leave Quaren... there are other worlds, perhaps somewhere..." She sighs softly. =========================== Date: Tue, 9 Sep 1997 16:10:23 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: The Fate of Darath the Black On 9 Sep 1997 16:19:29 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00001363 gamer@host.yab.com said: On Mon, 8 Sep 1997, fuzzy wrote: > sure it would be this easy? > This is one of the new abilities Fuzzy brought back with him from > the other side of entropy. > This is a Real Darath the Black from an Alternate universe not a > Phantasm.> It depends if the gate is magic or not, I was assuming the other Darath was some sort of phantasmil spell. But One of Darath's powers since birth is the ability to absorb and re-channel ANY magic spells where he wants them. (Much to the dismay of Mages who have come hunting him down in the past.) If the gate is magically sourced at all, he can redirect the entire gate back at Fuzzy if he wants. =========================== Date: Tue, 9 Sep 1997 16:10:32 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: The Fate of Darath the Black On 9 Sep 1997 16:31:13 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00001364 gamer@host.yab.com said: > On 9 Sep 1997 03:21:12 -0400 (EDT) In Message # 00001355 > Dane0R0A@aol.com said: > > The Stardragon sees the air around Fuzzy go dark, and says /I don't > think so. Not today./ It glances to the zenith and a spark appears > that rapidly grows to be brighter than the (local) sun. Until the > whole area is as brightly lit as noon on a cloudless day. This of > course fries the greater undead of the city, the vampires, night > gaunts, wights, wraiths, and specters (none of whom can, normaly, > tolerate sunlight), that are exposed to it. Darath sheilds his eyes and lokos up. "You think to make ME cower with a bit of light? I _AM THE MASTER OF THE NIGHT!!!!" he raises his clenched fist skyward and darkness swirls aorund it in larger and larger swirls, filling the sky that was a second ago daytime, with night's darkness until the entire city is covered in a shield of night once again. From hsi vantage point, The Star dragon sees a dark spot growing below but shifting the light and intesifying the light seems to have no effect on it. Darath stands there gloating in midair, when a pinprick int he night sky opens, sending a shaft of sunlight to radiate down directly on Darath. "WHAT??? i-it can;t be!" He falters in midair, the mimimal concentration needed to continue his spell shattered. he crashes down to the ground, but the p[inprick in the night sky seems to follow him, always keeping him and he alone in the light. "I don;t know How you did it, but I WILL regain my God's favor, beginning by killing you!!" He re-draws Soulstealer and charges Fuzzy. =========================== Date: Tue, 9 Sep 1997 16:36:43 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: The Fate of Darath the Black On 9 Sep 1997 16:49:03 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00001365 gamer@host.yab.com said: On Tue, 9 Sep 1997, fuzzy wrote: > Darath the Undead would not have come through the Gate, seeing > sunlight on the far side and the two references below would not have > happened > > Something else may ahve come through, The Ficton Gate is still open > to the world best described by Darath the Black's Nightmares. OOC: Depends on just how confusing you WANT this battle to get. Darath only has two REAL fears. One is his power overwhelming him and turnign him into undead himself. The other is.... The Controller. Since these are ACTUAL beings from other realities, chances are The Controller would still come out fighting against the CaoL. Of course if someone else wanted a chance to wack a Controller while Knytt's having his fun... =========================== Date: Tue, 9 Sep 1997 16:36:53 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: The Fate of Darath the Black On 9 Sep 1997 16:26:32 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001366 fuzzy said: On Tue, 9 Sep 1997 gamer@host.yab.com wrote: > It depends if the gate is magic or not, I was assuming the other > Darath was some sort of phantasmil spell. But One of Darath's powers > since birth is the ability to absorb and re-channel ANY magic spells > where he wants them. (Much to the dismay of Mages who have come > hunting him down in teh past.) If the gate is magically sourced at > all, he can redirect the entire gate back at Fuzzy if he wants. It is more like a psionic equivelent to the Illusionist alter reality spell, Instead of requireing a phantasm to make real it must be atuned to some mind's Dreams or Nightmares, and all it does is open a gate to the world most like those Dreams or Nightmares, it does not force anything or anyone to pass through in either direction. And to do it at all Fuzzy has to have absorbed enough energy, from the natural build-up found in the area where Dreams or Nightmares are experienced, that is what he was doing over Zag just before it was blown to bits. It is a varient of the Ficton gate ability that fuzzy uses most of the time to travel between universes. =========================== Date: Tue, 9 Sep 1997 17:07:13 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: The Fate of Darath the Black On 9 Sep 1997 16:37:30 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001367 fuzzy said: On Tue, 9 Sep 1997 gamer@host.yab.com wrote: > OOC: Depends on just how confusing you WANT this battle to get. > Darath only has two REAL fears. One is his power overwhelming him > and turnign him into undead himself. The other is.... The > Controller. Since these are ACTUAL beings from other realities, > chances are The Controller would still come out fighting against the > CaoL. Of course if someone else wanted a chance to wack a Controller > while Knytt's having his fun... Well the Gate will remain open until something unlikely enough to use up the charge passes through it in one direction or the other, or Fuzzy reabsorbs it. =========================== Date: Tue, 9 Sep 1997 17:07:22 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: The Fate of Darath the Black On 9 Sep 1997 16:55:36 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001368 fuzzy said: > On 9 Sep 1997 16:31:13 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00001364 > gamer@host.yab.com said: > Darath stands there gloating in midair, when a pinprick int he > night sky opens, sending a shaft of sunlight to radiate down > directly on Darath. > "WHAT??? i-it can;t be!" He falters in midair, the mimimal > concentration needed to continue his spell shattered. he crashes > down to the ground, but the pinprick in the night sky seems to > follow him, always keeping him and he alone in the light. "I don;t > know How you did it, but I WILL regain my God's favor, beginning by > killing you!!" > He re-draws Soulstealer and charges Fuzzy. Fuzzy manages to regain his feet, Just in time to block the first blow As Soulstealer Impacts Fuzzy's shield, several dozen sparks radiate from the impact, each one a Soul freed from the Blade. Each contact between Soulstealer and Fuzzy's weapons creates a small temporary flaw in Soulstealer's Enchantment, however The Spellbreaking feature of Fuzzy's Equipment is not powerfull enough to actually break the enchantment. =========================== Date: Tue, 9 Sep 1997 17:21:38 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: Aae-Balance in all things On 9 Sep 1997 17:35:56 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00001369 gamer@host.yab.com said: > On 8 Sep 1997 23:08:28 -0500 In Message # 00001349 > Michael Jon Knight said: > > "Okay, 'Kitt'. let's track that X-Window. We've got a Tin Woodsman > to chop down." "Alright Michael. but first some mood music..." "Go Go gophers watch them go go go Go go Gophers watch them go go go Here comes the colonel with his seargent, guns roraring adn they're charging Go go gophers watch them go go go Go go Gophers watch them go go go!" "Oops, wrong CD. here we go." Wagner's Ride of the Valkaries fills the air. TRACKING...TRACKING...WARPING... The Controller made his way quickly towards Dibis. It had been 15 years but he was sure his secret chamber was still there. The city itself looked nothing like it had 15 years ago. Repairs and improvements had continued adn now it was looking very out fo place in this medival world. But the place he sought was outside the city walls. Opening up the chamber he found it was just as he had left it. The equipment had long been shut off and forgotten and probably would not fuction again, but the armory was well sealed. The hovercyclone entered into the world as multicolored lightning began striking the earth all around them. Trees were incinerated on touch, too fast for them even to burn. The ground was breaking up rapidly and it was a thankful thing that the Cyclone was hover-outfitted rather than groundbound. "I either have a lock on The COntroller or a uranium mine Michael." As the Hovercycloen closed the gap in seconds, The Controller finished the last of his outfitting and stepped out of the hidden bunker. He now bore extra armor, a jet pack, and micromissile launchers on either shoulder. One arm sported an energy shield. And they eyes bore pure hate. "I don;t know who you are, but you messed with me on the WRONG day!" The Controlelr shouted as he launched a swarm of 30 micromissiles. =========================== Date: Tue, 9 Sep 1997 17:21:47 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: The Fate of Darath the Black On 9 Sep 1997 17:39:09 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00001370 gamer@host.yab.com said: On Tue, 9 Sep 1997, fuzzy wrote: > Each contact between Soulstealer and Fuzzy's weapons creates a small > temporary flaw in Soulstealer's Enchantment, however The > Spellbreaking feature of Fuzzy's Equipment is not powerfull enough > to actually break the enchantment. > > Darath the Black is the better Swordsman and will eventually win, > A Pyrrhic Victory. ;-)) OOC: WHAT???? all this work to get him to come down and fight and you don't have a trick up your sleave to win??????????? hehehehe =========================== Date: Tue, 9 Sep 1997 18:21:44 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: The Fate of Darath the Black Organization: Callahanian Army of Light List Server On 9 Sep 1997 17:42:15 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001371 fuzzy said: On Tue, 9 Sep 1997 gamer@host.yab.com wrote: > OOC: WHAT???? all this work to get him to come down and fight and > you don't have a trick up your sleave to win??????????? hehehehe During the Second Exchange of blows Darath the Black can see that he has a clear edge in skill, though Fuzzy's weapons ability to change shape almost counters it. He gets overconfident for just a moment, and Fuzzy's Sword Streachs to touch the Gem in DtB's Hand with a UltraSound Vibration that shatters it. =========================== Date: Tue, 9 Sep 1997 18:21:57 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: The Fate of Darath the Black On 9 Sep 1997 18:18:51 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00001372 gamer@host.yab.com said: On Tue, 9 Sep 1997, fuzzy wrote: > During the Second Exchange of blows Darath the Black can see that he > has a clear edge in skill, though Fuzzy's weapons ability to change > shape almost counters it. > > He gets overconfident for just a moment, and Fuzzy's Sword Streachs > to touch the Gem in DtB's Hand with a UltraSound Vibration that > shatters it. Darath screams in pain, hugging his hand to hid body and seemingly letting his guard disintigrate. But this proves to be more acting than actual as suddenly Soulstealer moves to parry the incoming blow from fuzzy and lets Darath inside Fuzzy's guard long enough to clamp a hand on Fuzzy's shoulder and give him a taste of Vampiric Touch before Fuzzy can pull himself free again. =========================== Date: Tue, 9 Sep 1997 18:22:06 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: The Fate of Darath the Black On 9 Sep 1997 21:09:01 -0400 (EDT) In Message # 00001373 Dane0R0A@aol.com said: In a message dated 97-09-09 15:53:20 EDT, Fuzzy wrote: << As this happens Fuzzy realizes the effects Dropping his Sword as a small container appears in his right hand He twists the top off the small thermos and drops it then pours a stream of Darkness and Moonlight into his left hand Going to his knees in reaction to channeling that much Force, A Mist of Night rises in Misern not fast enough or high enough to ward them all but enough to block the sunlight at street level, and Blunt it higher in the City, protecting most of the inhabitants. >> Xzerrion wrote: << Xzerrion sends, <* Stardragon, we weren't going to kill off the undead of the city unless they confronted us, to honor a promise made to Caprice. *> >> The Stardragon, with a little exasperation in it's "voice" sends /You ASKED for daylight, you didn't exempt the body of the city or it's inhabitants. It's not MY fault that those greater undead can't take daylight. But if it'll make you happy/. The Stardragon gestures and the city is covered by a fog of darkness that conceals the buildings and the inhabitants, NOT including DtB. /When we are done here, if you wish it, I can TRY to rescue as many of those who disappeared as possible. As long as NOBODY actually felt the lifeforce, or whatever was animating those abominations, be destroyed I can pull them forward to safety. UH, sorry Caprice! I thought everyone knew what happens to the greater undead when daylight hits them, and no one complained about the daylight plan./ =========================== Date: Tue, 9 Sep 1997 18:22:15 -0700 (PDT) Subject: AAE: Exercise of Vital Powers, part I On 9 Sep 1997 18:15:13 -0700 In Message # 00001374 Roland X said: The war is over. All that remains are the duels, and those are being taken care of. Should any need help, a mental shout can bring the entire CAoL down on the head of any villain foolish enough to try and 'cheat.' The tyrants are undone. Time to clean up the mess. Roland and Morgan have returned to the Guildhall; Sil gave the two a quick hug and began some worldwalking of her own. Roland, in his 'ultimate' amalgam form as the superhero version of Blaze, is taking the Phoenix Claw device apart and examining the nanobots involved to aid Knytt and Fuzzy in saving Quaren's denizens. Morgan is examining her clone, scanning for whatever she can find, including the source of that strange glow. (OOC: While Peter and Lorena know where the amulet is, Roland and Morgan really wouldn't know about it. We'll write the rest later; we're in a bit of a hurry. 8^) =========================== Date: Tue, 9 Sep 1997 18:36:55 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: The Fate of Darath the Black On 9 Sep 1997 18:17:46 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001376 fuzzy said: On Tue, 9 Sep 1997 gamer@host.yab.com wrote: > Darath screams in pain, hugging his hand to hid body and seemingly > letting his guard disintigrate. But this proves to be more acting > than actual as suddenly Soulstealer moves to parry the incoming blow > from fuzzy and lets Darath inside Fuzzy's guard long enough to clamp > a hand on Fuzzy's shoulder and give him a taste of Vampiric Touch > before Fuzzy can pull himself free again. A Shield Bash And jump back reveals that Fuzzy's Shield has Developed a Spike... =========================== Date: Tue, 9 Sep 1997 18:37:04 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: The Fate of Darath the Black On 9 Sep 1997 18:34:46 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001377 fuzzy said: > On 9 Sep 1997 21:09:01 -0400 (EDT) In Message # 00001373 > Dane0R0A@aol.com said: > > The Stardragon, with a little exasperation in it's "voice" sends > /You ASKED for daylight, you didn't exempt the body of the city or > it's inhabitants. It's not MY fault that those greater undead can't > take daylight. But if it'll make you happy/. \Thank you, I'm sorry I yelled, It was my error not yours.\ > The Stardragon gestures and the city is covered by a fog of > darkness that conceals the buildings and the inhabitants, NOT > including DtB. /When we are done here, if you wish it, I can TRY to > rescue as many of those who disappeared as possible. As long as > NOBODY actually felt the lifeforce, or whatever was animating those > abominations, be destroyed I can pull them forward to safety. UH, \We can hope, but at present the Gods of this world are probably paying close attention, and hoping we go away soon.\ > sorry Caprice! I thought everyone knew what happens to the greater > undead when daylight hits them, and no one complained about the > daylight plan./ \Again, I am Sorry, My mistake not yours.\ Fuzzy is in a large amount of pain at this time the Price of channeling two oz of liquid distilled power of Darath the God all at once... That being how the Distilled Liquid Moonlight manifests in this universe. > yelled at for doing it. By the way I never saw the posts (AOL bumped > me that evening and lost an unknown number of posts) that promised > no civilian casualties and have been wondering what actually was > promised.> =========================== Date: Tue, 9 Sep 1997 19:06:31 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: The Fate of Darath the Black On 9 Sep 1997 19:17:15 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00001380 gamer@host.yab.com said: On Tue, 9 Sep 1997, fuzzy wrote: >> Darath screams in pain, hugging his hand to hid body and seemingly >> letting his guard disintigrate. But this proves to be more acting >> than actual as suddenly Soulstealer moves to parry the incoming >> blow from fuzzy and lets Darath inside Fuzzy's guard long enough to >> clamp a hand on Fuzzy's shoulder and give him a taste of Vampiric >> Touch before Fuzzy can pull himself free again. > > A Shield Bash And jump back reveals that Fuzzy's Shield has > Developed a Spike... Darath the Black goes insubstantial letting Fuzzy and his sheild pass through him with a chill feeling. As Fuzzy regains his balance and turns to face Darath, Darath re-forms and levels Soulstealer at Fuzzy and Fires an Eldritch bolt from its tip. =========================== Date: Tue, 9 Sep 1997 19:06:39 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: The Fate of Darath the Black On 9 Sep 1997 19:01:39 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001381 fuzzy said: On Tue, 9 Sep 1997 gamer@host.yab.com wrote: > Darath the Black goes insubstantial letting Fuzzy and his sheild > pass through him with a chill feeling. As Fuzzy regains his balance > and turns to face Darath, Darath re-forms and levels Soulstealer at > Fuzzy and Fires an Eldritch bolt from its tip. Only to miss, barely, due to Fuzzy having tried to roll back to his feet, and falling on his ass since he was unable to regain balance that fast, while in this much pain. But he takes the opportunity to cut at DtB's ankles with Spell breaking enabled while he is down here... :) Think Migraine combined with concusion plus the battle damage to date. Pain is such a mild word... =========================== Date: Tue, 9 Sep 1997 19:21:57 -0700 (PDT) Subject: AAE3 - Armageddon and Armories On 9 Sep 1997 21:08:57 -0500 In Message # 00001383 Michael Jon Knight said: >On 9 Sep 1997 17:35:56 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00001369 > gamer@host.yab.com said: >> On 8 Sep 1997 23:08:28 -0500 In Message # 00001349 >> Michael Jon Knight said: >> >> "Okay, 'Kitt'. let's track that X-Window. We've got a Tin Woodsman >> to chop down." > > "Alright Michael. but first some mood music..." Knytt frowns, but as long as "Kitt" is working with him, he lets it pass. > "Go Go gophers watch them go go go > Go go Gophers watch them go go go > Here comes the colonel with his seargent, > guns roraring adn they're charging > Go go gophers watch them go go go > Go go Gophers watch them go go go!" Knytt has no idea what that was, and is glad. > As the Hovercycloen closed the gap in seconds, The Controller >finished the last of his outfitting and stepped out of the hidden >bunker. > He now bore extra armor, a jet pack, and micromissile launchers on >either shoulder. One arm sported an energy shield. And they eyes bore >pure hate. > "I don;t know who you are, but you messed with me on the WRONG day!" >The Controlelr shouted as he launched a swarm of 30 micromissiles. A lightning bolt happened to strike directly in the path of the oncoming missles. The micromissles exploded in a fireball that blocked the view of both combatants, giving Knytt enough time to fold the handlebars of the HoverCyclone. The PowerArmor quickly formed around him, Plasma cannons on each shoulder as well as Missle launchers. The forcefield reshaped itself to cover this new body as an energy field formed itself into the shape of a pair of short swords. Knytt's vison leaped into a 360 sphere of sight. The data from Nemisis' sensors was relayed into the Gateway bands to form a mental image of his surroundings encompassing forward, behind, left, right, above, and below. The 12' tall Knytt in Shining Armor hovered back several yards, awaiting the Controller's next move. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Michael Knight http://www.idir.net/~mjknight/index.html ------------------------------------------------------------------- Writing is the golden key to communication. As long as you can get thoughts out of your mind, you can write. -- Me :) ------------------------------------------------------------------- Home is with whom your heart is. -- Me Again :) =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= =========================== Date: Tue, 9 Sep 1997 20:37:11 -0700 (PDT) Subject: AAE3 : Drisonel Cometh On 9 Sep 1997 20:30:39 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001384 "P. Campbell" said: The spider, forgotten in the guildhall, notes the arrival of Xzerrion, Legion, and the prisoners of the Controller, the departure of Legion and Mischief, and the arrival of Roland and Morgan. This information is all relayed to Drisonel. Seconds later, she breaks off her scrying link to the spider and starts giving orders. `Nalfein! Summon your mages! We will strike at once!' She turns to Ak'hasta's former second, Tsardon. `Tsardon! You are now weaponsmaster, as Ak'hasta is lost. Ready your warriors for instant teleport!' Moments later, three hundred orcs, fifty drow warriors, ten mages, and Matron Drisonel flicker into existence just outside the entrance of the Assassin's Guild of Diblis. A disembodied fist hammers on the door. Drisonel's voice echoes throughout every room in the building. `Open, in the name of Lloth!' Xzerrion, inside, gets wearily to his feet, and glances over at Crow. `Oh, shit.' - To be continued =========================== Date: Tue, 9 Sep 1997 20:37:21 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 - Armageddon and Armories On 9 Sep 1997 20:59:17 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00001385 gamer@host.yab.com said: > On 9 Sep 1997 21:08:57 -0500 In Message # 00001383 > Michael Jon Knight said: >> "Go Go gophers watch them go go go >> Go go Gophers watch them go go go >> Here comes the colonel with his seargent, >> guns roraring adn they're charging >> Go go gophers watch them go go go >> Go go Gophers watch them go go go!" > > Knytt has no idea what that was, and is glad. OOC: What? not up on your Jay Ward cartoon trivia??? It was a cute series fo cartoons. ;-) ) > The 12' tall Knytt in Shining Armor hovered back several yards, > awaiting the Controller's next move. The Controller pops up his mini antenna trying for another attempt at controlling the armor, only to be met with Chaos's smiling visage. Mechanical curses lost in the hurricane force winds that were beginning to pick up, the Controller twisted slightly and launched another abarrage of missiles far wide to Knytt's right. It takes a moment for him to realize the winds are cauing the missiles to turn and came at his flank, and by then a pair of plasma bolts are already enroute towards him. =========================== Date: Tue, 9 Sep 1997 20:52:29 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: The Fate of Darath the Black On 9 Sep 1997 21:03:29 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00001386 gamer@host.yab.com said: On Tue, 9 Sep 1997, fuzzy wrote: > Only to miss, barely, due to Fuzzy having tried to roll back to his > feet, and falling on his ass since he was unable to regain balance > that fast, while in this much pain. > > But he takes the opportunity to cut at DtB's ankles with Spell > breaking enabled while he is down here... :) > > Think Migraine combined with concusion plus the battle damage to > date. Pain is such a mild word... Darath the Black dances back from the blow easily and undoes the chinstrab of is helm. Lifting it off he says, "I thoguht you should at least have the dignity of looking upon th face of your better before I kill you." Tossing the helm aside Darath steps in again, Soulstealer arcing down towards where Fuzzy sits on the ground. =========================== Date: Tue, 9 Sep 1997 21:22:25 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 : Drisonel Cometh On 9 Sep 1997 21:27:48 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00001387 gamer@host.yab.com said: > On 9 Sep 1997 20:30:39 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001384 > "P. Campbell" said: > > Moments later, three hundred orcs, fifty drow warriors, ten mages, > and Matron Drisonel flicker into existence just outside the entrance > of the Assassin's Guild of Diblis. A disembodied fist hammers on the > door. Drisonel's voice echoes throughout every room in the building. > `Open, in the name of Lloth!' > > Xzerrion, inside, gets wearily to his feet, and glances over at > Crow. `Oh, shit.' Hye Yo, Yo A, Joe came too! ;-) But Roscoe recognised the sings of him trying to fend off a blood frenzy from lack of blood and rushed him to the marketsquare to buy a large animal to drink lest he start human hunting. (i.e. cavelry if someone wants to call them in) ;-) =========================== Date: Tue, 9 Sep 1997 21:37:38 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: The Fate of Darath the Black On 9 Sep 1997 21:29:46 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001388 fuzzy said: On Tue, 9 Sep 1997 gamer@host.yab.com wrote: > Darath the Black dances back from the blow easily and undoes the > chinstrab of is helm. Lifting it off he says, "I thoguht you should > at least have the dignity of looking upon th face of your better > before I kill you." "Better Example of the Futility of Necromancy, Perhaps" > Tossing the helm aside Darath steps in again, Soulstealer arcing > down towards where Fuzzy sits on the ground. And the Ground shakes as The StarDragon tries to seperate the combatants, So that he can get a clear shot at Darath the Black. Anyone for a Rictor 7 quake directly under Fuzzy and DtB? Gravity Waves can be sooo Disturbing. :) Fuzzy's shield spreads like wickerwork as Darath falls... Blocking the Initial blow, But Darath drags the blow along fuzzy as he falls and manages to cut Fuzzy's pant's above the boot... ... And into flesh, As the Soul of Fuzzy is ripped from his Body, Darath has only a fraction of a second to savor Victory As the wound starts bleeding Both Choas and Order and the Physical law od Quaren Begin to Distort, as the last Soul traces leave the Form for a Fraction of nanosecond too short for even the StarDragon to react, A concentrated Force reminiscent of a White Hole, Replaces Fuzzy's body for a single chronon if time, The "Thought" Echos in bands beyond measureing $The Time Has Not Yet Come$ $I AM$ $Fuzzy\ \CatChangling#\ \#Esper#\ The Very Fabric of Magic takes up the Echo \#Mage#\ \#Techno#\ The Echo fades as the last of the thought is heard by those to whom Time is a convieniance. The Fireball Begins to Implode Dragging enough sand with it to cover the Crater In this timeless Moment the Spirits released by the Destruction of Soulstealer, Know that if they choose to, They may rest in peace Within the Heart of the Fireball until the ReBirth, those that Choose otherwise, will not even remember the Offer. \#I am A Cat I Walk where I will And All Places are Alike to Me#\ As the Blast clears The Sands are Clear, The only Evidence of the Event The Naked CatChangeling Standing where the Battle was fought And the Scorch Marks on The Walls of Misern. =========================== Date: Tue, 9 Sep 1997 21:37:58 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE : A plan of action On 9 Sep 1997 21:31:05 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001389 "K. Ohanlon" said: > On 5 Sep 1997 21:24:38 -0400 (EDT) In Message # 00001225 > Shadow said: > >> On 4 Sep 1997 01:20:29 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001220 >> "K. Ohanlon" said: >> >> <*What happened to me? Short version, restoring the Balance. Longer >> version can wait til later, when the group doesn't have to >> concentrate on a dozen different things at once as is. My thanks >> for the offer of energy or healing, but for right now I think you'd >> better save that for the upcoming confrontations.*> > > And John, stepping through one of the walls to join the others as > they plan for the assault. The amulet used to control him is lying > on the outside of his robes, which are now a very dark blue. Crow nods to John, and notes his changed appearance, but does not comment. > John nods toward her, "Welcome back milady. I am glad you could > return to us. If you wish, I could bring us both to the feild of > battle should we be needed, as I will be waiting here as well." "Thank you, milord. If need arises, I will gladly accompany you to the battlefield. Though note, until I recover my strength, my healing abilities are the best help I can truly contribute." -Kelley, aka Crow. (finally catching up, maybe. :P) =========================== Date: Tue, 9 Sep 1997 21:51:48 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 - Armageddon and Armories On 9 Sep 1997 23:37:48 -0500 In Message # 00001390 Michael Jon Knight said: >On 9 Sep 1997 20:59:17 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00001385 > gamer@host.yab.com said: > >OOC: What? not up on your Jay Ward cartoon trivia??? It was a cute >series fo cartoons. ;-) ) >The Controller pops up his mini antenna trying for another attempt at >controlling the armor, only to be met with Chaos's smiling visage. >Mechanical curses lost in the hurricane force winds that were >beginning to pick up, the Controller twisted slightly and launched >another abarrage of missiles far wide to Knytt's right. It takes a >moment for him to realize the winds are cauing the missiles to turn >and came at his flank, and by then a pair of plasma bolts are already >enroute towards him. Knytt eyeballed the curve and twisting to compensate, fired two missiles which arced with the wind for the Controller. "How long does this dimention have?" Knytt asked Chaos, "Because, if you're willing to REALLY work with me, I have an idea that should put a delicious spin of irony on the Controller's last few moments in the Multiverse." =========================== Date: Tue, 9 Sep 1997 22:06:36 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: Aae-From metal to Mythic (LONG!!!!!!!!!) On 9 Sep 1997 22:02:41 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001392 "K. Ohanlon" said: > On 7 Sep 1997 13:03:27 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00001303 > gamer@host.yab.com said: > > Xzerrion gets the cells open, the little girl sits in the middle of > her cell crying with fright. Miles crouches low in a combat stance > in the darkest corner of his own cell, sharpened bone in his hand > like a dagger. As he unlocks Shiela's cell, she finally shows some > sign of sentience, leaping up from the bed she sits on and drawing a > glowing broadsword from it's scabbard. "DIE WITCH!!!!" She scream > and swings the sword at Xzerrion. it cuts through the steel bars > like they were made fo string and comes far too close to his head > for comfort. Back in the Guildhall, Crow gasps, mentally, and then sends thanks to Areya that Xzerrion's reflexes are as fast as ever. > Xzerrion backs up slightly when an X-Window appears behind him and > a hand reaches out from it grabbing him by the back of the throat > adn lifitng him off the ground. teh Controller's cold metalic voice > seems even more ominous in the sudden silence as even Shiela stops > her assault. "So The army of Light comes at last. You were expected > so much earlier perhaps you are all getting slow in your old age. no > Matter. now we are at Endgame. You _WILL_ summon the Harlequin God, > or else I will incinerate this one's head as I did the one you call > Knytt. I have kileld one of you already, do you think another will > be much of a porblem?" Still in the Guildhall. Crow's eyes blaze with sudden rage, and she stands in helpless fury, cursing her present weakened state. > The Controller's mechanical face almost looks as if it is smiling. > He tosses Xzerrion aside like a rag doll sending him tumbling into > the cell next to Miles who still seems to be trying to figure out > who the enemy is. Across the link, Crow reaches to Xzerrion, sinking back to the ground in relief when she discovers that he is alive and unharmed. Though part of her now fears what the Controller may have in store for the Harlequin God... =========================== Date: Tue, 9 Sep 1997 22:21:53 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: Aae-Balance in all things On 9 Sep 1997 22:17:18 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001393 "K. Ohanlon" said: > On 7 Sep 1997 14:19:38 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00001304 > gamer@host.yab.com said: > > The Controller looks at Joe, Xzerrion, Caprice/legion, Driss, > Shiela and Miles. The Young Morgan is nowhere in sight. "Hmmm this > is far too small an audience to witness my conquest fo the > multiverse!" Suddenly the rest of the CaoL arrive including the > Stardragon. Aso present are Drisonel and her minions, Jadis, Gruber > and anyone else anyone wants to show. ;-) Crow also appears, looking surprised at the sudden change in her surroundings. She moves quickly to Xzerrion's side, even as she takes in the scene around her. <*Blessed Areya....*> > The Controller reached out mentally through the Starfire gem, > probing at first, but then thrusting with all his will. "I summon > Chaos!!!!!!!!!!!" > At first nothing, then the winds twist together in teh center of > hte field, creating a larger and larger wirlwind. as it subsides, > there stands a creature a thousand meteres tall with a billion arms > and legs, adn the head of every species in the multiverse. As one > they speak, squak and roar, "You are either brave or a fool to call > me Controller!" Unnoticed in the midst of this crowd, Crow drops to a crouch, and her eyes, already pained, take on a haunted look. > Chaos gave a high pitched cry, adn then proceeded to fall over > seemingly unconcious on the grass. As the sky shattered yt further > adn the winds seemed to treaten to rip everythign they touched to > pieces, the Controller's evil laugh seemed to rise up above it all. Her hair whipped about by the winds, Crow looks fearfully up into the sky, and her eyes hold precious little sanity. > *No* She voices a low, almost inaudible keening at this one word. > The presense becomes stronger, and light seems to hang in midair, > formless yet every shape at once. *You have destroyed the Balance > Controller. And I can not allow it. You have forced me to act. Now > see just what power order does wield.* Having seen and remembered far too much, Crow faints. > Chaos and the Starfire gem vanish and flesh becomes metal once > more. The Audience are sent back to where they were taken from. > Shiela returns to the past, to die as she was ment to. Driscoll > returns to his realm, Starfire once more in his possession. > Xzerrion, Joe, Caprice, and Miles find themselves back in the > dungeon facing the Controlelr Drones and remaining Drow Cyborgs. And reappears back in the Guildhall, as if she'd never left. A moment later, Crow rouses, and weeps quietly. A soft glow, barely perceptible, surrounds her, and a gentle voice whispers softly to the cleric, soothing her away from nightmarish memories. Crow calms, and her goddess whispers one last blessing, before once more departing. -Kelley, aka Crow. (Gee, guess i better write about what *did* happen to Crow while she was away. Trust me, this'll make a bit more sense then. ;) ) =========================== Date: Tue, 9 Sep 1997 22:51:42 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: The Fate of Darath the Black On 9 Sep 1997 22:46:39 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001394 fuzzy said: > On 9 Sep 1997 21:29:46 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001388 > fuzzy said: > \#I am A Cat > I Walk where I will > And All Places are Alike to Me#\ > As the Blast clears The Sands are Clear, The only Evidence of the > Event The Naked CatChangeling Standing where the Battle was fought > And the Scorch Marks on The Walls of Misern. Fuzzy sends \#Nemisis, When you have a moment, I could use the spair pack of Clothes I left with you#\ Nemisis Replies \#Yes Lord Fuzzy, It may take a few minutes I am just finishing up here#\ =========================== Date: Wed, 10 Sep 1997 00:06:41 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 - Armageddon and Armories/Fate of DtB (Proposed) On 10 Sep 1997 01:49:45 -0500 In Message # 00001397 Michael Jon Knight said: >On 9 Sep 1997 23:37:48 -0500 In Message # 00001390 > Michael Jon Knight said: >"How long does this dimention have?" Knytt asked Chaos, "Because, if >you're willing to REALLY work with me, I have an idea that should put >a delicious spin of irony on the Controller's last few moments in the >Multiverse." "Ok, I just need two things. One, whatever is making the X-Windows needs to short out for however long this dimention has left. Two, make sure he can here me through the headset radio. "Next, Nemisis, alter a missile for nonlethal force. Alter enough of the explosives to match this {chemical forula}. Leave enough explosives to coat him extra throroughly. "Done." 'Kitt' replies. /#Done.#/ the Nemisis split replies. /#Nyah nyah, I beat you!#/ This, obviously, from Chaos. "Fire." Knytt says. The missile streaks away, but it curves too much. There wasn't enough compensation for the increasing wind. The wind pushes the missle's trajectory back towards Knytt. *Knytt! Concentrate on the Missile! Push it away!* As Knytt scrunched his eyes closed, the missile's nose was hit by a flying rock, missing Knytt by inches. The wind continued the curve, passing inches from the Controller. A small tree hit the back of the Missile causing it to fishtail around. It flew well away from the Controller only to have the wind arc it back to explode against the Controller's jetpack. A Pink substance, the consistancy of shaving cream buried the Controller up to his mouth. The Substance, exposed to air, became extremely sticky and began to harden. The Controller was frozen as he tried to get out of the mound of goo. Then Knytt spoke to the Controller, raising the visor on his helmet. "You strapped me to a table and shot a laser through my brain. I told you you would never get away with it. Now you are strapped to a world which is about to end. And, worst of all, what will destroy you is the very thing you tried to control. "You wanted to feel the power of Chaos energy? Well, now's your chance! Feel the power as it is pulled from your body! Watch as it rips this dimention asunder! And you right along with it!" A gateway opened behind Knytt. "To misquote a friend of mine: 'Goodbye, Controller. It hasn't been pleasant.'" THEN...... >On 9 Sep 1997 21:29:46 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001388 > fuzzy said: >\#I am A Cat > I Walk where I will > And All Places are Alike to Me#\ A Gateway appears in the Misern desert. As the PowerArmored Knytt and Pyewackett step through, they catch the last three lines. "Amen, brother." they say in unison, then stare at each other for a moment, slightly surprised. The HoverCyclone converts to a trike as the Power Armor vanishes. Knytt gets off, opens the cargo compartment under Pyewackett's seat, is shocked to find his ALICE pack there, and gets out of the coverall-style base armor to reveal a set of Starfleet sweats beneath. He slips on a pair of sneakers and his duster, tosses the base armor in the trunk, and remounts the Hovervehicle. "Chaos, thank you for your help. Now, GET OUTTA MY BIKE!" Chaos appears, taking on the form of Knytt as EA Captain on Oa. "I leave only because it suits me. You looked good with no hair, Knytt." Chaos added, holding up a hand mirror. "Or, should I call you Gary, baldy?" Shifting into a form with Patrick Stewart's head, Marina Sirtis' torso, giant Preying Mantis arms and hands, and a kangaroo's legs. All of which he somehow crammed into a lowcut Troi uniform. He waves a pinsor in Picard fashion and says "Enga-hey-HEY!" staring at his chest. "This opens up a whole new *realm* of possibilities!" then vanishes. And THEN... >On 9 Sep 1997 22:46:39 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001394 > fuzzy said: >Fuzzy sends >\#Nemisis, When you have a moment, I could use the spair pack of >Clothes I left with you#\ > >Nemisis Replies >\#Yes Lord Fuzzy, It may take a few minutes I am just finishing up >here#\ The HoverTrike appears over a sand dune and comes to a halt next to Fuzzy. "You present the Appearance of a man who needs a ride...And some clothes. There is the base Armor in the trunk if you want, and I can give you a lift back to Dibis." =========================== Date: Wed, 10 Sep 1997 00:06:52 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE: Exercise of Vital Powers, part I On 9 Sep 1997 23:51:52 In Message # 00001398 "L.J. Wolfe" said: >On 9 Sep 1997 18:15:13 -0700 In Message # 00001374 > Roland X said: > >Morgan is examining her clone, scanning for whatever she can find, >including the source of that strange glow. >(OOC: While Peter and Lorena know where the amulet is, Roland and >Morgan really wouldn't know about it. We'll write the rest later; >we're in a bit of a hurry. 8^) Morgan recognizes the signature of what she's sensing, and immediately drops the power of her scans to nanomillionths. <*Oh, bloody hell. Fuzzy, when you're done there we'll need your help with this. Don't _anyone_ else scan the clone until we determine how close this thing is to final strike.*> =========================== Date: Wed, 10 Sep 1997 00:07:02 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 : Drisonel Cometh On 10 Sep 1997 00:04:14 -0700 In Message # 00001399 Roland X said: >On 9 Sep 1997 20:30:39 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001384 > "P. Campbell" said: >Moments later, three hundred orcs, fifty drow warriors, ten mages, >and Matron Drisonel flicker into existence just outside the entrance >of the Assassin's Guild of Diblis. A disembodied fist hammers on the >door. Drisonel's voice echoes throughout every room in the building. >`Open, in the name of Lloth!' > >Xzerrion, inside, gets wearily to his feet, and glances over at Crow. >`Oh, shit.' Roland looks up from the Phoenix Claw, his eyes glowing with familiar energy. He transforms the Claw back into its sword form and it disappears into the folds of his cape, a set of blueprints left behind on the table for Knytt and Fuzzy should they require them. "I," Roland snarls, "am in the perfect mood for this. "Royally pissed." An astral projection forms before the assembled forces of the Drow. *Matron Drisonel. Greetings,* Blaze sends, his 'voice' tinged heavily with irony. *You will take your army and leave. Now.* *If you do _not_ leave now, you will learn why Titania called me an Immortal of the Iron Worlds!* Blaze's astral form towers over the assembled army for a moment, then vanishes back into his body. Roland smiles viciously. *I hope she _doesn't_ show good sense,* he adds to the link only, powering up his forcefield... =========================== Date: Wed, 10 Sep 1997 00:36:35 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE3 - Armageddon and Armories/Fate of DtB (Proposed) On 10 Sep 1997 00:32:46 -0700 (PDT) In Message # 00001400 Nemisis said: > On 10 Sep 1997 01:49:45 -0500 In Message # 00001397 > Michael Jon Knight said: > "To misquote a friend of mine: 'Goodbye, Controller. It hasn't been > pleasant.'" > "You present the Appearance of a man who needs a ride...And some > clothes. There is the base Armor in the trunk if you want, and I can > give you a lift back to Dibis." A 15 lb Nemisis Split Flows out of the HoverTrike... \#That would not be proper, You will be needing that base Armor in the Future. I must offer apologies, The Controller would not have had any chance of infuencing your Vehicle, If I had not been present. The HoverCyclone is a distinct Nanalloy Device, Not a part of myself It is hardcoded to take instructions from you alone Remote control is possible but only relayed Via your nueral link to the Gateway Bands from this point on. Lord Fuzzy, I will assemble Clothing for you from the sylicates available at this location.#\ The Split flows into the sand then up Fuzzy's body, When it is done assmbling a new set of clothes on Fuzzy it settles into a Belt configuration. \#Lord Fuzzy, The hilt of your Sword will be impossible to duplicate at this Time, But I will have a Functional replacement ready for you When we activate the Data Gathering for the Insurance policy#\ ===========================