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=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= .............._______ ............./ / THE LEGENDARY TIMES ............/ / .........../ /.....______.._____.....______.._____.......____ ........../ /...../ /./ \.../ /./ \...../ \ ........./ /...../ ___/./ ____/../ ___/./ __. \.../ /\ \ ......../ /...../ /_.../ /....../ /_.../ /..\ >./ /./ / ......./ /...../ __/../ /____../ __/../ /.../ /./ /./ / ....../ /_____/__/__../ \_\ /./ /__../ /.../ /./ /_/ / ...../ / /./ /./ /./ /.../ /./ / ..../ /_/..\______/./_____/./__/.../__/./_______/ MUD .../________________/ running on mud.sig.net 9999 199.1.78.16 9999 =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= http://mud.sig.net/ ftp://mud.sig.net/pub =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= VOLUME FIVE, ISSUE TWENTY-NINE October 31st, 1998 =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= TABLE OF CONTENTS - The Editor's Note - - Upcoming Calendar of Events - ARTICLES - Pkill Tourney Coming Up! - - Halloween Game Winners - - The Housing FAQ - - Madame Decara's Horoscope Readings - LEGENDITES - A Proposal - - From Dusty - - A Call to Action! - - Chante' and Gwendolyn -- The Story of Two Sistas - - An Appeal to the family O'Flaherty - - Comments..... - ___ ___ \ |------------------------------------------------------------------| / /__| EDITOR'S NOTE |__\ '------------------------------------------------------------------' Hello All, I have noticed a number of great things happening on the mud these last few weeks! I've seen a number of small rp clans working to get off the ground. I've seen beyond-the-call rescues and newbie helping, team-effort corpse recoveries too. It's not just old players, either -- fairly new players (or at least new characters, it can be hard to tell!), have been stepping in to help others learn the ropes. Keep on encouraging each other! Greeting each other on chat, and cheering (and comforting) on info can really make a difference in how welcome people feel, whether new or old. For those of you in America, I hope you had an excellent Halloween! Love to all, LadyAce ___ ___ \ |------------------------------------------------------------------| / /__| UPCOMING CALENDAR OF EVENTS |__\ '------------------------------------------------------------------' [All times are system time unless otherwise specified] <^><^><^><^><^><^><^> November <^><^><^><^><^><^><^> Thursday, November 5, 7:00 pm - Q & A Session, OOC Auditorium Friday, November 6, 7:00 pm - Name the Movie by Greebo Thursday, November 12, 7:00 pm - Q & A Session, OOC Auditorium Saturday, November 14, 5:00 pm - Pkill Tourney Thursday, November 19, 7:00 pm - Q & A Session, OOC Auditorium Thursday, November 26 Happy Thanksgiving! ___ ___ \ |------------------------------------------------------------------| / /__| NEWS AND REPORTS |__\ '------------------------------------------------------------------' Pkill Tourney Coming Up! Its that time of year again! Time for the Semi-annual Pkill Tourney! The following is everything that will be required and needed for you to enter. You need NOT be pkenabled to enter. Just be at least level 10. The tourney will be held Saturday, Nov 14th at 5pm system time. The port will be announced closer to that date. You must bring everything that you will use, though, I do have mobs that will give out some herbs and ammo, IF that ammo is 'stock' ammo. Bring extra, just in case. You will NOT be able to prep your friends with vials and/or spells. I will tform, mend and repair after each fight, if needed. The rest of the rules will be given at the tourney. Weight classes: Lightweight: 10-24 Middleweight: 24-39 Heavyweight: 40-50 The 10 level limit still applies, I'll be pairing off people within those limits. There will be a new area for the tourney this year, hopefully you all will find it fun. =) Any questions can be mudmailed to me. I'll be taking entries until November 11th at midnight EASTERN time.(11 system) Please mudmail me your entries on a normal piece of note paper(no photos) from the character that you wish to enter. Please include the following on your entry: The level you are currently The level you plan to be on November 11th Your character name If you use a gun, name the gun you use.(Enfield, webley, etc) -Sandra (*) (*) (*) Halloween Game Report In addition to trick-or-treating the immortal staff, players had the opportunity to participate in two Halloween-themed games. For this year's pumpkin hunt, the mud was filled with over 100 pumpkins. A wide range of players participated, with scores as follows: Paris & TaKSyn tied with 17 Parox -- 15 Renee -- 13 Gangrene & Kevin tied with 9 Iceman -- 5 Sciath -- 4 Khan -- 3 Vincent and Drako tied with 2 Congratulations to all who hunted pumpkins! This year was the second annual costume contest. Players gathered in the OOC graveyard to strut their stuff for the judges, and were evaluated on creativity and use of game items to put their costumes together. And the winners were: For most original, Ronnie as a zombie lawyer. Runner-up was Juggalo as a Juggalo. For funniest, Danar as a newbie. Runner-up was Pan as a bride. For scariest, Vajrapani as a shaman. Runner-up was Talon as a pirate. Thanks for playing and cheering each other on in this contest. (*) (*) (*) Your Weekly Horoscope In a desperate attempt to learn what the future might hold for you, oh loyal readers, I have sought far and wide to obtain the following clues, from none other than our Madame Decara of Agrabah, prognosticator extrordinaire. I transcribed her words as they came from her mouth, and produced the document printed below, and I turned away to hurry to the press so that it might reach you immediately. 'And remember,' she said, as she waved me out the door: 'We all need a little more future in our lives.' ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** Weekly Horoscopes Virgo (Aug. 23 - Sept. 22) Go horseback riding this week. Don't wear any clothes. Libra (Sept. 23 - Oct. 23) Forget about your friends this week and make some money. Kick dogs and shoot beggars. Steal candy from babies. Scorpio (Oct. 24 - Nov. 22) You need to find at least five new temptations before next Friday, and indulge yourself in them alphabetically. Make the devil blush. Sagittarius (Nov. 23 - Dec 21) Death is breathing hot on your heels, even fogging up your sunglasses. Keep your cool, think calm thoughts, and run, run, run. Like a sausage. Capricorn (Dec. 22 - Jan. 19) Green is a really good color for you. If you don't have any green on, get some. Kiss anyone wearing green. Eat only green food. Focus on thinking green, green thoughts. Aquarius (Jan. 20 - Feb. 19) This week is your time for verse. Though your rhyming skills are bad to worse, It is your star-determined curse, so thank the heavens and be terse. Pisces (Feb. 20 - Mar. 20) Your normal affinity to water is all confused this week. You're going to drown if you camp out on the ocean. Wells are also bad news -- if they don't pull you in, they'll poison you at the least. So drink wine instead. Aries (Mar. 21 - Apr. 19) This is an excellent time of year for the Aries. Coupons fall in your lap, and your enemies will fall over dead at the very sound of your footfalls. Taurus (Apr. 20 - May 20) Your bad manners and poor hygiene will boost your prestige this week. You should go into sales. Gemini (May 21 - June 20) Explore velvet this week. Do what you can to bring more potato products into your life -- this week will be the equivalent of the New York Marathon for you, so carbo-load to your heart's content. Cancer (June 21 - July 22) Cancer. This week, it's not who you are, it's what you have. Get more exercise and be sure to amputate any diseased limbs. Leo (July 23 - Aug. 22) Call your mother. Beg her to tell you about your long-lost sister. Don't believe her when she claims that your sister died of a mysterious disease. You know better. She was kidnapped and is waiting for you to find her. Trust no one. All lies lead to the truth. ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ________________________ / \ o O | Wonder what folks are | `\|||/ | doing over at LegendMUD?| (o o) \________________________/ ooO_(_)_Ooo________________________________________________________________ _____|_____|_____|_____|_____|_____|_____|_____|_____|_____|_____|_____|___ __|_____|_____|_____|_____|_____|_____|_____|_____|_____|_____|_____|_____| ___ ___ \ |------------------------------------------------------------------| / /__| LEGENDITES: Information Regarding the People of Our World |__\ '------------------------------------------------------------------' (*) (*) (*) A Proposal, or, How a lonely Gunslinging Musician came to be engaged to a Lovely young Druidess, by his own account: Wandering the Dun in the village of Tara, I once again found myself sneaking into the servant's alcove with the lovely and wickedly charming Sciath Druerye, my one true love. We had spent long nights in that seemingly empty alcove before, confessing our feelings to one another, and the thought of spending more time alone together was more than pleasing. However, I was having thoughts. It pleased me to spend so much time with her, but the secrecy of our relationship was starting to bother me. With a conspiratorial whisper, she confessed to me, "My friends are starting to wonder about us, darling. They know that something is going on." A hesitant smile crossed my lips, my thoughts still distracted and in the future. "Something wrong?" she asked. "You seem distracted." I smiled at her. "Nothing distracts me from you, my love, except further thoughts of you. I wonder what you think of us, where we are going?" It seemed not to surprise her as much as I'd expected. "What exactly did you have in mind?" she asked, as if she didn't know. "Stay here a moment, my love?" I said, as I walked away. Content to wait, she sat. Not content to wait, I believe I have never traveled so quickly from her native land of Ireland to the land of Britain, where my treasure awaited me in a small hut near Aquae Sulis. My courier had come from a land he called Nazca, a land I thought was legendary. When I saw what he brought, it only reaffirmed to me that this land could not be real. It was more beautiful than I could have hoped for, a silver ring in the shape of a rose. It seemed just moments later that I was back in Ireland, kneeling before my ladylove, and sliding that beautiful piece of craftsmanship onto her delicate finger. She knew what it meant, but I asked anyhow. "Sciath, my love... our time has meant so much to me, and I want it to last forever. Will you marry me?" Never have I seen a more beautiful smile of joy. "Need you even ask?" she said. "Of course I will." After a truly loving embrace and a smothering of me with her delicate kisses, she suddenly drew her sword. With a swift move, she'd cut off a lock of her beautiful coppery hair. Moments later, she'd put it on a delicate silver thread, and placed that around my neck, where it will stay forever, a treasured memento of true love. (*) (*) (*) From Dusty Describe the eyes; I fail. Describe the face: I try, but nothing seems to match in song The visage in my mind. There is no place In metaphor that serves to sing my longing. So. Perhaps none can, none will, not now, Nor ever, understand the passion pent Within my heart. No verse will serve, no loud Declaiming, quiet whispers, letters sent. If I, with words at my command, cannot Convey my love even to myself--such small hope have I of my love knowing what Resides within my heart! Small hope--yet much Is said by silence and a knowing glance; Enough, indeed, this invitation to the dance. -Dusty (*) (*) (*) A Call to Action! Look what the cat dragged in. On occasion, a man pauses in mid-stride and glances at the world which spins around him anew as if he were seeing it for the first time. Often he will think no more of it than to note the merriness of the forest birds, or that he needs a new pair of shoes, or that the fellow next to him really needs a new pair of shoes. Sometimes he will leap from his bath-tub, yell EUREKA! and run naked down the street. Which is, by the way, probably not recommendable in our enlightened era (or in winter). Jest aside, it happened so to me that I stood engaged in light banter with fellows in the forest near my home, and had such a glancing-about experience. What did I not see when my eyes thus were opened! Too long have we lain complacent, content to let the tides shift and the trees grow. Too long have we rested on our laurels, content in the knowledge that while the world can never be completely rid of evil until the Last Day, we certainly had made a good attempt. Too long have we walked blind. I glanced about me there, and heard one peasant whisper to another that once more, the druids of old, pagan worshipers of trees, are gathering in far-off glades, there to grovel before ancient oaks and sacrifice hapless animals to their indifferent idols. By the Lord! I heard the hapless animals themselves speak! What has the world come to, when talking rabbits and cats transformed into men walk among us as if were they too good Christians? I looked about me once more, but to find that the undead walk among us now flaunting what they have (and what they lack) as if they were good productive citizens. Vampires, drinkers of blood, drinkers of souls, drinkers of both and probably worse, wandering about proudly displaying their unholy nature as if it was but another color of skin. Playing their schemes of evil in league with entities of hell, angels and succubi walking the upper world. All of them shamelessly willing to claim that they have as much right to exist as their fellow man. The undead are not fellow men! Succubi are not fellow women! Rabbits and cats are rabbits and cats! How simple it would be to focus our effort and channel our resources at one goal, namely to keep in check Islamic influence on the world. We have done so, with some success, and sometimes without. We have fought long battles against followers of trees, of demons and their masters, and even against witches and sorcerers. Some won, some lost. Now it is time to glance into our hearth, rather than beyond it, in the search for an enemy. The time has come for us all, peasant or nobleman, man or woman, venerable grandfather or child, bawdy sailor or serene clergyman, to pause in mid-stride, glance about ourselves, and consciously make the choice: If we are not with Him, we are against Him. No longer should evil be permitted to wear masks of humanity and slink inconspicuously into our homes and friendships, there to sow seeds of cruelty, unholy passion and strife. 'Tis said that the forces of good are having a hard time in these years - but 'tis no big wonder why, with all this that we have goodnaturedly allowed the cat to drag in. Yours in Christ, Tancred de Gisborne, Master of the Temple. (*) (*) (*) Chante' and Gwendolyn--The Story of Two Sistas Chante' and Gwendolyn were born into a wealthy Irish family on a snowy winter day in December. As the first children and grandchildren in the McIntyre family, the twins were doted on and loved immensely. While the twins were growing up, their father, Joseph Mulray McIntyre, was gone quite often, as he was a traveling musician, and took his music very very serious, and felt his hard work, and devotion, would provide and would financially support his family. Their mother Elizabeth McIntyre, was a warm and compassionate woman, who loved her children more then anything, and it showed. Though Elizabeth was well taken care of, and loved her husband very much, she became lonely and consequently took a lover. Then one year, the twins were nine years old, and Elizabeth learned she was pregnant by her lover and had to tell Joseph the truth. Joseph became incredibly distraught by the news that his wife had an affair, and he left the family home, never to be seen again. During the course of her pregnancy, Elizabeth was not really taking care of herself and went into labor quite early. After days of being in labor, a son, DethStar was born, Elizabeth had complications while giving birth, her body just couldn't take anymore, and gave up. Elizabeth died, shortly after giving birth to her son. In the days after their mothers death, several family members wanted to take the twins, but none of them wanted their baby brother because he wasn't a true McIntyre, and because this baby would be a reminder of Elizabeth's affair. Chante' and Gwendolyn loved their brother, and knew they didn't want to be separated from each other, especially after losing both of their parents. The girls felt that they were on their own, and knew that they needed to stick together, but didn't know what to do. Then they remembered their mother's sister, Eris, who lived in Agrabah. So they took the baby, and a few family belongings and left their family home in Tara and headed for their Aunt's house in Agrabah. When they finally reached their destination, Chante' and Gwendolyn told their Aunt Eris the story of their mother and father, and how the rest of the family wanted to separate them from their brother, DethStar. Eris agreed to raise the children, for Elizabeth was her twin sister and she couldn't imagine to see her nieces and nephew torn apart. Eris has one daughter of her own, Jade, who was only a few years older then the twins. For the next eight years the twins and their brother, lived in Agrabah with Eris and Jade. When Chante' and Gwendolyn were 18 they decided to leave Agrabah and go back home to Tara. They took their brother and returned to the family home, only to find the once beautiful estate in ruins. The twins were shocked to find that the rest of the McIntyre family had either been killed or taken prisoner when Tara was under attack by the Romans. Determined to bring the McIntyre name back to where it once was, the twins decided to move into the ruined home and began working to restore it. Three years later, the home was finally completely restored. By this time, Gwendolyn was about to be married to Ronnie Valthalas. Ronnie and Gwendolyn were happily married for some time, until Ronnie's jealous nature became too much for Gwendolyn to handle. After several attempts at making the marriage work, Ronnie and Gwen divorced. At this point in time, both Chante' and Gwendolyn were single and taking care of their little brother. After awhile, Chante' met Xerox and the two quickly became inseparable, and deeply in love. After being engaged for a very short time, Chante' and Xerox were married. Chante' and Xerox were deeply in love, but later in their marriage, they began to have some problems, and Chante' became very unhappy. Her unhappiness grew, as she found herself married, living a single life, she became no stranger to loneliness, and heartbreak. After nights of crying herself to sleep, and advised by some of her closest friends, Chante' decided that it was time for a change, and she would divorce Xerox. This was the hardest decision she had to make, but it was something that needed to be done. Unfortunately, as a result, there was lots of tension between Xerox's siblings and Chante', but she knew in her heart that she could never be truly happy with Xerox until he was ready to commit himself to her fully, heart and soul. Chante' and Xerox are friends at this time. While Gwen was married to Ronnie still, she had a friend named Deqitosv Awooga. After her divorce, Deqitosv had been there for her when she needed him, and eventually, the two of them became more then friends and were engaged. After months of being together, Gwen and Deq decided to FINALLY get married, because Gwen was pregnant. A beautiful baby girl, Cenja, was born, and to this day Cenja is the pride of the McIntyre and the Awooga families. So, this brings us to the present day in the story of these two sistas. Gwen is still very happily married to Deqitosv, and their baby daughter is loved immensely. In their extended family, are Deq's cousin Jen-Jen and her wife, FireHorse, Deq's sister Anastejia and her daughter Denstra, and Denstra's granddaughter, Mertjai. Chante' is currently dating, and she hopes that she has found true love in a certain prominent Legend citizen. DethStar has grown into a nice young man, seeking happiness for himself and his sisters. Although he is close with his sisters, as he becomes older, he is becoming more curious about his "other family", his father's family. DethStar's dream is to find out more about them and to one day meet his father. Josepth McIntyre is believed to still be alive. Although Chante' and Gwen haven't seen him since they were nine years old, they still love their father very much. They hope that one day he will return to Tara and see what a good life the twins have made for themselves and their families. Chante', Gwendolyn and DethStar are very close siblings who love each other and their families very much. Even though DethStar is the only remaining McIntyre by name, they all hope that as they grow older, the story of the McIntyre's and their families will continue to grow. (*) (*) (*) An Appeal to the family O'Flaherty I've searched all of these lands, in the hopes that I would find those of my lady's family I had not yet spoken, to no avail. Those of the O'Flaherty family that I have not yet spoken to, I ask you grant me this. It is of great importance that we meet. I've given my word to Xanthea I would do all I possibly could in order to get in touch with each of you. I ask of you, do not let me down. I await your responses. Respectfully, Sterling (*) (*) (*) Comments..... Feer her actionsh tae droonksh, and inflatchable'sh calloush attitude in reportchin them, theshe twa are nae freinds of the McDoogansh! Beware aul nooble ladsh! -McDougan =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Legendary Times is published by the immortals of LegendMUD. Please send all replies, additions, or corrections to our address at [email protected] for inclusion in the next edition. 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