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=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= .............._______ ............./ / THE LEGENDARY TIMES ............/ / http://www.legendmud.org/ .........../ /.....______.._____.....______.._____.......____ ........../ /...../ /./ \.../ /./ \...../ \ ........./ /...../ ___/./ ____/../ ___/./ __ \.../ /\ \ ......../ /...../ /_.../ /....../ /_.../ /..\ >./ /./ / ......./ /...../ __/../ /____../ __/../ /.../ /./ /./ / ....../ /_____/__/__../ \_\ /./ /__../ /.../ /./ /_/ / ...../ / /./ /./ /./ /.../ /./ / ..../ /_/..\______/./_____/./__/.../__/./_______/ MUD .../________________/ running on mud.legendmud.org 9999 =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= VOLUME NINE, NUMBER THIRTY-EIGHT September 28, 2002 =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= TABLE OF CONTENTS The Editor's Note NEWS, REPORTS, UPDATES Calendar of Events Recent Updates Recent Q&A Topics LEGENDITES RL Birth Announcement from Cabal's Player Aegir Ship-Bane, Brewer of Ale to the Gods Clan News The PK Front The Good, the Bad and Answering to the Master Styx And Stones May Break Our Bones So THIS is Love Prelude To A Kiss, Part V Hammers and Gods Tigers, Intruders, and Parenthood - Oh my! A Question Asked... On the Run The Legendary Enquirer Castle Black Kayin's Gift Nearly Fearsome and Only Partially Menacing Pete and His Dog ___ ___ \ |-----------------------------------------------------------------| / /__| The Editor's Note |__\ '-----------------------------------------------------------------' The first order of the day is a pair of announcements. Zandy is stepping down as Head Admin and will be going inactive. Thanks for everything you've done Zandy and we hope to see him around when he does have time! Haley will be stepping up into the role of Head Admin. Please congratulate her on her hard work so far and help her out as she assumes her new role and added responsibilities. I'd also like to thank everyone who submitted something for this issue. You'll notice that with several of the RP stories, that where one leaves off another one later will pick up the same story later on. Kudos to those of you who are interweaving them this way! It makes us all feel more a part of the world and better able to relate to your RP when we get to see the differing points of view on these stories and characters! Wouldn't it be nice to see the same thing in the PK Front column? *wink* Also, look for more to be added to the calendar of events as the month progresses. I know Ptah wants to do his Annual Story-telling Event for Halloween again, so start thinking up scary stories to bring and share! -Kaige ___ ___ \ |-----------------------------------------------------------------| / /__| LegendMUD Calendar of Events |__\ '-----------------------------------------------------------------' [All times are system time unless otherwise specified] SEPTEMBER OCTOBER Su Mo Tu We Th Fr Sa Su Mo Tu We Th Fr Sa 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 1 2 3 4 5 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 29 30 27 28 29 30 31 --- October --- Thursday, October 3rd 7:00 pm Q & A in the OOC Auditorium Thursday, October 10th 7:00 pm Q & A in the OOC Auditorium Thursday, October 17th 7:00 pm Q & A in the OOC Auditorium Thursday, October 24th 7:00 pm Q & A in the OOC Auditorium Thursday, October 31st Annual Halloween Elf Massacre ___ ___ \ |-----------------------------------------------------------------| / /__| Recent Updates |__\ '-----------------------------------------------------------------' /\ CODE UPDATES / \ / \ Misc Changes /_ _\ o Different moods for actions when you're in combat: use | | the CMOOD command to change it. | | o AREAS command now runs AREAINFO | | o options are rearranged in the OPTIONS command - mood |__| settings added /\ / \ Bug Fixes / \ o odd weight of rolled bandages should be fixed /_ _\ o clan keywords now capitalized | | o your mood should no longer change when new moods added | | | | Typo Fixes |__| o "the the" fixed in a couple places. /\ o a bunch of mood fixes -- not all moods will look right / \ with all actions / \ o missing punctuation at the end of cross self fixed /_ _\ o "1 coins" fixed in tithe statement | | | | | | HELP FILE UPDATES |__| /\ GENERAL INFO: / \ AUCTION, CLASSIFIED, CMOOD, COMMUNICATION, GLANCE, / \ HOUSING-FAQ, JARGON, LENGTH, MUNDANE, RESTRING, /_ _\ STRINGRULES, SUMMER ODYSSEY, and UPDATES | | | | Thanks to all the immorts and players who made this possible. | | |__| /\ AREA UPDATES / \ / \ If you want to suggest specific improvements or new additions /_ _\ to existing areas please don't hesitate to submit them with | | the idea/bug/typo commands or drop mudmail to the builder | | currently responsible for the area (use AREAINFO to find out!) | | |__| Messages about "jumping out of the way" changed because of the /\ cosmetic issue with sleeping victim's. Shouldn't break any / \ acts. Adds in a scrap book & photo album in the OOC. Updates a / \ few items in the prize machine. /_ _\ | | 1802 ALASKA | | Andreev buys furniture. Various bugs and typos fixed. | | FRENCH INDIAN WAR |__| Be careful fighting Duvier and those around him. Girl /\ with flowers wears her clothes and has flowers now. / \ HOSPITALLER MALTA / \ Fixes the rent on the jawbone so that it's in spec. Be /_ _\ careful with the great whites they're not so submissive. | | Various bugs and typos fixed. | | ROMAN BRITAIN | | Drunks in Aethelstan's tavern have gambling acts now. |__| Changes how the altars work. /\ SHERWOOD / \ Changes the resets on the rivets *SLIGHTLY* / \ THE ALHAMBRA, SEONI JUNGLE, PARIS OPERA HOUSE, AFRICAN SAVANNA /_ _\ Various bugs and typos fixed. | | | | In Progress Area Updates | | |__| This section is intended to let everyone know what builders /\ are working on behind the scenes. It is not a perfect record / \ of progress as all builders will not make updates every week. / \ Players badgering builders about progress or a perceived lack /_ _\ thereof will be flogged. Remember, the longer spent answering | | questions, the longer the project takes to complete. | | | | Cheyla Zanzibar Expansion |__| Kae Larderello (Dante's Hell) =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= _______ ____ _______ / ___ \ / __ \ / ___ \ Logs of Q&A sessions are available on the | / \ | \ \/ / | / \ | web pages for those who are unable to attend | | | | \ / | \___/ | or had to leave early. The most recent ones | | | | / \/\ | ___ | are listed on the sitemap page or you can | | /\| | / /\ / | / \ | get a complete list on the Q&A index page | \_\ \ | \ \/ \ | \ / | at the url below. \___\/_/ \__/\/ \_/ \_| http://www.legendmud.org/Community/lectures/QandA/QA_index.html RECENT TOPICS o More Scheduled Events? o Vanishing Commands? o Are Rivets Broken? o More Hunger Penalties? o Pkill Encouragement & Tourneys? o Normal Mood & Channels Bug o Redeeming Skills/Practices? o Odd Level Message? o Reported as Bugs, but Aren't o General Suggestions/Questions ___ ___ \ |------------------------------------------------------------------| / /__| LEGENDITES: Information Regarding the People of Our World |__\ '------------------------------------------------------------------' Dear friends of Legend, I am proud to announce here the birth of my son Antoine. He arrived among us at 12.15pm on the 09/27/02 in Paris, France. His mother and sister burst in joy with me. Peace to you all, -Chris, Cabal's Player. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Adamar has reached 200 million experience! Enmity has reached 200 million experience! Fairfax has reached 200 million experience! Tancred has reached 100 million experience! =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Aegir Ship-Bane, Brewer of Ale to the Gods Although I am new to these lands, and many of you may not yet know me, I am here say hello and offer my assistance and hospitality. Recently, I have begun to brew my own ale... and admittedly drink quite a bit of it too! This new hobby, and perhaps this is the ale speaking, has lessoned my anger with the world. I now look outward with a positive attitude. Therefore, when you see me, you will no longer see "A red-haired viking snarls with rage as you look over his belongings" but instead see "A giant red-haired Viking stands before you, drinking a mug of ale". If you need some ale, let me know! Signed, Aegir Ship-Bane ___ ___ \ |--------------------------------------------------------| / /__| Clan News |__\ '--------------------------------------------------------' The School of Hard Knocks was formed on September 23, 2002. This RP clan is dedicated to helping anyone who's ever wanted to learn how to PK, but has always been too scared to take help from someone else, we teach through hands on and hands off experience to get you through the rough parts. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= There are currently 15 RP clans and 8 PK clans. This leaves open slots for nine (9) more clans to form. For more information, read HELP CLAN and see the clan information list via the CLANS command while logged into the game. For a basic handbook and reference guide for players interested in founding and running a clan, we recommend that before you even type FORM, you visit: http://www.legendmud.org/Reference/gm.html. ___ ___ \ |--------------------------------------------------------| / /__| The PK Front |__\ '--------------------------------------------------------' The Good, the Bad and Answering to the Master The forces of Goodness fed my Lord's hunger as I sacrificed Sir Geber during his contemplation on the concept of trust in rural Romania. Truly it was amusing to watch him squirm, trying to flee from enchanted bonds of evil as I called down the fires of Hell upon him. Another battle ended less well, as Nova sent me to discuss my failure in battle with my Master. I am confident however that future encounters will yield better results and more souls for He who shall always be exalted! Your Lord, Barabas BoneCrusher Infernals Guildmaster =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= With 78% of the clan out participating in at least one PK skirmish this week, the Infernals spread much chaos and evil this week. One has to wonder if there will ever be a force to check their rise in power. The Grendels, taking advantage of the disorder and rampant plague of evilness, were also fairly active this week. The Knights and Secretives saw nearly half their forces out in the fray this week and the IRA and Coven also fielded a few members. The Hermetics, or should we say Hermetic, only had one member participating and the Syndicate must be sitting back waiting for everyone else to take each other out first. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= There were 67 pkill related deaths involving 65 different characters in the last week. Of those 65 characters, 32 of them were accept all at the time. So come on, let's get YOUR name up in lights! We can't report on it if you don't tell us about it! If you have you witnessed or committed any glorious or nefarious deeds, send a short report to us at the LT. If you are looking for a fight, recruiting, or anything else related to PK (not necessarily PK Clan related), advertise here with us! It's free AND you'll get a token! Be a celebrity, the envy of all your friends! Tick off your enemies or just tell your side of the story! The possibilities are endless -- act today!! _______________________ / \ o O | Wonder what folks are | `\|||/ | doing over at LegendMUD?| (o o) \_______________________/ ooO_(_)_Ooo________________________________________________________________ _____|_____|_____|_____|_____|_____|_____|_____|_____|_____|_____|_____|___ __|_____|_____|_____|_____|_____|_____|_____|_____|_____|_____|_____|_____| Styx And Stones May Break Our Bones Presenting our diary account of our happy honeymoon courtesy of tickets to the Styx Belle from Marcel, by Sir Percy Blakeney and Lady Aemilia Blakeney, for lucky future travelers. Day 1: We hopped on the boat at the pier. Strange pier it was, everyone looked rather lifeless. Guess they weren't on their honeymoon. I fell off the boat ride and almost drowned. Apparently the maximum layers of clothing is just a ticking time bomb for water logging and helpless sinking. I spent the rest of the ride dripping on everyone else in the boat, who swore in every language imaginable. This must be a really popular destination. We checked into an inn simply named 'Dis'. The innkeeper tried to kill us after we asked just what 'This' was referring to. I don't think they spell too well here, but the wine sure gives a great kick. Day 2: All the other tourists either seem just as lifeless as those on the boat ride, or they look rather impish. Must be the water. We met a friendly impish chap who seemed to be barbecuing some large animal in a fire with a large fork. I guess they haven't learnt how to forge tinier forks. We hung out with him and toasted marshmallows. For some reason he rolled over laughing when we asked if the meat was fresh. We think it was still alive. Aemilia burnt her finger in the fire. Note to us, fire in a different colour still burns like hell. Literally. Day 3: We went about looking for various attractions and relaxation activities. We came across an outdoor spa where a few people were soaking in what seemed like personal pot-shaped jacuzzis. It looked nice and bubbly. They started screaming in some frustration when we asked if there were any available jacuzzis and if it was hot in there. Guess they didn't like to share. Apparently the idea wasn't really to rejuvenate the body, and the fellow in charge chased us away. Day 4: We went on another lovely boat ride, manned by this nice old man named Charon. Aemilia somehow angered him by asking how long he'd been working here and if it'd paid well, and was tossed off the boat, resulting in the second near drowning of our trip. Guess he wasn't really that nice. On the other shore we came across another little impish man walking his dog. He was covered in rather large bite marks; I don't think he fed his dog often enough. His puppy's name was Cerberus and after remarking what a nice dog he had there and if we could pet it, he ordered it to chase us around. I was slurped and went flying across the ground. Day 5: The people here really seem to have communicative issues. Every time we ask a question they either scream, chase us away, fall over laughing, or run away screaming from us. And they're mostly naked, which causes me to bump into mostly everything from walking with my eyes shut. We contemplated swimming nearby, but the red color of the water looked rather disturbing. I thought it was lava, and Aemilia was certain it was marinara sauce. There's just something about the water here. Day 6: We hadn't really noticed, but there seems to be a large dress up theme within the people living in the inner regions. Everyone looks like someone famous; Aemilia's sure she saw Freddie Mercury and Aristotle and I saw Vlad Dracula. Like their real counterparts, they are equally strange. Day 7: We're both still alive; which is probably the most amazing thing about this trip, except for the ticket sellers maybe. They're really living our their dreams of destruction and causing pain to dead little pieces of paper. Everyone was really nice and held a farewell party for us, I think they had more fun without us though, we could hear them cheering as we sailed away. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= So THIS is Love Late on a cold night I can still feel her... Feel her breath on my neck... Hmm... She was perfect, I was getting there, everything was going so well. Her, a fierce warrior, and me slowly perfecting the Arcane Arts, and look at me now. A grown man weeping like a baby. I should just give it all up... But no, I will live through this, I will conquer this pain that has no end. But there will never be another one for me, nobody else is like Her. After all, I had my chance, and now she's gone. Or... maybe I should give it all up, what good is life with no love, nobody to tell my troubles to, nobody to hold late at night, nobody to come home to. Life has never been so dull before. I guess those who say, 'You don't know what you have until you lose it' are right. I didn't know what I had, and now she's gone, forever gone, just a hole left in my heart, slowly eating me away... ...so THIS is love... =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Prelude To A Kiss, Part V The door barely slammed in time, a large thump followed by a roar behind the slab of wood as he raced down the hallway as fast as his legs could carry him. Who the hell keeps a tiger in their bedroom?! He didn't even have time to smell her clothes... The scarf now barely held her scent, this simply would not do. he stuffed it back into it's pocket after deciding it would have to be replaced. He glanced back up the stairs, eyes and ears listening for any sign that the creature somehow made it through the door. For all he knew it could phase doors. After all, he would swear he saw a rogue hamster stop to bat its eyelashes at him. Maybe it was just the heat of the desert. Yes, that must be it. So damn hot. How does her fair skin handle such heat? He would buy her creams. Scented creams to soothe her skin. He could smooth it over her flesh like the Sidhe once did with a salve after he and the Queen fought near Greece with... with what? He could no longer remember, only the thoughts of watching that sidhe touch her skin lingered. As did the hatred for this intrusive thing she had taken for her husband. How he loathed that sidhe. OOF! he bumped into something as he walked, he hadn't been watching where he was going. Glancing around he saw nothing. A quick potion cured that. Was it hidden furniture? *gasp* An Intruder! Guards! Where are the- No, no, they would think he too, was an intruder. They would not know or understand why he was there, or his love for the Queen, or that she would eventually be his. Maybe they would contact the Agrabah guards and- No, they would not, he was silent and invisible and no one could touch him. He would remain that way. The new man could not see him. He followed along, watching. Was he here to harm her? To touch her? To smell her belongings? He did not seem to have tiger claw markings down his skin, so likely he had a different motive. Together they crept, one man discreetly behind the other, unknown to him, into the office of the Minister of Finances. He watched as a large sum of gold coins was taken, quietly, while the man in charge of such things, Ashimar, quietly compared two ledgers changing figures in one of them. Out crept the stranger, leaving by way of his own hand, into the dry night air. Was this the extent of security for the Castle? Has the King no cares for his own kingdom? The safety of his beloved bride? Anger seared throughout him, this sidhe was nothing, not even a man! To leave his wife so very alone, and so often, was bad enough. but to offer to safety? And what about that child with the silver hair, he appeared to be staying as well, what about him? The thieves roamed as free as in Agrabah! The sultan there took more care for his whores, at least providing for Eunuch's to stand guard. This man vowed to love and cherish and care for the woman he took as Queen and this is how he leaves her? He could be dead, laying on the side of the roads, for all his wife knew. Or better still, off whoring like the Queen's friends husband was known to do. He strayed back to the hallway, his mind working. Anger sparked. Spit flew from his lips to the red carpets beneath him. Travesty! The woman he offered up to God on a pedestal is kept as a housemaid for a husband that no longer even wants her! Heading northeast he found the entrance to the dungeons, his mind and adrenaline pumping faster and faster, consuming him and his want and love for Queen MoiraGwyn. A barren cell and of course, no guards. He found a spot and curled up in a corner, safe behind his shield of invisibility. Here he breathed the scent of her scarf, realizing that the condition of these cells must surely be the work of his MoiraGwyn. Who else would be sure rations and a sweet were stocked within a dungeon cell, the cell itself clean, bedded, and lingering the scent of.. bayberries?? King Rowane not deserving Queen MoiraGwyn imbedded itself as fact within the strangers head. His heart so longed for her, there was nothing he would not do for his love. His love, sworn to the side of a sidhe who keeps her as a servant to her own house, never even giving her love. He felt hurt. He felt angry. He felt frustrated, unsure what to do to right the wrong being done to the woman he loved more than anything in the world and the life she was trapped in. He screamed, a primal rage echoing up through his being, out through his mouth. Nearby walls shook with his anger, his fury at the injustice being done to the woman he wanted for his own wife. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Hammers and Gods Gad stirred uneasily in his sleep. It was there again. The immense hammer seems to smolder within his mind. He could here it calling his name, over and over again. The Norseman reached out for it... ...and awoke to the sunrise. Later, he told Lilac about it. 'You've been dreaming this for days now?' she asked. 'Ja' he replied. 'Perhaps it is not good for me to sleep on empty stomach.' He chortled. 'I'll be back soon, eh.' The huge man strode to the door and stepped out for some provisions. Only a few minutes later, someone knocked on Lilac's door. WHAM WHAM WHAM *thud* Susano walked through the doorway. 'Your door fell off again' he noted. Lilac blinked, then giggled. Abruptly Susano said 'The hammer looks for Gad as well.' 'Pardon me? The hammer...?' 'The hammer he dreams of...it seeks him.' Susano noted the woman's baffled expression with amusement. 'Many years ago, that hammer allowed its wielders to dare mighty deeds, but after a time, it ceased to exist. It has chosen Gad to prove himself worthy of it. It seeks to be reborn.' 'How is that possible?' Lilac questioned. Susano only shrugged. 'You know I can't answer those kind of questions.' he replied. 'But he seems to think often of you, and your concern for him is admirable. Will you help him?' Lilac nodded. 'When the time is right, you will know what to do. You will be his guide in this, I cannot help.' As suddenly as he had entered, the avatar turned, picked up the door, and put it in place behind him as he left. 'Yes' thought Lilac, 'it's been one of those mornings.' =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Tigers, Intruders, and Parenthood - Oh my! Queen MoiraGwyn halted, key in hand, head snapping upwards at the sound. She turned to smile at Rillifane. 'Do you hear that? That was a big meow, wasn't it. It sounds like the kitty is hungry.' She giggled, watching the boy's eyes widen. He had not met the white Bengal tiger, only heard of him. She finished unlocking the gates, ushering them both inside. She watched Rillifane head into the hallway. How big he was getting... He barely wobbled like a toddler anymore, preferring to jump and hop and skip when possible. And he was learning to say more and more words. A little easier to understand now, one was almost able to have a conversation with him. He was not a dull child by any stretch. She could imagine Rowane's pride over the boys learning of spells. She had heard he was acting like a doting father, seen bathing the child in a stream, teaching him words, spellwords, and generally spending time with him. She wondered if he had grown to care for the boy. If he wanted children of his own. Her hand instinctively went to her bag, it held a present for Rowane, one she hoped he would like. She smiled to herself as she headed into the hallway and up the stairs where she was sure Rillifane would be. And he was. Rillifane waited not-so-patiently in front of the royal bed chambers. 'Meow?' he asked. The Queen smiled. 'Kitty, yes. Can you say 'kitty'?' 'Gitty,' came the reply. 'K.. k-k-kitty,' She stressed the 'K' sound. K's were hard for Rill. 'Kitty!' He beamed when he saw MG's face light up. He did it! Yay! MoiraGwyn beamed at him, he was quite the learner. She rested an arm about his shoulder and with her free hand, moved to open her chamber doors. A small click and the door creaking open as it moved, found a large white Bengal 'kitty' awaiting at the other side of the door. In fact, so close that the door nearly hit him. MoiraGwyn stared at the gentle face of the tiger. He was on all fours, not resting. Was this because he heard her coming? Where was his red ball he likes to play with? And no purring and nuzzling? The tiger glances slowly and quietly to either side of her, all but ignoring both Mistress and child. Moiragwyn stared befuddled. She had never seen this behavior before. What was he looking for down the hall? 'Kitty,' Rillifane's voice broke the silence, his big smile and child-sized hands hesitantly reaching out to pet the tiger. Moiragwyn halt his hand gently. 'Kitty tired...' she stressed the word 'tired'. 'he need some quiet time, we can play with him in a little bit, ok? I promise.' Rill pouted but nonetheless accepted this fact. Nose higher to the air, the tiger stepped up to MoiraGwyn. Her grip on Rill's hand tightened out of nervousness. but the still-gentle tiger had no interest in causing harm, he wanted to peer between them and sniff at the hallway. MoiraGwyn glanced back down the hall. What did she not see? Her hand rested gently on the tiger's back, petting him. He paused to look at her for the first time. MoiraGwyn pulled Rillifane up into her arms, the hair on the back of her neck on end. She backed against the doorway and cast a glance down the seemingly vacant hall. Her gaze returned to the tiger, his stance still alert, his gaze still on face. She nodded at him. 'Go.' He took off down the hall with a solid leap. She started to follow after him but then stopped. Whatever he was after, she knew what room it was NOT in. She stepped into her bedroom, closing and locking the door behind her. One glance at the door showed her something was wrong. A series of claw marks marred the surface. he wanted to reach something... Or someone... With great urgency. She rested Rill on the bed, her eyes looking for any signs within the room. Everything seemed fine. Suddenly she missed her mate. They had arrangements to meet the net morning, Rowane sent word ahead that he thought perhaps he had a way to keep Sparky here safely when he returned. Or at least that is what the messenger seemed to be saying... She really wished Rowane wrote more, or was home more. She understood that Hermetic business was important, but as well, she sorely missed the love of her life. It had been ages since she was in his arms and her heart felt every moment apart. Something at the back of her head tugged her thoughts back. Something was off. No, not off... She glances around, what was tugging at her? A scent. A familiar scent, though not her husband's. She pondered the scent, perhaps it was something from outside, a plant she touched, a grass she stepped upon? but it was familiar in a way that she recognized it, though not a familiar and comforting scent, like that of her mate Rowane. But this smell still seemed... male. Perhaps it was one of the animals? She peered suspiciously at the lemur. It stared back with big eyes. The snake busied itself about her wrist, nearly asleep. No, she didn't think it was one of the animals. She looked at Rillifane, curled up on the bed. She reached out to stroke his hair, it was not him. Perhaps Rowane had been home? *shake* No, she knew the scent of his skin, the spices he wore, every part of him. This smell was not of him. She layed down next to Rillifane, curling an arm around him. Tomorrow would not come soon enough, how she missed Rowane. And with Sparky gone, life seemed so... *sigh* Emrysia was often sick and not around much lately. Nor were Masha and Lawrence, they had not come to see the baby in so very long. Moiragwyn removed the photo album from her bag, her fingers running over it. She hoped Rowane would like what she wanted to make. She felt blessed to have found a container for his pictures, something to organize them and keep them from harm. She pondered how to get one of his father. She pondered her days growing up with her druid circle. Family had always seemed important, and over the years, watching those around her in their families, she felt even more of a loss. Rowane was the only family she had, save for Emrysia who was like a sister to her. She never knew her parents, or their parents.. Did she have any family? Ibrahim was once like a father to her. His adoption of Lawrence stung her heart more than she would ever be willing to admit. Because of these things, she had never turned away Masha's children. It was not that she wanted to play mother to everyone's child, she simply could not bear to turn them all away. She wondered about her family with Rowane and there her mind dwelled. With those lingering thoughts, and an immense love for her husband, she fell asleep next to Rillifane. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= A Question Asked... Lilac awoke early to begin her day 'collecting debts' as she liked to call it. Fixing her hair, she went to the window to check on the weather for her long journey. She looked over at him still sleeping soundly, obviously exhausted from the previous days challenge of 'shopping for a weapon.' 'Worse than a woman', she thought as she smiled at him and chuckled softly. She turned her attention back to the window again, breathing in the crisp morning air, as her mind began to drift to the previous days journey. She thought of her meeting at the inn, and the stranger who had met her acquaintance there. Her mind settled uneasily at the question he had asked of her. She turned, leaned her back against the wall as she looked at the huge Norseman from across the room. She closed her eyes as she repeated the answer he had given him......'Nei', she muttered as her eyes glanced back to the sleeping form, the swift response he had given the stranger took her by surprise. She was just not used to being dismissed so easily by a man. Although she supposed she understood the reasons, what she had trouble understanding was the abruptness on the matter. He spoke the words before she could even form a response herself. Lilac's eyes fell on the still sleeping Norseman, and smiles at him and thinking that a Norseman could never have let that question ever enter his mind. She set her eyes out the window once more, as her thoughts began to drift to her own life, and how she never let that question enter her mind as well. Refusing all men previous, in fear of it herself... Although, she thought, as she watched the sun rise throw bits of gold light through the trees, that she figured herself as no less worthy of that honor, as she, no doubt, has been seen as worthy by others. Yet that question posed by the stranger, never thought to even exist to her. She sighed.... She stared out the window once more, as her thoughts drifted again, the silence only being broken by the sound of stirring, as the huge man tossed uneasily. 'Must be the hammer again', she thought as she smiled at the sleeping giant, and kissing his cheek softly, proceeded quietly out the door to collect her debts. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= On the Run Kaine stretched and rolled over, the satin sheets whispering against his skin as he slid across to reach the small silver bell on the bedside table. A melodious tinkle from it immediately conjured an immaculately dressed footman at the bedroom door, eyebrow raised. Kaine waved an empty brandy glass at him and grunted. 'Oui, Monsieur,' replied the footman courteously, and glided silently across the thick carpet to the ornately carved king-size bed. White gloved hands daintily picked up the cut-glass decanter that rested next to the silver bell, and poured an even measure into the proffered glass. The glass was shook at him, disapproving, which slopped a fair portion of the fine liquor over the bedclothes. The footman filled the glass to the brim and replaced the decanter on the bedside table, before he was waved away. He was almost to the door before he was commanded to wait. A single gold coin arced through the air towards him. In a clean, fluid movement, the white-gloved hand palmed it from the air and deposited in a vest pocket. 'Most gracious, sir,' he said, bowing stiffly at the waist before exiting. Kaine swirled the liquor around in the glass, and inhaled deeply. With a single gulp he threw it back and sighed with pleasure. 'I could get used to living on the run,' he chuckled happily, fishing another coin out of the hefty bag next to him. With a luxuriant stretch he reached across again to the bell. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= The Legendary <crossed out>Times <scribbled over>Dish <bolded> Enquirer! The esteemed editor of the Legendary Times leaned back in her leather chair, chewing thoughtfully as she scanned over the latest edition. Her quiet reverie was interrupted by the mailboy bustling through the door. 'Mail, boss!' he exclaimed cheerfully, dumping a bundle of letters and packages on her overflowing desk. 'Ahh, the latest submissions from our valued contributors.' she smiled, rubbing her hands in anticipation. 'Let's have a look then.' Her nose wrinkled in distaste as she caught sight of the return address on the envelopes. 'Good Lord, they're all from that bloody hack Paparazzi...' she sighed, tearing some of them open. 'Will you have a look at this rubbish - gossip, smut, outright lies - what's this, pictures of strangely-shaped vegetables?' She shuddered and threw them down in a heap. 'There's no way we can publish this, we'll be up to our neck in libel suits. The writing is shoddy, the pictures are out-of-focus, and the alliteration is awfully alarming.' *giggle* 'It says here that Tancred's hair colour isn't natural, boss - he reckons he dyes it or something.' 'Give me that!' she snapped, grabbing the offending article from the boy's hand. 'Good grief! A ginger! No wonder he colours it...' 'Oh boy, this one says that Jenna the silly young witch isn't as young as she claims! She uses youth spells apparently, and the nips and tucks are as plain as the nose on her forehead.' The editor stifled a snort, and muttered something like 'That'd be right.' before snatching the article back. 'Ooh, and Percy and Amelia have been taking saucy photo-booth pictures of themselves, leaving them around for all to see. I ask you is that any way for a married couple to behave?' 'Ick boss, I was using that photo-booth just the other day - that's gross!' 'I knew it, that Herbert West isn't a real Doctor either. What a sneak! Hmm, I wonder if there's anything else in here about that Carian Trag affair...' 'Gee boss, I wouldn't want to be in that Paparazzi's shoes if any of this got published... Boss?... Boss...?' 'Hmmm? What!? Oh, well, that's not going to happen in my paper - we run a respectable show here, and we don't need to stoop to gutter-press levels to keep our readership. Now, run along and do some er... stuff, I've got work to do.' she snapped, waving him away irritably. The mailboy closed the door behind him and slunk off in a sulk. Behind him the editor's voice continued to periodically ring out in a high-pitched cackle, and the occasional loud gasp. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Castle Black Walls of stone and an ocean blue Surround the castle known as black Inside its walls vermin dwell Society no longer theirs to attack The king of old decreed it so That all who miscreant shall sail with tide For better to send them far away And place them in terror's pride Good or bad it matters not For a crime is done so must they go A lifetime spent no matter what Castle Black to reap and sow Understand the kingdoms view For no better way to dispose of crime Drop them off and sail away Never seen again for all time No way to leave the castle grounds No way to steal a ship and flee Rusted swords and armor left behind To kill and maim in lustful glee Lawful men and women fear Their lives swept away by the king's rule For any crime spoke untrue Would see them sail with the other fools By Edric of the Wulf =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Kayin's Gift It was a brisk wind that spring day. Kayin stood at the pinnacle, watching the kestrels as they caught the updrafts under their wings. He walked back to the simple marker a few feet back. 'Ah, Father. I wish you could be here now. It's the kind of day you used to enjoy.' he stated. He knelt at the humble grave and bowed his head. 'So many things I wish we could have talked about before you left this world. I know I was a disappointing child at times' Kayin chuckled. 'Still, you did your best to teach me. I can only hope that somehow you can see me now and that you are proud.' He paused to watch one of the falcons as it boldly landed only feet away on the stone marker. It cocked its head and watched him intently. Kayin smiled. 'Perhaps you can,' he laughed. 'Perhaps you can. Anyways, I came to give something to you.' The Scot reached into his jacket and brought out a pair of Knight's spurs. 'I hope you understand that I can't give you my set. But I had these made for you. It was something you always strived for and I think you would have made it.' He hollowed out a small hole beneath the stone and laid the spurs to rest there, filling it back in carefully. Kayin stood back up. Looking at the falcon, who still perched on the marker, he smiled again. 'At least you have company. Rest well, Father. I will try to visit you again when I am in Scotland.' The kestrel watched the young Scot walk away, then leapt into the air in a flurry of feathers to catch another updraft. He soared on the current until he was merely a small speck in the sky, and disappeared. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Nearly Fearsome and Only Partially Menacing 'For countless centuries a fearsome dragon has resided over our fair city of Thebes. Here he has protected the spring of Artemis from all who would defile its pristine waters. So for Zeus' sake, do not dirty its waters or suffer a most terrible fate!' Rowane read over the sign several times and committed it to memory. He knew that beyond the hill above was the spring the post warned against. 'Are you sure this will work love?' Rowane's wife, MoiraGwyn asked. Reaching for her hand he answered with a smile. It was a simple plan really; the dragon had what the pair needed. 'Don't you trust me dear?' MoiraGwyn, placed her hands on her hips and smirked at her notoriously absent-minded husband. He had been known to forget things on an almost pathological basis. With a 'hrumph' she handed her husband the vial of nightshade, meticulously ground into a fine liquid. Laughing at her skepticism while at the same time admiring the beautiful endless depths of her eyes, he kissed his wife and carefully tilted the vial, letting just a single drop of the toxin fall to the spring with a quiet -kerplop- Nothing... Rowane scratched his head quizzically, 'I wonder if he's asl-'and just as the sign predicted, the scaly behemoth exploded from below the water's surface. 'I told you it would wor-' Rowane didn't have time to finish the sentence as the dragon fell instantly upon him, its teeth sinking deeply into his abdomen, piercing his lungs so that all Rowane could manage was a faint gasp. MoiraGwyn's scream turned from that of fear into one of anger as she watched her husband being quickly devoured by the dragon and she leapt headlong into battle. Seeing such a beautiful woman fearlessly rush at him was enough to give even the dragon pause. But alas, a dragon's surprise is very short-lived and no sooner did he swallow Rowane, then the dragon darted for the young woman's supple leg, lifting her into the air and swallowing her down to meet her husband. The word 'Dogwn!' followed by a child's laugh caused the dragon to whirl around only to be greeted with a puzzling sight. The beast swallowed in disbelief, causing the remnants of his former meal to slide down into his gullet. It didn't make any sense, but he thanked the gods just the same. For the meal he had just swallowed was now standing before him, perfectly whole, but this time with another bite sized morsel in the woman's arms. 'Shh, Rillifane! You'll spoil our surprise' Queen MoiraGwyn said as she cuddled the silver-haired child close to her breast. 'I believe love, that he already has' King Rowane reached to tickle the baby's feet. With a smile that rivaled his adopted father's, the child, Rillifane, waved at the dragon who was by now charging headlong into the couple; obviously making sure to not let this couple escape death again. 'Sweetie?' Queen MoiraGwyn questioned worriedly to her husband as the dragon drew closer, causing the ground to shake beneath their feet. King Rowane continued to tickle the child's adorable feet. 'Booboo baby!' 'Hon!?' King Rowane smiled absent-mindedly. 'Rowane!' she shouted. King Rowane jumped and seemingly for the first time, noticed the death-dealing dragon. From his sash he pulled out a slender birch wand and pointed it casually at the dragon. No sooner had he done so, then the dragon's eyes promptly shut and its legs gave way, stumbling to the ground and skidding to a halt just inches from the family's feet. 'Cutting it a little close don't you think dearest?' King Rowane smiled coyly at his Queen, 'Just a bit. At least Rillifane enjoyed it.' Upon hearing his name, the child glanced up at his adopted parents and laughed, cooing the word, 'Dogwyn! Dogwyn!' * * * * * Sometime after sunset the dragon managed to shake off the effects of the magical slumber. Stumbling to his feet, he trotted groggily towards its coveted spring, trying for the life of him to figure out whose blood was on its tongue. The ones who he devoured earlier did not taste this way. The dragon peeled back his lips and gazed into the crystal pool. There in his reflection stared back the ridiculous visage of a dragon with two of his front dagger-like teeth missing; nearly fearsome and only partially menacing. * * * * * The royal family made their way away from the city of Thebes pausing only slightly as the faint bellow of an embarrassed dragon filled the air. 'This will work won't it darling?' Queen MoiraGwyn asked as she toyed with a tooth the size of her hand. 'It will bring Sparky back?' King Rowane glanced at his wife and kissed her gently on the lips, 'I hope so.' And with that he took her arm in his and headed in the direction towards their kingdom. Cradling the sleeping Rillifane in his arms, King Rowane smiled contentedly. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Pete and His Dog There once was a man named Pete who loved his dog beyond belief. He cherished his dog, took her for walks, bathed her, groomed her and pretty much spent his entire life with her. Pete never considered himself a strange man, farming a bit of land just outside of Sherwood, paying Nottingham's taxes like a good Christian should. But he sure did love his dog. One day, while Pete was out in the fields doing his godly chores, a group of Norman guards sauntered by Pete's place on their way, collecting the king's taxes, of course. They found only Pete's dog to be home, lying in Pete's bed. A guard called out for Pete but of course, he was not to be found. So being the kind of men they where, they decided to take Pete's dog along with a number of other items belonging to Pete to pay for the king's taxes. When Pete came home to find his dog gone, along with his other meager but necessary possessions, he thought that robbers had come and set out at once for Nottingham to get help. Of course, when he got there, he found to his dismay that his dog was dead and that his worldly possessions had been sold just to appease the king and his taxes. So what did Pete do? He went ape, he grabbed a piece of firewood and smashed the head of the closest guard. Then while the others were stunned by this pathetic scrawny farmer's sheer rage, he grabbed a mace from its the former owner and smashed another guard square in the nose. Blood sprouted from his ruined face, spraying his fellows and Pete alike, but ohh no; Pete was not done by a long shot. Pete then pushed the battered fellow into the nearest guard and advanced on the only remaining man, the Tax Collector. Not caring for his own life Pete jumped over the wooden table bringing the bloody mace to bear on top of the Tax Collector's head. Bits of scalp and bone flew up from the man's head as it caved in. Feeling more than seeing the last guard advance, Pete launched himself backwards into the man, bringing both him and the guard to the ground. The guard with his wind knocked out of him did not notice in time that Pete tossed aside the mace in favor of a better weapon. The guard managed to open his eyes in time to see the large wooden table rushing towards his head. Splat was the last thing ever heard from the man. The moral of the story? When stealing from the poor, don't leave them without a pot to pee in. By P-K =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= The Legendary Times is published by the immortals of LegendMUD. Please send replies, additions, or corrections to our address at [email protected] for inclusion in the next edition. All subscription options are now handled at this url: http://www.legendmud.org/lists/listinfo/legendarytimes For RP submissions, copyright ownership remains with the author. We do reserve the right to moderate the forum and edit or reject any submission. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=