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=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= .............._______ ............./ / THE LEGENDARY TIMES ............/ / .........../ /.....______.._____.....______.._____.......____ ........../ /...../ /./ \.../ /./ \...../ \ ........./ /...../ ___/./ ____/../ ___/./ __. \.../ /\ \ ......../ /...../ /_.../ /....../ /_.../ /..\ >./ /./ / ......./ /...../ __/../ /____../ __/../ /.../ /./ /./ / ....../ /_____/__/__../ \_\ /./ /__../ /.../ /./ /_/ / ...../ / /./ /./ /./ /.../ /./ / ..../ /_/..\______/./_____/./__/.../__/./_______/ MUD .../________________/ running on mud.legendmud.org 9999 208.188.102.145 9999 =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= http://www.legendmud.org/ ftp://ftp.legendmud.org/pub =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= VOLUME SEVEN, ISSUE FOURTEEN June 26th, 2000 =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= TABLE OF CONTENTS Calendar of Events NEWS & REPORTS OOC Update Cultural Note: Aztec Feast Day LEGENDITES Announcements Clan News The McDougan Report Scraps of a Private Journal A Yeoman's Journey A Violent Encounter ___ ___ \ |------------------------------------------------------------------| / /__| UPCOMING CALENDAR OF EVENTS |__\ '------------------------------------------------------------------' [All times are system time unless otherwise specified] <-> [-] <-> [-] <-> June <-> [-] <-> [-] <-> Thursday, June 29 at 7:00 pm Q & A in the OOC Auditorium o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_July_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o LegendMUD Summer Odyssey continues... A monthlong celebration of the Medieval era. Mid to late July, exact date to be announced: Royal Tournament & Joust, in the fields outside Kleinstadt ___ ___ \ |------------------------------------------------------------------| / /__| NEWS AND REPORTS |__\ '------------------------------------------------------------------' OOC Update Congratulations and thank you to all of the players who sent in ideas for Northstar's OOC contest. You can look forward to a new set of items in the very near future. Special thanks to: Adran Alexandria Alvis Brinks Bruce Cloud_Kitten Daneir Dechtire Gertrude Ieralasa Juliana Krillen Lelldorin McDougan Mishakal Muninn Nanki-Poo Nepon McDougan Pobby Praseodymium Sinister Sitalz Tolkien Trevor Vandervecken Vendetta Vortigern Zrya for their excellent suggestions! []-[]-[]-[]-[]-[]-[]-[]-[]-[]-[]-[]-[]-[]-[]-[]-[]-[]-[]-[] Cultural Note: Aztec Feast Day June 13 - July 2 TECUILHUITONTLI- Little Feast Day of the Lords. For the Mexicas, their seventh month may have been named Tecuilhuitl, which can be translated to "Small Feast of the Lords". Deities of the feast and general vegetation were offered as sacrifices and a special sacrifice of a woman was held. The Great Speaker of Tenochtitlan would publicly dance and distribute gifts to the people. During this month the deities Xochipilli and Huixtocihuatl were worshiped, and there was much Pulque drinking done by all. The Lords of the city hosted commoners at feasts. In this and the previous month, special ceremonies to the deities of rain and the goddess of salt, considered their elder sister, were practiced and the people who made salt would dance for ten days in pairs, each person holding the end of a rope and singing in a high soprano voice. During this time, the concubines of great lords were allowed out of their houses and walked about the streets with flowers on their heads and around their necks. Author: Kaige ________________________ / \ o O | Wonder what folks are | `\|||/ | doing over at LegendMUD?| (o o) \________________________/ ooO_(_)_Ooo________________________________________________________________ _____|_____|_____|_____|_____|_____|_____|_____|_____|_____|_____|_____|___ __|_____|_____|_____|_____|_____|_____|_____|_____|_____|_____|_____|_____| ___ ___ \ |------------------------------------------------------------------| / /__| LEGENDITES: Information Regarding the People of Our World |__\ '------------------------------------------------------------------' Announcements Archmage has reached 200 million experience! Due to the fact that she will no longer be killing for money, but only for the glory of the Goddess, Madison can no longer be recognized as a 'mercenary witch.' She can now be seen as: Standing over a freshly killed corpse, a bloody witch eyes you hungrily. * * * Clan News It has been a time of transformation for clans -- the Ministry of Darkness, the Assassin's Guild, and the Knights of Legend have become PK clans. We now have 18 RP clans and 11 PK clans for you to choose among, and 3 free slots for new ones to form. * * * The McDougan Repeert: Hereshy! Hereshy hash been broadcasht in thish shcroll sheriesh o' late! Thor dunnae be deed, he be muir powerful than ye wee hypocrishy! Aye, aye, sae ye woont tae hae a narroo, unbendin view o' religioon, tha' doomsh all but a tiny bit o' Europe tae flamesh. An intreshtin way yer god hash o' showing hish love o' man, eh? Och, at leesht we wee pagansh be tolerant o' all the varioosh godsh. Dinnae Rome dedicate itsh altarsh tae "The shpiritsh o' thish plashe?" Leeve the wee pagansh shtay pagansh, dunnae make them intae hypocritical arshesh. Hic! []-[]-[]-[]-[]-[]-[]-[]-[]-[]-[]-[]-[]-[]-[]-[]-[]-[]-[]-[] Scraps of a Private Journal Scraps of paper lay upon the ground, as if torn and tossed wildly about to scatter in the wind. As I came across them in my travel, I dutifully picked them up and carried them to the office so that I may cure my curiousness and try to piece together the cryptic message each one held. After a few moments, and quite a bit of tape, I concluded that the page was that of a journal of sorts, ripped from its binding. Whether the author of this wished it lost, or not, I am not sure. But his words within are heartfelt and in sorrow, as you can easily see... June 2nd Today, as each day that's passed, I continue my search. I will cover all of heaven, hell and earth until I find her again. Her disappearance pains me. I can only hope that she's not harmed in any way. The past week's journey took me to Zanzibar, yet again. I had hoped, perhaps, she might have returned there, but she hasn't. Though the staff at the castle still looks at me as a murderer, I could see in their eyes that they worry as much as I do for her safety. Its not like her to leave in such a way as to give no word nor warning to anyone. Not even her sisters in the Coven know where she's gone. I know that she was upset when I saw her last. And I know that the fault lies with me, as though I love her, and she loves me(I hope she does still), my past - both recent and old - has given her alot of pain. Pain that I would take upon myself in an instant. But even still, she did not leave like this at any time. I return to the one place that I dread most in all that I have travelled. I do so secretly, so that the minions there do not report my return, and I'll not be haulted from my search. I'll find her, if it takes the last bit of energy and breath in my body, then so be it. SS []-[]-[]-[]-[]-[]-[]-[]-[]-[]-[]-[]-[]-[]-[]-[]-[]-[]-[]-[] A Yeoman's Journey Born in the cold streets of London, I, Legolas, was abducted and brought to Tara. Once there I found my calling as a Yeoman, quickly gaining skills with my bow and knife. For six years I fought alongside my brethren, disabling enemies with a bow, and finishing them with my knife. In this manner I gained recognition and fame from the people of the land. A pale yeoman, I fought for all that was right and true. One cannot say how I strayed from the path of virtue. Questing with my friends Shaidar and Lady Dagger, I became aware of a sense of helplessness. My mighty bow and dagger did not compare to the great weapons which they wielded. I realized I couldn't help my brothers as I had before. I had lost the path of truth and righteousness. Still desiring to bring good fortune to my companions, but not being able to led me to abandon them and everyone else who I had once called friend. I crashed on coral reefs, was crushed in waterfalls, and fell through a well before my path became clear. Hearing legends and stories of a great being in mystical times who bore the same name as mine inspired me. I searched high and low for answers and clues about his past. Suddenly, in a dream he came to me. Standing before me, he was clad in heavenly armor and wielded a large sword. On his tunic he bore the mark of a prince. His beauty surpassed all I had seen before, it hurt my eyes to look upon him. He stared at me for some time, then spoke. 'Your path has been lost, my brother. You will find your answers in me.' He then approached me, coming very close to my face. Instantly I felt transformed. When I awoke, my appearance had changed. I no longer resembled a pale yeoman, but instead had the appearance of him, a serene prince clad in heavenly armor. My journey had been completed, and I was forever changed. []-[]-[]-[]-[]-[]-[]-[]-[]-[]-[]-[]-[]-[]-[]-[]-[]-[]-[]-[] A Violent Encounter While I was walking down a dark street in Pittsburg, an old man stepped out of the shadows. 'Money for the poor?' begged the old man. 'Look, get out of my face, gutter trash,' said I. The old man growled and slammed his oak walking cane into my throat, making me choke. Just as a reflex, my hand rose and I fired my gun into his chest. His body slumped to the ground. I started to walk away when i felt a sharp pain in my shoulder and a heavey weight knock me to the ground. A half man, half wolf beast peered down at me. *Werewolfs in Pittsburg ... nice* I thought. After some time of fighting, I realized that my weapons were not harming him at all. Fleeing from combat, I made a hasty retreat to a local Church. Although my skin was starting to burn from being on holy ground, I begged the assistence of Father Olan. Father Olan stomped out into the gloomy night, looking for the evil beast. The beggar, still in Lupis form, rushed at Father Olan. Father Olan fired a pair of Silver Berettas, wounding the begger. But the beggar landed a staggering blow to Father Olan's chest then picked him up like he was nothing more than a pillow and threw him into the church wall. The Father let off two rounds, and dropped the begger to the ground. I ran over to help Father Olan. He spoke slowly, blood foam forming at the corners of his mouth. 'Harlequin, you have to help me...the werewolf has infected me. Please save my soul.' He handed me the guns do it. I had killed many a holy man before, but not one who just saved my life. But this was the least I could do for him. After I burned his and the beggar's body, I slipped the guns into my belt and left town. -Harlequin =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Legendary Times is published by the immortals of LegendMUD. 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