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VOLUME FIVE, ISSUE TWENTY-SEVEN September 17th, 1998
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TABLE OF CONTENTS

- The Editor's Note -
- Upcoming Calendar of Events -

ARTICLES
- Did You Know? -
- Immortals Report -
- Madame Decara's Horoscope Readings -

LEGENDITES
- The Ballad of Texican Pete -
- A Murderer Among Us! -
- A Cat and a Rabbit's Wish -
- From which place rings the Division Bell? -
- Report from the Dark Side -
- Memories Lost -

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Hello All,

This week, I'm throwing out for your consideration a few trends I have
noticed in pkill. I have noticed a large increase in the number of
rogues, particularly midlevel rogues. In fact, there are more midlevel
pkillers than I have seen in a long time.

What does this mean to you? If you're currently without a pkiller, you
might want to consider joining. We're a far cry from the old scene,
where people tended to wait until level 35 to pkenable, and then tried
to get to 50 as quickly as possible. That means the scene is open for
you, regardless of your level -- and levelling speed.

The large increase in rogues makes the pkill scene particularly ripe
for new clans and pkill organizations. Whether you're new or old, give
a clan a shot -- a unique or interesting rp, a belief in helping out
those in your group, and some organizational skill is all it takes to
get started. Send in an announcement of your forming to the LT, and
post to the boards. Although formal clans won't be added until housing
goes in, now is a great time to build a clan in anticipation of
formalization.

Love to all,
LadyAce

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[All times are system time unless otherwise specified]

[-+-] [-+-] [-+-] [-+-] September [-+-] [-+-] [-+-] [-+-]

Saturday, September 19, 11:00 am - Trivia by Fatale
Monday, September 21, 7:00 pm - Q & A Session, OOC Auditorium
New Player Orientation
Wednesday, September 23, 11:00 am - Tri-Bond Word Game by Chante'
Saturday, September 26, 11:00 am - Trivia by Fatale

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_____ DID YOU KNOW ... that the GuildMasters of clans can
/ _ \ provide additional information to both prospective members
/__/ \ \ and to current members of their clans through the use of
/ / the PURPOSE and CLANINFO commands?
/ /
/__/ The PURPOSE command is to give a short but informative
__ description about your clan. This is displayed through the
/ \ CLANS command. A good example of how to use this
\__/ is the New Player Helpers' purpose: "A clan dedicated to
helping new players with basic info on playing Legend."
_____
/ _ \ The CLANINFO command gives GMs the ability to give more
/__/ \ \ information such as who to contact for more information
/ / on joining the clan, where their website is located if
/ / they have one, and any other info they wish to include.
/__/ This information is diplayed through the CLANS
__ command as well as the ROSTER command. A good example of
/ \ how to use this command might be: "Visit our website at
\__/ "http://mud.sig.net/" for more info. Contact Joe if you'd
like to join! We're currently in need of a few good
_____ healers, craftsmen and warriors."
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/__/ \ \ By giving more information about the clan, players can
/ / better tailor their roleplaying to fit the clan's image.
/ / It also gives your enemies something to play off as well.
/__/ Also giving them a person to contact makes it easier for
__ everyone to know who's interested and get more information
/ \ on both sides than just the SEEK and RECRUIT commands.
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Clans that build their own communities are stronger and
more fun for everyone!
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The Immortal Report

This past week, the immortal staff, in particular Kaige and Sandra, has
been fixing tons of bugs and typos in area files and the code. These
bugs and typos are mostly those found by the players, and reported
using the 'bug' and 'typo' command. Keep those reports coming!

The last week has also seen a good deal of progress in the area of
housing, both in the coding department, and in the building department,
which is currently discussing costs and implementation. As more details
are available, they will be made known to you in the LT as well as on
boards and in Q & A sessions.

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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.'

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Weekly Horoscopes

Virgo (Aug. 23 - Sept. 22)
You Virgos think you're soooo great! Unfortunately, this week, you're
right. But be careful. Beware a man clad all in green, and anyone
answering to the name of 'man'. Focus on the number 7. Your key
vegetable is the eggplant.

Libra (Sept. 23 - Oct. 23)
Libras love balance (duh!) but this week, honey, you better get
unbalanced or you may never have the chance again. Take that trip into
hell you've been planning, run naked in ShadowLands, swim naked in the
Well of Oblivion, give big kisses to stodgy old religious figures. Your
key fruit is the passionfruit.

Scorpio (Oct. 24 - Nov. 22)
You should never have gotten out of bed. Now that it's too late, at the
very least, go slowly. Drink lots of coffee, and try to steer carefully
around nasty curves in the road and jagged rocks in the sea. Your key
vegetable is the collard green.

Sagittarius (Nov. 23 - Dec 21)
Um, hello? Anybody in there? I didn't think so. I'll just leave a
message, call me when you get back.

Capricorn (Dec. 22 - Jan. 19)
Your conduct has angered the gods. Now would be a great time to die
tragically, or go on a hopeless quest. Be sure to write a lamenting
poem, so everyone knows you've suffered. At the very least, call your
mother.

Aquarius (Jan. 20 - Feb. 19)
The next week is one filled with new opportunities, and old
animosities. Let sleeping tigers lie.

Pisces (Feb. 20 - Mar. 20)
Your investments are about to pay off -- now would be a great time to
cash in and make some long-term decisions. Also, try the ceviche, it's
great.

Aries (Mar. 21 - Apr. 19)
Prepare to get turned on your head! The seasons are changing, and you
should too. Start a few fires, roast a few rabbits, and ponder the new
directions opening up all around you. Your key vegetable is the
cucumber.

Taurus (Apr. 20 - May 20)
The most important thing which you believe true in your love life is
totally false. Find a way to turn this to your advantage. Beware the
swamps and watch out for diseased meat. Your key vegetable is the lima
bean.

Gemini (May 21 - June 20)
A mystery from your past may come to light. A secret admirer holds the
key. Beware of dog.

Cancer (June 21 - July 22)
Crinkle, crinkle, little hat,
how I wonder where you're at.
Up above the world so high,
Like a hedgehog in the sky....

I'm sorry, did you want something? Oh yes. This week, fate is a slave
to your will. So don't blame me, or Jupiter.

Leo (July 23 - Aug. 22)
Don't seek trouble out -- it can find you quite well on its own. A
fierce-sounding roar -- or a war cry, even better, will keep attackers
at bay, at least until someone bails you out... Your key vegetable is
the hottest pepper you can find.

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The Ballad of Texican Pete

There I was, a ridin' the range
With my ol' ropin pard Diego.
I knowed we was West of Laramie
And thunk us North of Talladego.

We'd been ridin for days, under parchin' hot sun,
Havin' spent close to a week in our seats.
Our backs were sore and our heads a-spin
And our hosses, they was dead on their feet.

Been down on our luck for over a month
Figgured we was in for a spurt.
With our bodies and souls a-riled with pain
That achin sorta hurt.

Just around dusk we decided to rest
And searched for a good campin' site.
Lookin for a place to make us a nest
Where we could bed down fer the night.

Rounded a hill and what did we see
But a lone hand a-tendin his fire.
He sat on a log that'd been ripped from a tree
And prodded the smoke even higher.

He glanced at us as we reined in
And smiled wicked, like a joker.
Winked us a wink, grinned us a grin
And said "Ya'll up for a game of Poker?"

"The name's Texican Pete,
Dilletante Gambler, a sport.
Lucky and skillful (rubbed his nails on his shirt) and tough to beat
A Western Range Ramblin Sort."

Now Diego ain't much of a poker faced man,
And politely declined the game,
But me, I been kind of a gamblin fella,
And heard of this Peter's fame.

We set up all night playin hand after hand
Each card 'lumined up by the fire;
All sortsa hands, bid, fold or stand,
As the stakes grew higher and higher.

My streak edged his, and the cash piled up
And he took on this look in his eye:
I saw it there, a desperate look,
And wondered jes' what he would try.

"Friend," said Pete, "I've lost all my pile tonight.
I've no more money that I can lose,
And my wallet's feelin mighty light.
But I'll stand one more bet with the last I can use."

And he pulled off his boots with their fine golden spurs
And pitched em right there in the pot,
And said "Jonas," in a voice (nearly purred),
"All or nothin for this lot."

Our hands were dealt,
Our fate was laid,
It came on down to these.
I folded my hand with a flourish! 3 aces and a pair of threes.

I smiled and stood while he took some cards,
And chuckled and knew I had won.
And he shrugged his shoulders and lie down his hand,
And whipped out his lightnin'-drawn gun.

Diego awoke to the sound of the shots
And I smiled a little smile.
Diego gaped at the body and me, said
"Why'd ya do it," and stood solemn for a while.

I says "He drew it first, and he started the fuss.
And you know how I hate ta shoot.
But Texican Pete was an ornery cuss
And this is a damn fine pair of boots."

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A Murderer Among Us!

In a crowded marketplace, a frantic man rushes through the crowds. Sweat
pouring, he pushes people out of the way in a desperate attempt to get
away from an unseen pursuer. Chest hitching, he ducks into a small
clothing shop, greeted by a heavily robed woman. Thinking he is safe, he
stops for a breather against a clothing rack. As the proprieter slips up
to the man, the hood draws back to reveal none other than the infamous
cutthroat, Bleeding. His mark swiftly dispatched, he pulls up the hood
of his red gown again, and straightens his newly aquired pantyhose,
congratulating himself on his new disguise.

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Granny Weatherwax - Further Adventures - A Cat and a Rabbit's Wish

Granny Weatherwax, while wandering through the wilds, comes upon a
strange altar, where she finds Greebo, who is, unfortunately, in human
form again, tormenting Fuzzey.

Greebo says spitefully to Fuzzey, "You might be one of us now, but
you will neverrr masttter the human tongue, Rabbit. The Cat dominates
you still." At these words, Fuzzey bursts into silent rabbit tears,
pleading with his eyes for Greebo to stop torturing him.

None too pleased by this, Granny chases off Greebo and gives
Fuzzey a reassuring, if stern, pat. "You want a voice, do you? Why do
you wish to speak, rabbit?"

Being naturally tuned to the minds of animals, Granny learns that
Fuzzey wants to be able to talk like people.

Granny Weatherwax says, I can do this for you, but it will be
painful for a while.

Fuzzey, afraid of how long it will hurt, cowers in fear!

Impatiently, Granny Weatherwax says, 'Yes or No? I don't have all
day. I don't know how long it will hurt, but not too long, I think."

Fuzzey looks up into the sky and ponders, then musters all of his
courage and tries to look brave, for he really wants a voice.

The matter resolved, Granny Weatherwax looks deeply into Fuzzey's
eyes, impressing her will upon him. Suddenly, Fuzzey wrenches in
pain. His limbs extend, his ears contract, and his tail shrinks. A
moment later, transformation complete, Fuzzey, in human form, falls
before Granny, groaning softly.

'Be still! We're not done!', says Granny. Now talk!'

Fuzzey gasps, and coughs for a few minutes, before finally faintly
whispering 'Iittts harrd.'

Granny Weatherwax nods approvingly. 'I will restore your shape,
but with the throat of a human. You will adjust to it in time.'

As Fuzzey lies in pain, struggling to control his new voice, let
alone his shape, Greebo comes creeping stealthily back. Not recognizing
the now human Fuzzey, he says, 'Who are you!? Where's Fuzzey?'

'Immm fuzzzzey!' Fuzzey says softly. He poses attractively and
models cute little blue and pink bunny ears. 'Still got my ears.'

Shocked, Greebo exclaims, 'Why are you human?!? Granny - what
have you done!? Again!?" Granny looks annoyed and says, "Quiet. I
don't make the same mistake twice. Now go away and let me finish!"
Waving her broomstick wildly, Greebo is forced to flee again.

Granny Weatherwax sighs. 'Dratted cat. He's caused more
trouble... Ok, back to business.'

Granny Weatherwax peers at Fuzzey again. He screams in pain as his
body returns to normal form, except for his neck and throat, which feel
strange and swollen to Fuzzey.

His body quivers as it fights the shifting morphogenic field.
Fuzzey shimmers between rabbit and human form, until Granny sprinkles
the contents of asmall pouch upon him. Then, the form stabilizes.
Fuzzey is a rabbit again, but he also is aware that he can make vocal
sounds, with practice and time.

Satisfied that Fuzzey's form is stable, she leaves, cackling about
how Greebo will be so annoyed to have a talking rabbit hanging around.

Meanwhile, in pain, weak, but overjoyed, Fuzzey launches into a
scratchy-voiced monologue, rehearsing all the things he can say to
Greebo in revenge for Greebo's taunting remarks. Fellow Enforcer or
not, Greebo had some payback coming!

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From which place rings the Division Bell?

From which place rings the Division Bell?
In pieces of night where our shadows fade away.
Some roads are leading me, I dont know where
I had sharp eyes, before.

Slowly they came back, walking stealthily
Sleeping Queens, our past defeats
Fountains running to nowhere,
Dark promises and all our vows disolved.

It was wings and dreams to share.
It was winters, never cold.
It was big grey skies, exhausted from storm.
It was peaces that you never had to sign.

Some roads are leading me, I dont know where
I saw birds, springs and rocks,
Passing By...

All of your defeats consume your hearts,
Resigned oats under your make-up.
Days following parties when your not drunk enough
To continue, they force you to forget your regrets

Already, these slow and peaceful failures,
Already, these cages you were not waiting for
Already, this discreet lack of courage
All what you will never be, Already.

I saw boats, flowers and kings,
And some peaceful mornings too,
Passing By...

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Report from the Dark Side.

>From the War Front:

A great many clans have for no apparent reason decided to band against
the Dark Side. The Knights of Legend have started it after recompense
was made for constant attacks made against us. Then, the Iscariots,
already at a war of sorts with us, offered their assistance in this
folly. The Takeda followed, breaking an agreement with us. But most
surprising to me is the Hermetics, who I once was a member of. I
thought once that this group was tolerant of all beliefs, not caring so
much for good and evil as much as for knowledge. They have broken my
trust, but so be it.

Several rogue wanderers seem to have decided to join these four
guilds. Once again, so be it.

Therefore, all four clans mentioned above are officially targeted by
the Enforcers; if any of the latter two wish to retract their
stupidity, then all will be forgotten. For the Iscariots and the
Knights, more than a retraction is needed for me to allow safety. If
any of the four wish to make peace with us, the Dark Lord will be
willing to listen.

For all of you, I give you a warning. The Last Day is coming. The
faithful will be exalted; the unbelievers destroyed and eternally
punished. The time is come to make your decision; serve the Dark, or
die.

Beware, for the Harvest of the Damned is upon us.

Aginor Chuain Shadowmage
The Dark Messiah
Esco Domus Tuulenux
Grand Master of the Dark Enforcers
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Memories Lost

I woke up in the Forest one day and could not recognize where i was. My
head really hurt and i didnt know why. When i finally got to the town
it was full of strangers who knew my name--it really confused me because
i didnt know them. I met a human named Greebo there and he was real
nice to me and said that i probably hit my head real hard. Greebo said
he would be my friend, and i hope he helps me get my memory back. Its
not nice talking to people when they know you but you dont know them.

Fuzzey

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