From: Jeff Huo Subject: Re: IC: Wolves Glen Pub Date: 10 Oct 2000 00:00:00 GMT Message-ID: References: <20001007190133.24358.00000073@nso-ce.aol.com> X-Trace: news.itd.umich.edu 971178304 207.75.183.14 (Tue, 10 Oct 2000 07:45:04 EDT) Organization: Denizens of the Wolverine White Coat Ghetto NNTP-Posting-Date: Tue, 10 Oct 2000 07:45:04 EDT Newsgroups: rec.games.frp.storyteller [OOC: Welcome back, Geoffrey! Hope your trip went well. Unfortunately, I'm not really back myself; I'm just dropping through a short post/thread to set up an important clue/plot point that I realized never actually had been made during The Outlandish Fae's time in the Pub...hope all of you are well, and thank you all sincerely for your farewell notes! They were very well appreciated. Hope all of you are well. And on with the episode...e-mails have been sent, and I expect this subthread to be short. ;-) ] In article <20001007190133.24358.00000073@nso-ce.aol.com>, kylinn@aol.com says... > In article , "Crys" > writes: > > >>"Owl?" Stalks repeats, curiously. > > > >Mahri grins. "What I said. Stag and Owl. Pack and personal." > > Stalks Hidden nods. "You know Owl be totem Silent Striders, > too. He your totem too, that be good." > > She moves slightly toward Mahri, then stops, mouth slightly > open as if she was about to lick you. She closes her mouth, > and instead hesitantly opens her arms in an invitation for a > friendly hug. > There is suddenly a massive flash in the middle of the Pub. _Flicker_Flash_ would be the first thing that would come to a experienced mind, especially those Pub patrons that have seen Turnberry or Christina use it before... ...and when the light clears, there is a tall, shaky figure dressed in blood-stained battle armor and has what appears to be a very nasty Nocker rifle-cannon, leaning more towards plasma- rifle rather than blunderbluss in appearance, slung foward over one shoulder. Long blond, blood-caked hair falls in waves past pointed ears; she has an uneartly beauty about her, but her eyes look glazed, blank, her face itself streaked with blood and pale. The armor resembles less medieval plate and more Imperial Stormtrooper, sort of like the ground-troops of Battletech or Dune or Astarial's Legions; it is dark green, with a black stencil of a harp, rose and thorns on the right breast. A faint glow, perhaps a cantrip or energy shield, flickers around her, yet several smoking holes of various depths can be seen in the Armor, and in fact what looks like a broken-off long spear is jutting out of the Sidhe Knight's back. Around her feet, pine needles and oak leaves swirl; probably picked up and carried with her when she Flashed from wherever she came from...Flicker Flash tending to do that, a little like the time-travel effect from Terminator II. She is wounded --very, very badly wounded (probably Mauled to Crippled); even now blood runs from a corner of her mouth, and oozes from around where the spear enters her armor. She is weak, intensely unsteady, practically already over the threshold to what lies beyond, holding on purely by sheer will. Her hands, her right resting on the trigger of her weapon, her left clutching what appears to be a dirty Pub napkin --a familar cloth napkin with the Pub logo embroidered on it-- are shaking badly. Wyrm taint...hard to tell...her aura is dark, but complex...her eyes slowly move into focus, scan the Pub patrons....lock onto Stalks talking to Mahri. Suddenly the Unseelie Knight shrudders, like she's found exactly what she's looking for. "So we didn't kill the thrice-damned Tigeress Pooka bitch for nothing...." she mumbles to herself... Even as her knees buckle and give way, she pulls her remaining strength together to whip up the muzzle of her laser rifle squarely in the general direction of Stalks, but the end of the muzzle swings wildly, as if she lacks the strength to steady it; the whine of an energy discharge building up can be heard. The Sidhe Knight but roars one word full of utter hatred, determination and fear as she pulls the trigger: "*DIE*!!!!" [OOC: To the Pub Patrons: E-mails have been sent, so don't panic. Just do what comes naturally when somebody stumbles into the Pub and decides to try to blow one of the patrons to Kingdom Come without provocation or explanation and e-mail me with appropriate stats....did I say I expected this sub-thread to be short? ;-) ] > Stalks Hidden > 'don't lick people when you're in homid form' - I remember. -An Unknown Sidhe Commando From Hell's heart I stab at thee.... -- Jeff Huo | jeff@spundreams.net.nospam (remove nospam) U. Michigan Med | http://www.spundreams.net/~jeff New to the group? Welcome! Please visit http://www.pepin.demon.co.uk/wolves/ IC Character sheets at http://www.spundreams.net/~jeff/wgpatum.html