Date: 11/19/97 11:41 PM Pacific Standard Time
From: BadgerAx
Badger ran out the door calling "Aislain!!??………..Slain, Lass!!!??.. C’mon now ya mother be worried bout ya lass." He was about to head back inside when his amulet begun to glow, feeling hot against his skin. There was trouble about, and close at hand, the amulet warned him of these things. He pulled out the amulet that he wore on a leather strip about his neck and grasped it firmly in his hand. The transformation was swift, and startling. This was
the first time he had used the amulet to purposefully change shape. It’s main function was to keep him from changing against his will, but the amulet was made so that he could bring the change on himself, while keeping all his faculties.
With his enhanced animal senses, Badger sniffed the air. There was trouble at the lake. He bounded of in that direction. Moving twice as quick as he could in human form, Badger came to the edge of the lake in time to see Aislain’s head disappear under the dark surface. Badger plunged into the icy waters, luckily bumping right into the child. As she turned to him, there was a flash of fear on her face and badger remembered his form. Releasing his
animal form, badger swiftly shifted back and grabbed Aislain in his strong arms. Badger pushed off the bottom of the lake and rushed to the shallows, shouting towards the manor as he ran "MORTE!!, HURRY!!!"
As Badger ran, he felt Slain Shiver uncontrollably, and he began to cry. "She’s alive" He shouted. "She’s alive"
Aislain and Agravain
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Date: 11/21/97 5:40 PM Pacific Standard Time
From: M Redheart
:;Morgan padded down the path. He stopped as he crested the hill, the light shining down in an all trimumhant aura on House Oakenshield. Morte, Aislan, Agravaine..his family was down there. He smiled to himself, basking in the thought for a moment of his homecoming. He ran a pale hand through his auburn hair. He tied down his horse and turned..a grin on his face.."I think I'll walk the rest."
::As he turned to walk a crack emitted of twigs. Morgan blink and turned..eyes narrowing. He scanned the foliage for the prsence of other minds..but found none. Then..suddenly from the shadows appeared 4 men, all grabed in white Robes. Morgan blinked crouching down some. He noticed each one wore a gold amulet with a ruby in the center around thier necks.:: Who are y? ::Morgan asked as he watched them.::
::His reply was each one drawing Longwords. Then one with black croppy hai and a scar on his face stepped forward. Her garbled..:: You are will die beneath our blades Monster. The Priests of Shayear shall cleanse you. :;the man laughed coldly..:: And dont think your Psionics will work on use boy. Our amulets protect us..:: then he snarled and snapped his fingers..two more apearing with cross bows to his flanks. The other spread out in a Semi-Circle
about him..::
:: Morgan snarled, quickly drawing his two short swords, each one glimmering in his tight hands. He spouted..:: I dont know who you are, but you will -not- take me from my only chance at love again..:: he spit..:: And if you do, then I will take as many with me as possible. :: Morgan studied them a moment..eyes narrowed, the wind blowing all about him. He backed up to a tree and stood ready for the Slaughter..:: May my friend shave more mercy on
you than I will you dirty bastards. :: Morgan snarled, his life flashing before him. His brother Darnoc gone..his Father gone mad, and his mother also. The slaying of his parents, then the ominous battle of the man in black..of Ele..Ky's sword piercing his chest. Then rebirthing to find Morte in love with him..Elle gone. He prayed to any god that would listen that he be kept alive..to be given a chance to fix what he had messed up with Morte.::
::The lead man bellowed..:: Prepare to die Morgan Redheart. Your kind has plagued us for the last time! :: then he growled, his men advancing. SOldiers of death. Morgan prepared for the oncoming shadows..teeth gritting.::
From: M Redheart
:;Morgan padded down the path. He stopped as he crested the hill, the light shining down in an all trimumhant aura on House Oakenshield. Morte, Aislan, Agravaine..his family was down there. He smiled to himself, basking in the thought for a moment of his homecoming. He ran a pale hand through his auburn hair. He tied down his horse and turned..a grin on his face.."I think I'll walk the rest."
::As he turned to walk a crack emitted of twigs. Morgan blink and turned..eyes narrowing. He scanned the foliage for the prsence of other minds..but found none. Then..suddenly from the shadows appeared 4 men, all grabed in white Robes. Morgan blinked crouching down some. He noticed each one wore a gold amulet with a ruby in the center around thier necks.:: Who are y? ::Morgan asked as he watched them.::
::His reply was each one drawing Longwords. Then one with black croppy hai and a scar on his face stepped forward. Her garbled..:: You are will die beneath our blades Monster. The Priests of Shayear shall cleanse you. :;the man laughed coldly..:: And dont think your Psionics will work on use boy. Our amulets protect us..:: then he snarled and snapped his fingers..two more apearing with cross bows to his flanks. The other spread out in a Semi-Circle
about him..::
:: Morgan snarled, quickly drawing his two short swords, each one glimmering in his tight hands. He spouted..:: I dont know who you are, but you will -not- take me from my only chance at love again..:: he spit..:: And if you do, then I will take as many with me as possible. :: Morgan studied them a moment..eyes narrowed, the wind blowing all about him. He backed up to a tree and stood ready for the Slaughter..:: May my friend shave more mercy on
you than I will you dirty bastards. :: Morgan snarled, his life flashing before him. His brother Darnoc gone..his Father gone mad, and his mother also. The slaying of his parents, then the ominous battle of the man in black..of Ele..Ky's sword piercing his chest. Then rebirthing to find Morte in love with him..Elle gone. He prayed to any god that would listen that he be kept alive..to be given a chance to fix what he had messed up with Morte.::
::The lead man bellowed..:: Prepare to die Morgan Redheart. Your kind has plagued us for the last time! :: then he growled, his men advancing. SOldiers of death. Morgan prepared for the oncoming shadows..teeth gritting.::
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Date: 11/21/97 7:47 PM Pacific Standard Time
From: AgravainUz
::Agravain bolted up in his bed, his unruly red haired spiked this way and that. His eyes were wide with fear as he noticed that 'Slain's bed was empty. He hopped out of his bed, runnin to the clothes press. Aggy quickly pulled on his clothes, an urgent terror lurkin just at the back of his mind. Something was wrong here.....very wrong. As he pulled his boots on he tried to feel outwards for who was in danger.' 'Slain? hmmm...no...but there is a troubling feelin there'. He buckled on his sword, and grabbin his jacket went out the hall door. It was quiet in the hallway, but Aggy could just make out voices driftin upwards from the Great Hall. When he reached the bottom of the stairs, Aggy tilted his head to look out from behind the ornately craved bannister. He saw a wet haired Aislain wrapped in a blanket layin on the sofa. Marme was sittin on the sofa near 'Slain, and Uncle Jeff and Aunt Summer were talking softly to Marme. Badger was pacing behind Marme, his face worried and his clothes wet. Agravain felt a psionic shout echoin through his mind. He looked at Marme and 'Slain, but they did not seem to hear it. The voice was in peril and needed "Slain. Aggy frowned. 'Slain couldn't help, but he could. Suddenly Aggy was sure it was Morgan who called him. He sped to the front door and opened it quietly, being careful not to make any noise. Aggy shut the massive Oak door behind him and sought with his eyes the source of the mind call. Hishead stopped suddenly, homing in on the direction. Aggy's eyes widen realizin that Morgan is in mortal danger. "NO" Aggy whispers harshly, as his feet pick up speed running hard towards the top of the knoll, hoping that he'll not be too late.
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::Agravain bolted up in his bed, his unruly red haired spiked this way and that. His eyes were wide with fear as he noticed that 'Slain's bed was empty. He hopped out of his bed, runnin to the clothes press. Aggy quickly pulled on his clothes, an urgent terror lurkin just at the back of his mind. Something was wrong here.....very wrong. As he pulled his boots on he tried to feel outwards for who was in danger.' 'Slain? hmmm...no...but there is a troubling feelin there'. He buckled on his sword, and grabbin his jacket went out the hall door. It was quiet in the hallway, but Aggy could just make out voices driftin upwards from the Great Hall. When he reached the bottom of the stairs, Aggy tilted his head to look out from behind the ornately craved bannister. He saw a wet haired Aislain wrapped in a blanket layin on the sofa. Marme was sittin on the sofa near 'Slain, and Uncle Jeff and Aunt Summer were talking softly to Marme. Badger was pacing behind Marme, his face worried and his clothes wet. Agravain felt a psionic shout echoin through his mind. He looked at Marme and 'Slain, but they did not seem to hear it. The voice was in peril and needed "Slain. Aggy frowned. 'Slain couldn't help, but he could. Suddenly Aggy was sure it was Morgan who called him. He sped to the front door and opened it quietly, being careful not to make any noise. Aggy shut the massive Oak door behind him and sought with his eyes the source of the mind call. Hishead stopped suddenly, homing in on the direction. Aggy's eyes widen realizin that Morgan is in mortal danger. "NO" Aggy whispers harshly, as his feet pick up speed running hard towards the top of the knoll, hoping that he'll not be too late.
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Date: 11/23/97 12:17 PM Pacific Standard Time
From: Aislain Uz
Aislain lays still on the couch, the murmuring of the adults a babbling background to her dreams. Her mind flickers yellow and gold behind her pale gray features, an incandescent candle full of warmth and light.
She hears Morgan's call, feels a pull of death. If any of them had been near they would have heard the hoarse whisper as it escapes her lips, "Papa!"
She follows the thread of need, leaving her fragile shell and sliding up through the high ceiling into the stars. She hesitates above the running Agravain, watching with disinterest as he slided down from the top of a knoll. With a quick plea for speed to her twin. She flits forward, a breath of wind on a cloud.
Below her is Morgan, and the heat of his spilt blood seers her second sight painfully. Her small body on the couch moans, as her bruised fingers reach up as if to shield her closed eyes. Quiet hands reach over to sooth the body, pulling up covers and adjusting them.
If the murders could look up from their frightful deed they would have seen a faint smudge of white against the black sky. Tendrils of mist, a silky wash of white against the black, drift down into the clearing shimmering and then coalescing into the figure of a little girl cloaked in no protection but the dark red curls that sweep to the small of her back. Aislain straightens her narrow shoulders, her liquid black eyes bottomless as she opens her
mouth and an unearthly scream ricochets around the clearing.
Two swordsmen, release the pummels of their weapons and clutch their heads as the rubies at their throats pulse wildly. The executioner hesitates, his blue eyes glittering saphires of hate, as he brings the sword down from above his head and centers it in readiness to dispatch the newest spawn of Morgan's. Aislain turns and throws her body over Papas, her little arms wrapping around his neck as she kisses him.
Her grip on this plane weakens, she shimmers and melts back into mist. The mist slides across the small space between Morgan and the lead man. She undulates around the priest's ankles like a reptilain cat begging for a saucer of milk.
Quickly she twines up his thigh burning an icy path in its wake. The Lead Man flinches at the touch of childish wild magic, his lips parting in a soft moan of horror. The two priests behind him stagger to their feet, pulling out thier iron knives as they try to scrape Aislain away from the sanctified skin. The mist oozes around the blades, yet parts at the ruby, as if not wanting to touch it.
The Lead Man lets out a shocked growl as she slides down his arms effortlessly tightening around his wrist with a grip of iron. His large hands snaps open dropping his weapon even as his arms are bound together and jerked above his head.
"Abomination, " He gasps in horror as the tail from his bindings snakes under the protection of his helm and round his throat in a noose.
"Kill him!" The captured Priest manages to whisper hoarsely, his eyes burning blood red. The white tendril pulses, the magic holding it together tenuous and unsure. But Aislain's heart beats strongly, and she fights to keep her grip: to not show the priest how fragile her small powers are, how pure love keeps her locked around his throat.
From: Aislain Uz
Aislain lays still on the couch, the murmuring of the adults a babbling background to her dreams. Her mind flickers yellow and gold behind her pale gray features, an incandescent candle full of warmth and light.
She hears Morgan's call, feels a pull of death. If any of them had been near they would have heard the hoarse whisper as it escapes her lips, "Papa!"
She follows the thread of need, leaving her fragile shell and sliding up through the high ceiling into the stars. She hesitates above the running Agravain, watching with disinterest as he slided down from the top of a knoll. With a quick plea for speed to her twin. She flits forward, a breath of wind on a cloud.
Below her is Morgan, and the heat of his spilt blood seers her second sight painfully. Her small body on the couch moans, as her bruised fingers reach up as if to shield her closed eyes. Quiet hands reach over to sooth the body, pulling up covers and adjusting them.
If the murders could look up from their frightful deed they would have seen a faint smudge of white against the black sky. Tendrils of mist, a silky wash of white against the black, drift down into the clearing shimmering and then coalescing into the figure of a little girl cloaked in no protection but the dark red curls that sweep to the small of her back. Aislain straightens her narrow shoulders, her liquid black eyes bottomless as she opens her
mouth and an unearthly scream ricochets around the clearing.
Two swordsmen, release the pummels of their weapons and clutch their heads as the rubies at their throats pulse wildly. The executioner hesitates, his blue eyes glittering saphires of hate, as he brings the sword down from above his head and centers it in readiness to dispatch the newest spawn of Morgan's. Aislain turns and throws her body over Papas, her little arms wrapping around his neck as she kisses him.
Her grip on this plane weakens, she shimmers and melts back into mist. The mist slides across the small space between Morgan and the lead man. She undulates around the priest's ankles like a reptilain cat begging for a saucer of milk.
Quickly she twines up his thigh burning an icy path in its wake. The Lead Man flinches at the touch of childish wild magic, his lips parting in a soft moan of horror. The two priests behind him stagger to their feet, pulling out thier iron knives as they try to scrape Aislain away from the sanctified skin. The mist oozes around the blades, yet parts at the ruby, as if not wanting to touch it.
The Lead Man lets out a shocked growl as she slides down his arms effortlessly tightening around his wrist with a grip of iron. His large hands snaps open dropping his weapon even as his arms are bound together and jerked above his head.
"Abomination, " He gasps in horror as the tail from his bindings snakes under the protection of his helm and round his throat in a noose.
"Kill him!" The captured Priest manages to whisper hoarsely, his eyes burning blood red. The white tendril pulses, the magic holding it together tenuous and unsure. But Aislain's heart beats strongly, and she fights to keep her grip: to not show the priest how fragile her small powers are, how pure love keeps her locked around his throat.
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Date: 11/23/97 12:28 PM Pacific Standard Time
From: AgravainUz
Aggy's small feet fly over the distance between the knoll and the House. His side begins to hurt, and the sword keeps tapping the back of his head as he moves closer. He hides behind some underbrush to catch his breath, sensing Aislain's presence. He looks quickly around, and is drawn to the lead man. Aggy realizes that there is a dark mist wrapping around the man, he smiles sensing the mist is Aislain. He can save Morgan now, he issure. Aggy looks to check on Morgan and is deeply shocked and angered to see the arrows sticking out of both of Morgan's upper arms. Aggy feels, for only the second time, the rising power of his Valheru grandfather. He savors the feeling of the power fillin his soul, his body. He waits until the last moment, knowin that he'll need all the power that he can get. The 2 men move leadenly towards Morgan, their swords raised to strike downwards and impale Morgan. At that moment, Agravain stands, his arms raised skywards. All the power and destruction of the Psionic power of his heritage leaves his body with one blasting word. NO! The lead man dropped to the ground, the psionic power that flowed from Aggy through Aislain, too much for his human body to take. The other men slowly crumpled to the grass, their unseeing eyes reflecting the terror of their last moments. Aggy runs to Morgan, his small arms hugging his 'Papa'. Behind him, a breathless Badger tops the knoll and halts, unable to believe his eyes. As Jeff and Summer pull up behind him, Badger whispers.." Oh Goddess!". Aggy looks up to Jeff and Summer, his voice tired. " Morgan is hurt.". Then Aggy's world turns dark as he collapses next to Papa.
From: AgravainUz
Aggy's small feet fly over the distance between the knoll and the House. His side begins to hurt, and the sword keeps tapping the back of his head as he moves closer. He hides behind some underbrush to catch his breath, sensing Aislain's presence. He looks quickly around, and is drawn to the lead man. Aggy realizes that there is a dark mist wrapping around the man, he smiles sensing the mist is Aislain. He can save Morgan now, he issure. Aggy looks to check on Morgan and is deeply shocked and angered to see the arrows sticking out of both of Morgan's upper arms. Aggy feels, for only the second time, the rising power of his Valheru grandfather. He savors the feeling of the power fillin his soul, his body. He waits until the last moment, knowin that he'll need all the power that he can get. The 2 men move leadenly towards Morgan, their swords raised to strike downwards and impale Morgan. At that moment, Agravain stands, his arms raised skywards. All the power and destruction of the Psionic power of his heritage leaves his body with one blasting word. NO! The lead man dropped to the ground, the psionic power that flowed from Aggy through Aislain, too much for his human body to take. The other men slowly crumpled to the grass, their unseeing eyes reflecting the terror of their last moments. Aggy runs to Morgan, his small arms hugging his 'Papa'. Behind him, a breathless Badger tops the knoll and halts, unable to believe his eyes. As Jeff and Summer pull up behind him, Badger whispers.." Oh Goddess!". Aggy looks up to Jeff and Summer, his voice tired. " Morgan is hurt.". Then Aggy's world turns dark as he collapses next to Papa.
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Date: 11/23/97 2:01 PM Pacific Standard Time
From: Swyt Deth
Morte sits at Aslain's feet on the couch, talkin quietly with Summer, Jeff and Badger. Aslain's small wet body lies quietly wrapped in the huge soft blanket, her lips movin barely. Morte pulls the blanket around Aislain, her hand soothin her daughters pale face. She looks up to speak to Summer, when she sees Aggy run past the archway into the room. "Morte, love .....Aggy just ran out the door." Badger exclaimed. "Sumpthin verra bad be about this
night.." Morte frowns. " Ye must go after him and hurry!"
Badger pulled the talisman out o' his shirt, the crystal glowin in his hand. He frowns. " Jeff, I'll need yer help."
" Dat be da truth" Jeff grinned fiercely and followed Badger from the house. Summer turned to follow Jeff, lookin te Morte te see if she needed her help. "Nae, Summer...I be thinkin that they may be needin ye." Morte reached up to touch 'Slain's cheek as she moaned softly, her wee hands movin te cover her closed eyes. Morte could nae imagine what had happened te have cause all these odd events. She tried te send her mind questin after 'Slain's
thoughts, but Morte could nae seem te reach her. As she tried again, Morte was stunned as a power shot into her mind. She was barely able to deflect the force o' it in time, so quickly had it hit her.
Aislain's eyelids fluttered slightly, her eyes openin just enough te see that Morte was there, a smile settlin on her small pink lips before she falls back into a quieter slumber. Morte waits quietly watching her daughter sleep, the heart dark with fear.
From: Swyt Deth
Morte sits at Aslain's feet on the couch, talkin quietly with Summer, Jeff and Badger. Aslain's small wet body lies quietly wrapped in the huge soft blanket, her lips movin barely. Morte pulls the blanket around Aislain, her hand soothin her daughters pale face. She looks up to speak to Summer, when she sees Aggy run past the archway into the room. "Morte, love .....Aggy just ran out the door." Badger exclaimed. "Sumpthin verra bad be about this
night.." Morte frowns. " Ye must go after him and hurry!"
Badger pulled the talisman out o' his shirt, the crystal glowin in his hand. He frowns. " Jeff, I'll need yer help."
" Dat be da truth" Jeff grinned fiercely and followed Badger from the house. Summer turned to follow Jeff, lookin te Morte te see if she needed her help. "Nae, Summer...I be thinkin that they may be needin ye." Morte reached up to touch 'Slain's cheek as she moaned softly, her wee hands movin te cover her closed eyes. Morte could nae imagine what had happened te have cause all these odd events. She tried te send her mind questin after 'Slain's
thoughts, but Morte could nae seem te reach her. As she tried again, Morte was stunned as a power shot into her mind. She was barely able to deflect the force o' it in time, so quickly had it hit her.
Aislain's eyelids fluttered slightly, her eyes openin just enough te see that Morte was there, a smile settlin on her small pink lips before she falls back into a quieter slumber. Morte waits quietly watching her daughter sleep, the heart dark with fear.