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From: Peter Wass <[email protected]>
Date: Sun Jan 2, 2000 10:05am
Subject: Re: Webpage up - kinda
Can you add the description of my equipment (particularly the helmet - it
will become important) to my char.
Thanks
Peter Cobcroft wrote:
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> Bear with me, it's severely under construction.
>
> ="http://fade.to/sephiroth" target="_top" >http://fade.to/sephiroth
>
> If by any chance, you have collated your own emails on
> a turn-by-turn basis, I would be very interested in
> getting them off you, rather than doing it myself....
> (not that I'm lazy, just wishing to have the page up
> properly quickly for easy reference)
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From: Peter Cobcroft <[email protected]>
Date: Sun Jan 2, 2000 12:12pm
Subject: Re: Webpage up - kinda
Having problems using Frontpage (going to have to make
it theme-less)
And am formatting/spellchecking emails.
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> Peter
> (particularly the helmet - it
> will become important) to my char.
> curufea@y...
> >
> > Bear with me, it's severely under construction.
> >
> > ="http://fade.to/sephiroth" target="_top" >http://fade.to/sephiroth
> >
> > If by any chance, you have collated your own
> emails on
> > a turn-by-turn basis, I would be very interested
> in
> > getting them off you, rather than doing it
> myself....
> > (not that I'm lazy, just wishing to have the page
> up
> > properly quickly for easy reference)
> >
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From: Rachel < ="/post/dungeonsephiroth?protectID=243059104056185134015056066056130012248102166189209171188199172199025" >[email protected]>
Date: Mon Jan 3, 2000 3:25pm
Subject: Re: Ari's drawings + the door
> > descriptions, Ari?
straight forrward. And the Bone Well..." Ari shudders slightly, glancing
to one side."Let's just say, it looked like a place to store experiments...
We ran."
Gwen has wandered over to the door, unsatisfied with Ari's mumblings. She
exhales a slow waft of smoke against the door.
"Vessel. Not door. Hmmmm. Great. So we have 'Derisnospewn' and Ari's mate
- 'Wenisadore'. So when is a door, not a door? When it's a vessel? When
drunk enough to actaully be some fun. Riddles! Next we'll have morris
She leans close and examines the door, becoming very still, then lets out
Gwen places her left palm against the stone surface of the centre door, her
hand lying over the circle inscribed with "Fear" and pushes.
109
From: Peter Cobcroft <[email protected]>
Date: Mon Jan 3, 2000 10:10pm
Subject: The doors open
> still, then lets out
> an annoyed grunt - more self-chiding than anything
> dammit."
There is a muffled, deep, tomb-like thud of stone
settlling on stone.
> Gwen places her left palm against the stone surface
> of the centre door, her
> hand lying over the circle inscribed with "Fear" and
> pushes.
The mass of the door resists mightily. Several
seconds of pressure go by as the inertia is overcome.
There is a dusty scraping noise as the door gradually
opens. The dark crack that appears, seeming to
swallow the morning sun as it widens.
The overhanging rock of the mountain casts it's shadow
into the revealed depths.
A corridor, long, straight and clean continues deep
into the moundain. At the far end is a dimply lit
door. Another double door, closed.
The stired dust of the entrance swirls in the shaft of
light before finally settling on the ground.
There is an echo. A deep, soft thud of the entrance
door coming to rest against the solidity of the
mountain. The weight of it pressing down on all
sides.
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From: Rachel <[email protected]>
Date: Tue Jan 4, 2000 00:54am
Subject: Re: The doors open
out
> an annoyed grunt - more self-chiding than anything else. "When is a
door not a door? When it's ajar, dammit."
There is a muffled, deep, tomb-like thud of stone settlling on stone.
> Gwen places her left palm against the stone surface of the centre door,
her
hand lying over the circle inscribed with "Fear" and pushes.
The mass of the door resists mightily. Several
> seconds of pressure go by as the inertia is overcome.
> There is a dusty scraping noise as the door gradually
> opens. The dark crack that appears, seeming to
> swallow the morning sun as it widens.
> The overhanging rock of the mountain casts it's shadow
> into the revealed depths.
> A corridor, long, straight and clean continues deep
> into the moundain. At the far end is a dimply lit
> door. Another double door, closed.
> The stired dust of the entrance swirls in the shaft of
> light before finally settling on the ground.
> There is an echo. A deep, soft thud of the entrance
> door coming to rest against the solidity of the
> mountain. The weight of it pressing down on all
> sides.
The half-elf ranger steps backs, plucks the silver pipe from between her
strong white teeth and smiles. Her left hand comes to rest easily on her
curved hip, one finger looping fondly about the hilt of her hunting knife.
"Well, a little premature, maybe," she says in a melodic tone, regarding
the revealed corridor with a twinkling eye. "But I'm not about to say
'woops'. Let's get moving. Ari, fill in Balron and Kaceubel on anything
tree-line into which Nadia vanished some time ago. She quickly finds the
marks of the human woman's progress, and with a widening grin of
anticipation, slips soundlessly up to the edge of the tranquil grove of
whispering firs selected by Nadia for her rituals.
111
From: Rachel <[email protected]>
Date: Fri Jan 7, 2000 3:31pm
Subject: Re: Time to enter
the ranger leads the cloaked cleric from the forest. Ari, Kaceubel and
Balron note the intertwined fingers of the two and the sober light in the
eyes of both women. Gwen looks almost subdued. She nonetheless has a
healthily arch look to throw Ari's way and seems to watch the Dungeon with
vigilant suspicion.
Gwen unslings her bow from her shoulder as she and Nadia rejoin the group
and says, quite simply, "Let's go."
112
From: Robert Barbetti <[email protected]>
Date: Fri Jan 7, 2000 4:54pm
Subject: Mage is back in town.
Rob.
113
From: Robert Barbetti < ="/post/dungeonsephiroth?protectID=189166091185082233170218065148147241071026057192209079013" >[email protected]>
Date: Sat Jan 8, 2000 2:25am
Subject: RE: Time to enter
the ranger leads the cloaked cleric from the forest. Ari, Kaceubel and
Balron note the intertwined fingers of the two and the sober light in the
eyes of both women. Gwen looks almost subdued. She nonetheless has a
healthily arch look to throw Ari's way and seems to watch the Dungeon with
vigilant suspicion.
Gwen unslings her bow from her shoulder as she and Nadia rejoin the group
and says, quite simply, "Let's go."
The elf slumbers on, blissfully unaware of the events unfolding around him.
114
From: Rachel <[email protected]>
Date: Sat Jan 8, 2000 12:07pm
Subject: Re: Entering
> and says, quite simply, "Let's go."
him.
The half-elf pauses, takes in the sight of the sleeping mage and walks
over. A firm prod in the ribs with the toe of her boot definitely gets
suggest you get to your feet and shoulder your pack before the gods get
sick of waiting and do the Apocalypse thing without our input."
With that, the ranger turns on her heel, beckons to Ari (hooking a finger
on his shoulder just to make sure) and strolls up to the door. "Any traps?
Check."
muscle is close at hand, gives Ari a gentle but abrupt shove. The Hobbit
stumbles over the threshold with a squawk of protest, his boots kicking up
dust. The ranger watches calmly, rubs an eye, and then shrugs as Ari
with a faintly troubled expression towards Nadia before visibly gathering
her thoughts and getting back to business. An arrow slides from the quiver
and meets the string of her bow, Balron steps forward, axe in hand, and as
they both advance through the doorway, sunlight slips like oil from the
dwarf's armour and shadows darken Gwen's camouflaged clothing to a dull
hue. Feeling enveloped by the cool air within, the ranger presses
forwards, senses straining for any hint of danger as she takes her first
strides into Sephiroth. Her eyes are bright with anticipation, but her
lips are set in a grim line.
115
From: Robert Barbetti <[email protected]>
Date: Sat Jan 8, 2000 12:10pm
Subject: RE: Entering
> and says, quite simply, "Let's go."
>
> The elf slumbers on, blissfully unaware of the events unfolding around
him.
The half-elf pauses, takes in the sight of the sleeping mage and walks
over. A firm prod in the ribs with the toe of her boot definitely gets
Kaceubel's attention. Gwen smiles down, one capable hand on her hip.
"You can spy on us as thoroughly conscious as you do 'asleep', mage. I
suggest you get to your feet and shoulder your pack before the gods get
sick of waiting and do the Apocalypse thing without our input."
With that, the ranger turns on her heel, beckons to Ari (hooking a finger
on his shoulder just to make sure) and strolls up to the door. "Any traps?
Check."
Ari does his thing, shakes his head, and Gwen smiles appreciatively.
"Excellent." She looks over her shoulder at Balron, and satisfied that the
muscle is close at hand, gives Ari a gentle but abrupt shove. The Hobbit
stumbles over the threshold with a squawk of protest, his boots kicking up
dust. The ranger watches calmly, rubs an eye, and then shrugs as Ari
straightens and turns without being impaled on some hidden spikes.
Gwen ignores the withering look cast her way by the thief, pausing to turn
with a faintly troubled expression towards Nadia before visibly gathering
her thoughts and getting back to business. An arrow slides from the quiver
and meets the string of her bow, Balron steps forward, axe in hand, and as
they both advance through the doorway, sunlight slips like oil from the
dwarf's armour and shadows darken Gwen's camouflaged clothing to a dull
hue. Feeling enveloped by the cool air within, the ranger presses
forwards, senses straining for any hint of danger as she takes her first
strides into Sephiroth. Her eyes are bright with anticipation, but her
lips are set in a grim line.
116
From: Peter Cobcroft <[email protected]>
Date: Sat Jan 8, 2000 1:17pm
Subject: Good News on Ari
of whom I have roleplayed with before (Matt Woods and
Dianna Lang). Both are imaginative and creative.
I'll give them all the Ari information and hopefully
only one of them will still want play him.
Otherwise I'll have to choose....

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From: Robert Barbetti <[email protected]>
Date: Sat Jan 8, 2000 1:22pm
Subject: RE: Good News on Ari
Rob.
-----Original Message-----
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Sent: Saturday, January 08, 2000 12:17 PM
To: Dungeon Sephiroth
Subject: [dungeonsephiroth] Good News on Ari
I have got two potential candidates to play Ari. Both
of whom I have roleplayed with before (Matt Woods and
Dianna Lang). Both are imaginative and creative.
I'll give them all the Ari information and hopefully
only one of them will still want play him.
Otherwise I'll have to choose....

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From: Peter Wass <[email protected]>
Date: Sun Jan 9, 2000 7:40pm
Subject: Re: Entering
> on his shoulder just to make sure) and strolls up to the door. "Any traps?
> Check."
> Ari does his thing, shakes his head, and Gwen smiles appreciatively.
> "Excellent." She looks over her shoulder at Balron, and satisfied that the
> muscle is close at hand, gives Ari a gentle but abrupt shove. The Hobbit
> stumbles over the threshold with a squawk of protest, his boots kicking up
> dust. The ranger watches calmly, rubs an eye, and then shrugs as Ari
> straightens and turns without being impaled on some hidden spikes.
Balron reaches back with his left hand, a deft twist freeing his huge crossbow. His axe resting against his thigh, he pulls back the string with his right with no apparent effort. The metal arms creak as they settle into position. A bolt is put in place and the axe recovered. A shrug of his shoulder drops his shield to his left forearn, ready at hand.
> Gwen ignores the withering look cast her way by the thief, pausing to turn
> with a faintly troubled expression towards Nadia before visibly gathering
> her thoughts and getting back to business. An arrow slides from the quiver
> and meets the string of her bow, Balron steps forward, axe in hand, and as
> they both advance through the doorway, sunlight slips like oil from the
> dwarf's armour and shadows darken Gwen's camouflaged clothing to a dull
> hue.
Despite what must be considerable weight, his arm is rock steady as his advances into the dark behind his bow. As the light leaves him there is an afterglow, faint and shimmering, which starts at the peak of his helm and spirals down, seeming to sweep the remants of sunlight from him, making him all but invisible. A low murmered voice is heard "Kragdin Battlemaster, join me in battle."
119
From: Rachel < ="/post/dungeonsephiroth?protectID=243059104056185134015056066056130012248102166189209171188199172199025" >[email protected]>
Date: Mon Jan 10, 2000 00:01am
Subject: Re: Entering
trim my presumptuous stage directions ;-)>
The Hobbit
> > stumbles over the threshold with a squawk of protest, his boots kicking
up
> > dust. The ranger watches calmly, rubs an eye, and then shrugs as Ari
> > straightens and turns without being impaled on some hidden spikes.
crossbow. His axe resting against his thigh, he pulls back the string with
his right with no apparent effort. The metal arms creak as they settle
into position. A bolt is put in place and the axe recovered. A shrug of
pausing to turn with a faintly troubled expression towards Nadia before
visibly gathering her thoughts and getting back to business. An arrow
slides from the quiver and meets the string of her bow, Balron steps
forward, crossvow in hand, and as they both advance through the doorway,
sunlight slips like oil from the dwarf's armour and shadows darken Gwen's
camouflaged clothing to a dull hue.
advances into the dark behind his bow. As the light leaves him there is an
afterglow, faint and shimmering, which starts at the peak of his helm and
spirals down, seeming to sweep the remants of sunlight from him, making him
all but invisible. A low murmered voice is heard "Kragdin Battlemaster,
join me in battle."
senses straining for any hint of danger as she takes her first strides into
Sephiroth. Her eyes are bright with anticipation, but her lips are set in
a grim line.
> Looking down Kaceubel notices that only one of the goblets has been
> drained. Picking up on of the goblets he raises it in a silent toast,
> drains and then throws it into the dungeon just barely missing Ari, who
> squawks and ducks before turning towards the faint sound of breaking
glass.
> The Elf stalks to the entrance pausing he stiffly bows to the rest of
the
> party and waves them on. "Well then, lets get on with it shall we."
into powder.
Gwen smirks into the darkness and wishes she had such a flair for the
dramatic. Instead, she reaches to the knotted sling against her pack,
draws out a hefty stick bound with an oiled rag and passes it back to
Kaceubel. "If you'd be so kind, it'd be good if we could get some light to
this torch. Save you concentrating on a spell. Then maybe Ari would do us
a favour and carry it nice and high, eh?" She doesn't take her eyes off
the door ahead as the advance continues. "You can multi-task, can't you,
thief?"
120
From: Peter Cobcroft <[email protected]>
Date: Mon Jan 10, 2000 12:22pm
Subject: Re: Entering
[PS- Feel free to adlib Ari actions and lines in a
generic thief behaviour manner (as Rachel has done)
until I get a volunteer set up]
--- Rachel ="/post/dungeonsephiroth?protectID=243059104056185134015056066056130012248102166189209171188199172199025" >aspect@i... wrote:
> <ooc - Hmmm - very funky atmosphereic effects
> Balron! Bravo! Let me just
> trim my presumptuous stage directions ;-)>
> > > stumbles over the threshold with a squawk of
> protest, his boots kicking
> up
> > > dust. The ranger watches calmly, rubs an eye,
> and then shrugs as Ari
> > > straightens and turns without being impaled on
> some hidden spikes.
"It's completely safe in this bit!", Ari calls
"Even monsters need to get outside now and then to
pillage and stuff".
> > Balron reaches back with his left hand, a deft
> twist freeing his huge
> crossbow. His axe resting against his thigh, he
> pulls back the string with
> his right with no apparent effort. The metal arms
> creak as they settle
> into position. A bolt is put in place and the axe
> recovered. A shrug of
> his shoulder drops his shield to his left forearn,
the tunnel.
"There's only that, for invasions, I guess".
There are crevices in the ceiling, along each corner
that connects to the wall. As if a mighty stone block
were chained up above your heads. Perhaps it may even
move from side to side if it were prodded with a
staff.
> Gwen ignores the withering look cast her
> way by the thief,
> pausing to turn with a faintly troubled expression
> towards Nadia before
> visibly gathering her thoughts and getting back to
> business. An arrow
> slides from the quiver and meets the string of her
> bow, Balron steps
> forward, crossvow in hand, and as they both advance
> through the doorway,
> sunlight slips like oil from the dwarf's armour and
> shadows darken Gwen's
> camouflaged clothing to a dull hue.
> is rock steady as his
> advances into the dark behind his bow. As the light
> leaves him there is an
> afterglow, faint and shimmering, which starts at the
> peak of his helm and
> spirals down, seeming to sweep the remants of
> sunlight from him, making him
> all but invisible. A low murmered voice is heard
> "Kragdin Battlemaster,
> join me in battle."
> ranger presses forwards,
> senses straining for any hint of danger as she takes
> her first strides into
> Sephiroth. Her eyes are bright with anticipation,
> but her lips are set in
> a grim line.
> goblets has been
> > drained. Picking up on of the goblets he raises
> it in a silent toast,
> > drains and then throws it into the dungeon just
> barely missing Ari, who
> > squawks and ducks before turning towards the faint
> sound of breaking
> glass.
> > The Elf stalks to the entrance pausing he stiffly
> bows to the rest of
> the
> > party and waves them on. "Well then, lets get on
> with it shall we."
> remains of the wineglass
> into powder.
> such a flair for the
> dramatic. Instead, she reaches to the knotted sling
> against her pack,
> draws out a hefty stick bound with an oiled rag and
> passes it back to
> Kaceubel. "If you'd be so kind, it'd be good if we
> could get some light to
> a favour and carry it nice and high, eh?" She
> doesn't take her eyes off
> the door ahead as the advance continues. "You can
> multi-task, can't you,
> thief?"
"Multi?", mouths Ari silently in confusion. Obviously
some Elf-jargon. He grabs a lantern from his pack and
retreats up the tunnel, mumbling to himself. Squating
by the inner door, his dark form is illuminated
briefly as the tinderbox sparks to life. There is the
soft metallic sound of the lantern glass being moved
and the flame applied to the wick. The little lantern
lights up the end of the tunnel with it's spherical
glow - Ari's shadow thrown around the wall and
ceiling.
The stone ceiling creaks slightly as the rock settles
to one side momentarily. It's a deep, soft,
attention-getting grinding sound.
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