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Stonewall
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posted May 08, 1999 01:44 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for Stonewall   Click Here to Email Stonewall     Edit/Delete Message
Second verse, same as the first...

You are at a gathering of thieves, in the bar of Stonewall, retired thief and Barkeeper. Each thief, in turn, stands to give us a tale of his or her daring in the line of "duty"...or any tale that pleases their fancy.

By the way, this joint needs a name. I considered calling it the 'Duck Inn' (pun intended) but I'll leave it up to the Patrons.

Megan (my five-year-old and barmaid) goes back to Indy on Sunday, so I'll put up my next tale then.

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Stonewall
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posted May 09, 1999 09:51 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for Stonewall   Click Here to Email Stonewall     Edit/Delete Message
Ah, it's a nasty night...reminds me of the last time I saw Alan...

Alan was a thief who had the grave-robbing bug...I never touched the stuff, cause I didn't need some curse comin in my back door, or a zombie snuffling around the front...such things exist, lads, as some of you can readily tell. So I sent Alan's grave goods to Cutty, who was as glad to get em as I was glad to get rid of em.

When Alan brought his grave goods, he always told the tale of how he come acrost em...oh, he was a big story-teller...burricks and zombies and dead Hammer priests, and I admit he had some grand adventures, if a tenth part of the stories were true...

Anyways, one night he rolled into my shop and told me of a ring, a magical ring, he had heard of from an old servant to the Boznak Clan...this ring was supposed to make you invisible....

Elves? Hobbits? Don't know what them are, young feller...jest shut yer trap while I tell my tale...

Alan wanted the ring bad, and even I wanted it...can you imagine the incredible thievery you could do while invisible? No one would be safe! Why, you could carry the Gold Hammers off any Altar in the City, and no one the wiser!

So off Alan went, and I waited to see the ring...he said it was buried on the North Side in the Boznak Vault, with the patriarch of the Clan...

The night grew darker, and the storms grew louder..it was the kind of night you want to be safe in bed, and that not alone...I sat at my desk, and tried to figure my accounts, but my mind kept coming back to the ring...

Surely Alan would never let it go...such a valuable ability as to disappear would be so handy for a thief...piles of gold danced through my head, mingled with fast horses, and faster women...

I must have been dozing when the back door slammed...I called Alan's name aloud.

He answered, "Yes, Stonewall, 'tis me, 'tis me"

"Well, take the damed ring off" I shouted. "And let's have a look"

"Aye, the ring comes off, old man" he replied, in a voice that was chilling to hear, "but the spell does not!"

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Jyre
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posted May 11, 1999 10:10 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for Jyre   Click Here to Email Jyre     Edit/Delete Message
Hey, I like

Completely forgotten I'd written this. Did it when I were still at school:
The shopkeeper kept his eye on his sole customer. He knew the lad well. Jason, a simpleton. His father was a captain in the fortress guard. Jason, eighteen, was the man's eldest son. The shopkeeper allowed himself a small smile. Although Jason was a little slow he was an excellent fighter. Tomorrow he was due to graduate from training. He would make a fine guard.

Jason's left hand clasped an apple. The shopkeeper nodded. The boy liked his fruit, always had. He was a good, honest lad. He watched Jason turn away, probably to get himself a drink. It was a fine day. The sun was hot, the sky cloudless. Jason moved towards the door. "Hay!" The shopkeeper ran after him. The boy hadn't paid for the apple. "Thief!"

Jason ran from the shop, apple clutched tightly in his hand. He sped down the side alley, hearing footsteps behind him. He was going to get away. He was going to prove to Mat he could do clever things, not just fight. He was fed up with his younger brother picking on him all the time, telling him he was dumb. This time he would win the bet. This time he would show who was best.

Two men blocked Jason's way. Local guards, there to apprehend criminal's. He spun, out of breath. Two more blocked his path backwards. He sighed. There were no doors nearby, no windows to jump through. One of the guards stepped forward and took hold of Jason's arm. "I think you'd best come with us."
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Jason watched his father stroll across the carpet once more. He was scared. The guards had brought him to the court, to find his father in attendance. Now he and two other men were asking lots of questions about the apple. He knew stealing was wrong but Mat had said nobody would miss one apple. He hadn't meant to get into trouble.

"Why did you do it, Jason?" Jason's father was a big man. He had a rugged face, with hard brown eyes and a moustache. His grey hair was receding at the temples.

Jason gulped. "I...I w-wanted to w-win the b-bet." Jason hated the way he stuttered. He had always stuttered, ever since he'd learned how to talk. It was always worse when he got nervous and right now he was very nervous. Sometimes it got so bad he had to force the words out.

One of the men behind the table shook his head. "The punishment for theft is the loss of the hand that was used to steal. Your son has stolen, Will."

Jason's dad nodded. "Very well." Will turned to the attendant. "Tell the people in the torture chamber to prepare for the severing of a hand. I will come shortly." After the attendant had gone Will turned to his son. "I suggest you come with me young man," he said angrily. Grabbing Jason's arm roughly, he marched him from the room.
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Jason's eyes roamed the room in fear. He hated the torture chamber. There were cages and stretch barrels. Spiked chairs and nailed coffins. Thumb screws hung on the walls beside whips and knifes. On one table was a large helmet without any eye or mouth holes. The whole room was lit by a handful of burning torches.

Jason watched as a man clamped an iron band around his left arm, just below the wrist. There was a length of leather that hung from it to his knuckles. Jason wondered what it was for as the man squeezed it tighter with some tongs, making his hand numb.

"Is the wax boiling yet?"

"Yes."

Jason was led to a low table with a miniature guillotine on it. He could see the edge of the blade glowing red hot from sterilising. The man put Jason's wrist into the guillotine and lowered the stock. Jason's eyes found his dad's. His dad was angry. "I....D-dad I....Dad P-please I-" Jason broke off with a scream. The blade had been dropped. His hand now lay in the bottom of a bag, still clutching the apple. Jason wept. He hardly noticed when the man lifted his arm and smeared boiling wax on the stump, wrapped the leather around it and secured it in place with a second iron band. He felt numb and afraid. He could think of nothing. As his dad led him away the man thrust the bag into his right hand. Jason clutched it fearfully.

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Stonewall
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posted May 11, 1999 06:10 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for Stonewall   Click Here to Email Stonewall     Edit/Delete Message
Jyre has once again lived up to her fine reputation! Nothing I like more than a good mutilation!

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....many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade; many a soldier shed his life's blood on my blade....

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Stonewall
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posted July 13, 1999 12:50 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for Stonewall   Click Here to Email Stonewall     Edit/Delete Message
I had to give y'all one last chance to see these two tales....I am archiving, to-nite.

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Sparrow
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posted July 13, 1999 12:52 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for Sparrow   Click Here to Email Sparrow     Edit/Delete Message
Hi Stonewall,
So am I. But a bit selectively

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Stonewall
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posted July 13, 1999 01:01 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for Stonewall   Click Here to Email Stonewall     Edit/Delete Message
Yes, friend Sparrow. I been at this for a week, and I guess I am pretty much done. Nothing more sad than 'moving on'...

On the other hand, think of all the fun we'll have doing all this again!!

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Sparrow
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posted July 13, 1999 01:04 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for Sparrow   Click Here to Email Sparrow     Edit/Delete Message
Stonewall, you archiving all? If so

*lound sound of applause waking people in central NJ*

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Stonewall
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posted July 13, 1999 01:11 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for Stonewall   Click Here to Email Stonewall     Edit/Delete Message
Oh, no! Shit no! Just a few of my Tales, and some of the IPProd stuff, for my own personal pleasure...

I wish they could have found a way around this, but as TJ would say, "Que sera, sera"

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Sparrow
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posted July 13, 1999 01:22 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for Sparrow   Click Here to Email Sparrow     Edit/Delete Message
Too late!!!

I have a very angry mob under my window.

Hey.. I think they are burning my lawn. Maybe I should do this more often.

Anyway, I was just reading and saving some older thread. Have to say when you guys get going...

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Ishy
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posted July 13, 1999 01:27 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for Ishy   Click Here to Email Ishy     Edit/Delete Message
Or as I would say: "Quod fiat, fiat."

Or I might say: "Hyanisni yhrenis nos hyaninisosh shygnasin hras machinistid anosdrha mahindė."

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Stonewall
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posted July 13, 1999 01:29 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for Stonewall   Click Here to Email Stonewall     Edit/Delete Message
Quite agree...Glory days, how they pass you by...in the wink of a young girl's eye...

Off to bed. I was supposed to be asleep an hour ago.

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Ishy
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posted July 13, 1999 01:46 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for Ishy   Click Here to Email Ishy     Edit/Delete Message
Well, It's 6:45AM here and I should be getting up, never mind going to bed!
But I'm waiting for these bloody mp3s to download. 58% and 4%, going at 32 bytes/second. Curse my craving for getting something for nothing!

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Sparrow
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posted July 13, 1999 01:53 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for Sparrow   Click Here to Email Sparrow     Edit/Delete Message
Well,
I should be doing some Perl coding
Tonight I find it so boring
Maybe I go and start snoring
And see dreams with lots of w.. Oops.

Good thing this global thermonuclear wipe-out

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