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Given: 2 m r [i cos r^2 - sin r^2] = dx/dr
Separate Variables: 2 m r dr [i cos r^2 - sin r^2] = dx
Divide both by m: 2 r dr [i cos r^2 - sin r^2] = dx/m
Express as integral: S 2 r dr [i cos r^2 - sin r^2] = S dx/m
Integrate: cos r^2 + i sin r^2 + c1 = x/m + c2
Subtract C2: cos r^2 + i sin r^2 + c1 - c2 = x/m
c1-c2=c^2 for some c: cos r^2 + i sin r^2 + c^2 = x/m
Multiply by m: m [cos r^2 + i sin r^2] + mc^2 = x
E=mc^2: m [cos r^2 + i sin r^2] + E = x
Subtract E: m [cos r^2 + i sin r^2] = x - E
De Moivre's rule: m exp (r^2 i) = x - E
E(work)=force*distance: m exp (r^2 i) = x - F.s
F(force)=mass*acceleration: m exp (r^2 i) = x - mas
r^2 = rr: m exp (rri) = x - mas
exp (a) = e^a: m e^rri = x - mas

Yeah, some people told me that mudders aren't smart enough to follow that,
but I'm gonna prove them wrong!

Welcome to the Christmas 1998 issue of the NannyMUD Times.

(1) Index
(2) Announcements
------ News ------
(3) President Kabila's actions in the Congo
(4) New Developments in Bosnia
(5) Stone Cold Steve Austin's Diplomacy
(6) Tea Sales on Nanny increase!
------ Society ------
(7) Self-interview from Drechbrel
(8) Pklog from Beldros
(9) Players married since May
(10) Personal ads
(11) Horoscopes
(12) Review of the Hunters guild
------ Christmas ------
(13) A Knight Christmas Carol, part 1
(14) A Knight Christmas Carol, part 2
(15) The Supreme Oracle who Cthole Christmas
(16) Nanny Christmas Carols
(17) The White Stallion: A Christmas Knight's Story
(18) Christmas recipes
(19) What do you want from the admin for Christmas?
------ Miscellaneous ------
(20) 20-question quiz
(21) Bughunting
(22) Puzzles & Roomhunt
(23) Guild poetry
(24) Rowen's poll of Nanny
(25) The Straight Dope
(26) Editorial

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Over the past six months, a good deal of information was delivered to us
by the admin via the announce board. For those of you who failed to read
it, here's a quick rehash.

Pictures from Nanny's eighth birthday party were available at
http://www.lysator.liu.se/nanny/misc/party/party_980417.html

The new command 'location' was added, allowing players to set their RL
location. While a few used this properly, the rest of us tried to
demonstrate our creativity and failed miserably.

On May 15th, Banshee explained the difficult concept behind 'multiplaying':
"This might come as a surprise: MULTIPLAYING (i.e. having more than one
char logged on or linkdead at the same time) IS NOT ALLOWED!"
Sakura and Unghie were banished, along with Aka and Skull, Takhar and
Zenith, Mir and Dahak, Choki and Kanga, Gaby and Zeratul, Virusman and
Khourbash and Shandra, and Blackone. A fine selection.

Darin opened a new shop on Malkuth street, selling a shell and maybe
other useful things. Rumor has it he is a very crafty worker.

Areas were opened by Amaryllis, Charisma, Arbre, Dunstan, Whizz, Ahndregg,
and Aleea.

The score command was changed to give us a general idea of how much you
carry relative to your max capacity. Now all we need is an explanation
of why a six tickets to Padrone's castle weigh more than a metal sword.

Zmirc found a big bug that makes our lives a lot safer. Coincidentally,
he became level 19, maxed his skills, and got 10M xp the same week.

The Hunters guild opened in Vincent's valley, and quickly attracted a core
group of players.

The intuitive ihelp system was made easier. Now, rather than just
typing 'help khorne', you can type 'alias khelp help -i khorne' and then
'khelp' to enter the ihelp system, at which point you can begin to
intuitively navigate through the easy menus.

Moonchild added a rubber duckie, love potion, and game of Othello to
Catwoman's shop of junk.

The island of Casada closed due to banditry, and Andromeda's area was
submerged and destroyed by a tidal wave. The same thing happened to
Reece's area. However, the bandits were defeated whereas the tidal wave
was not, and Casada was reopened to the public.

The yearly QP tax was exacted. The qp value of popular quests was lowered,
whereas some of the poorly-coded quests received a substantial boost.

The Kitten unveiled a new line of fall fashions, and the mud was wowed by
Assistant Shareroom Monitors and Lieutenant Mathematicians. The
adventurer's guild vowed to retain its traditional titles, saying "Why
mess with a good thing?"

Dwinbar retired from the position of highwiz and left a flowerpot in the
shape of an armadillo behind. After the confusion subsided, the admin
moved on.

Nanny's computer aged and died, and was replaced with a PII 350 Mhz with
some bells and whistles. In theory, this should lessen the numbers of
pkers who blame their deaths on lag rather than lack of skill.

Aphextwin was promoted to level 28, and shortly thereafter, became the
newest highwizard on Nanny. He quickly exercised his newfound power by
demoting Norton and Noctael for multiplaying.

100 players can now be online at the same time. Now those Tradeline
debates on Hitler's invasion of Poland can have a wider audience. I bet
all of you academics are proud.

We look forward to another year of fun and enlightening notices.

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CONGO- Last week, Congo President Laurent Kabila further angered Tutsi
rebels by changing the country's national anthem from the traditional
"Cimbulia san twa" ("The ancient cradle of our mother earth") to Warrant's
"Cherry Pie." The new anthem was played for the first time at a government
troop inspection led by a visibly rockin' President Kabila.
"President Kabila feels 'Cherry Pie' much better captures the spirit of
all peoples in our ancestral homeland," said a government spokesperson at
a brief press conference attended solely by detained journalists and
chickens. "Besides, as you all know from his presidential decree,
President Kabila thinks Warrant rocks!"
Rebel forces retaliated with an immediate mass cancellation of their
Columbia House Record Club memberships. At a checkpoint and photomat on
the outskirts of Kindu, a masked rebel soldier delivered strong words
about Kabila's actions.
"This is outrage!" said the soldier. "Outrage! The devil Kabila takes
a sacred song of our people and replaces it with a Warrant song? He does
this knowing full well that the Congo has a long, proud tradition of being
huge Faster Pussycat fans!" (A call to Faster Pussycat's label WEA/Elektra
Entertainment confirmed that 100 percent of Faster Pussycat's record sales
for the last five years have been in the Congo.)
To further back the rebel's claim, November issue of Tiger Beat magazine
published the results from a poll of Tutsi-led rebels ages 18-25 whose
annual income is between three chickens and four emaciated cows (margin of
error 2.5 goats). Those polled overwhelmingly selected Faster Pussycat's
"Arizona Indian Doll" as the only acceptable anthem for the great and
ancient nation of Congo.
In an eleventh-hour bid to prevent further bloodshed in the region, world
leaders have asked neighboring countries to immediately half the export of
deadly sticks, rocks, and dirt clods into Congo while the United Nations
Security Council frantically tries to arrange a Warrant/Faster Pussycat
brokered peace agreement.
"Usually, we can quickly scare two warring sides into agreement with the
threat of Clockwork Orange-like exposure to Madeline Albright boudoir
photos, but in this case, we may need to arrange a Warrant/Faster Pussycat
reunion tour," said U.S. special envoy to Congo, Aldo Nova.
The Tutsi rebels are likely to quickly dismiss any plan that falls short
of their stated goals of deposing President Kabila, setting up their own
brutal puppet regime, opening a "totally bitchin'" all-ages dance club and
finding a really good domestic Chardonnay for under $10.

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BOSNIA- After 20 days of intense fighting, the Serbian village of
Backslavakia has fallen to a 16-year-old boy named Dawnish Klandish.
Klandish, a dark-haired Bosnian high school junior with an engaging smile
and a love for rock `n' roll music, burst onto the military scene just
last month. He now holds the entire town in a military grip of his own
design. It is rumored that he takes photos of the town's center to school
with him to show his friends.
"I just want to fit in," said the sheepish yet proud Klandish. The
military operation was conducted in traditional Bosnian fashion, with
Klandish overseeing all maneuvers from the tree fort he built as a child.
Klandish feels that taking the town shows that he's "cool" and his friends
say that he's right.
No formal political structure for Backslavakia has been introduced as of
yet. Klandish is of the mind that all acne cream should be free and girls
be forced to flirt with him, but local authorities are resisting this
proposal. Klandish is said to be struggling with his own feelings of
identity anyway, so it may be a while until the town sees any firm action
from its leader other than sulking and selfishness.

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WASHINGTON, D.C.- In a ceremony at the Rose Garden today, President
Clinton oversaw the signing of an historic peace treaty between Canada and
Ghana. "It's always a good thing when two nations decide not to fight each
other," Clinton said, "Good not only for those nations, which is nice, but
also good for the economy, good for the United States' position in the
world stage, and good for Must See TV. So please join me in congratulating
the successful efforts of Prime Minister Chretien and President . . .
President . . . the President of Ghana!"
Clinton paused for applause; however, no one applauded. Even Vice
President Gore's appeal for the audience to "give it up" had no effect.
This was a coldhearted audience, full of bastard reporters and dignitaries
who just would not clap.
I should know; I was one of them.
Clinton and Gore huddled to plan their strategy. They had the Marine
band play a rim shot, they pantsed Trent Lott, they sang a chorus of "You
Light Up My Life" - all to no avail. We would have none of it. We were a
cold audience - a stone-cold audience. And Clinton knew it.
"Look," Clinton asked, "what do you people want from me?"
"Free Stone Cold!" one of the other bastard reporters yelled out.
"I can't," said Clinton. "I don't control who is and is not Heavyweight
Champion. That decision is Vince McMahon's alone to make. And he made it."
"Free Stone Cold!" we began to chant.
"I'm sorry, there is nothing I can do," Clinton pleaded. At this point,
he was looking really scared. Scared like a man about to be hit with the
trademark Stone Cold Stunner. "Look, this is a matter for the World
Wrestling Federation, don't you understand? All I am is President of the
United States, my influence only goes so far."
"Maybe if we were talking about the Hardcore Championship Belt, we could
do something," added Gore.
Just then, a helicopter rose above the White House and a man jumped out.
No - he was more than a man. He looked like a giant; like a god. It was
Stone Cold! Clinton stepped aside as the true champion took his place at
the mike. "I hear some of my fans have been sticking up for me," the
Rattlesnake said, and the crowd erupted. It was a magic moment.
"I wanna thank you all for the support, but I think we're forgetting
something important here. Two countries, two men, have taken the step
towards peace. Sure, they never fought a war, but now we'll never have to
worry. I may deserve the belt, but I think Ministers Chretien and Gbeho
are the true champions of today."
Stone Cold turned to Clinton and said, "You see, Mr. President, Ghana
doesn't have a President like yourself. Instead, they have a multi-party
parliamentary system; the Honorable John Victor Gbeho is here as the
Minister of Foreign Affairs to represent his country." Austin maneuvered
foreign affairs as deftly as he executed a pile driver; it brought a tear
to my eye. He then introduced Minister Gbeho to Clinton as the crowd
chanted "3:16! 3:16!"
With the speed of a cheetah, Stone Cold leapt back onto his rope ladder
and within seconds he disappeared over the horizon. It was the greatest
moment of my life.

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LARSTOWN- Already buoyed by strong sales mudwide, Alexii's Tea Shop is
preparing to unveil its most striking line of herbal teas yet. The new
teas, each with a distinctly derogatory theme, are set to hit shelves
mudwide by the Month of Spirit.
"We believe in marketing and selling healthful products that both nurture
people's bodies and uplift their souls," said a Tea Shop spokesman. "With
our new jingoist teas - the most classist herbal teas ever brewed, I might
add - we're hoping that we can warm consumers' hearts even as we stoke the
fire of hate in their bellies."
Among the new flavors are Druid Time, Cthulhumile, Can't Trust A Kitten
Orange Spice, and Shiftless Knight Zinger. Shiftless Knight Zinger is
already being sold in a trial release in two test pubs, the Druid Pub and
Aphextwin's tea house. Alexii's company has been heavily promoting the tea
in those markets, running Tradeline and shout advertisements that industry
observers have termed "aggressive".
For example, the Tradeline spot, which features the thoughts of an
overworked mom as she brews her morning cup of tea, runs as follows:

Mom: [Yawn] It's morning already . . . and stress has already set in!
Johnny's soccer practice, Sally's piano lesson . . . the big presentation
to the guildmaster . . . too much to do! [sound of steaming hot water,
pouring into cup] And too many Knights in our mud, causing trouble . . .
sponging off our social services . . . what do they think this is, Camelot?
[sound of sipping] Mmm . . . zesty, soothing, Shiftless Knight Zinger.
Today won't be so bad after all.
Boy: Mom, can I go to my friend Sir Galahad's house tonight?
Mom: Not if you still want to be my son!
[Mom, boy laugh]
Narrator: Alexii's Tea Shop herbal tea. Solve your Knight problems . . .
one sip at a time.

Response to the advertising has been mixed. While sales of the tea in
the druid guild has jumped 45% after the ad blitz, hate crimes in that area
has shot up by a staggering 1,070%. Given that the Knight community
inside the druids guild is basically non-existent, it appears that the ads
have inspired tea drinkers to commit unconscionable and discriminatory acts
against just about anyone they can think of.
For example, the Bear Flag restaurant, an earthy pub in Czygorwan's area
that serves the new tea, now forces Monks to use a separate drinking
fountain. The Kentish pub, which also offers the tea, has begun
automatically adding a 18% gratuity to parties of "lying Hunter curs." And
in the northern reaches of Nanny, the local Parents-Teacher Association
passed a resolution forbidding the district to hire any teachers suspected
to be of Simyarin extraction.
"Early projections don't look good," said one Alexii's Tea Shop official,
speaking on condition of anonyminity. "We've seen gains in sales, but
they've been all but wiped out by losses from the looting of our
distributors by herbal-tea-swilling skinhead thugs. In some instances the
thugs have attacked our delivery cart driver, simply because he's an
adventurer. It's our fault, really - our ads haven't stated clearly enough
that the Adventurer's Guild isn't really a separate guild."
Despite the products' poor outlook, Alexii's Tea Shop's potentially
biggest competitor is preparing an offering of its own. The Pern Weyr Tea
House just announced its new multi-pack, which will include the cinnamon-
tinged Sinfully Supremacist and the lemon-flavored I Loathe Lazy Vampires.

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This interview, by my undead attendant, was made before I wizzed.
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Attendant: I’m sure most of the players in Nanny have no idea who
you are. Why don’t you start with telling us a little about yourself?

Drechbrel: Well, shall we start with my name? It’s an original name
that originally belonged to a male half-orc cleric I had when I
role-played a few years ago. I played with a mixed party of people,
the only ones I knew before were Drelb (who’s a very unknown wiz here)
and his girlfriend. Drelb almost started to cry when he heard that
Drechbrel was female here, since he associated the name so strongly

to my old char. He borrowed the name for a MUME orc later, to restore
order. The pronunciation of the name might be difficult for people.
I myself want it to be pronounced with tongue-tip ‘r’s and the German
ach-laut. On the other hand I have heard it with English ‘r’s and
‘ech’ pronounced as in "stretch", and it sounded good too.

A: Enough of your name, can we come to the important parts please?

D: Well, I started playing late 94, just a little after the (in)famous
pk week. My first char was (and is) a knightess, but I soon figured
that playerkilling might be a fun thing, and the guild of the Damned
seemed to be a suitable guild. That’s where I came in. I started out
as guildless, but that were in the days when fireball and black
draining were still around, so it didn’t matter much. I became level
19, but then I was lost completely in a big natural disaster.

A: Even a zombie brain can remember that crash. So what happened?

D: I had to play myself up again, which fortunately took very short
time. I collected a few million xp, and then joined the Damned. That
guild was the guild where the best players of the time, at least in
my eyes, played, and it had by far the best powers of any guild in
the mud. It also suited me well to play in an evil guild.

A: Yeah, I can remember you being quite mean, using poor innocent
zombies as cannon fodder...

D: Not to mention skeletal warriors. They were quite good, especially
in combination with a few select tome spells. Anyway, I managed to
advance in the guild, and became a High Priestess.

A: You are married too?

D: That’s right. It’s a convenience marriage, my husband and I found
out we had the same preferences when it came to mudsex.

A: And that is?

D: It shall be in public, and involve undead attendants, fingers of
death, wielded swords and no wimpy.

A: Don’t tell us more please. Tell us more about your guild instead,
or just anything...

D: Well, the guild sadly closed, and I have stayed out of other guilds
since then. I plan to stay guildless as a wizard too. My personal
belief is that a wizard should only be a member of the guild you were
in as mortal.

A: That was a bad closing, a lot of zombies became unemployed then.

D: Yes, and all the playerkillers who had relied on their power
advantage suddenly became easy kills for the non-damned playerkillers
that hunted them.

A: Speaking of playerkilling, how did that go? That’s why you started,
right?

D: Well, since by then the Damned were pretty dominant when it came to
pk, and a lot less people played Nanny then, and even fewer pked, I
didn’t get to kill so many. My count stopped at 13 players as Damned,
and I’ve killed another two as guildless, one being a brave and mighty
defender.

A: Did you die at any time?

D: I have died twice in my career, once when I joined the Damned (that
was a guild drawback), and then I decided to take a tour down Meep’s
tower.

A: And now you decided to leave the sweet mortal life and join the
wizards?

D: Yes. You might consider it my third death.

A: How come you want to wiz after so long time?

D: Technically I could wiz two months after I started playing, but I
never felt the desire. The reason I chose to wiz now is that I want to
create an area. I have it in my head already, all I’ll have to do now
is pester some wizards to help me with the coding.

A: Aren’t you supposed to learn coding as a wizard? Even a zombie can
learn LPC I’ve been told.

D: I’m far too lazy. I would just like to concentrate on the things I
do best, which is to come up with creative ideas and write. I realise
I will have to learn the basics, but I hope I will get away with using
standard things where I can fill in the things I want, and for the rest
I will make other wizards do my work. It’s like creating a web site,
most of the time it’s not the same people who come up with the concept
and create the layout that do the actual coding.
That’s my dream, in reality I will probably be forced to learn to code
since no one will help me do my dirty work.

A: So what will your area be like? An orc camp with lots of bs kills
for your seconds?

D: Ummm, not exactly. It will not contain multiple identical monsters.
I want to see the inhabitants of my realm as individuals. Also, I doubt
any alignment-based guilds will have much to long for, since I believe
that, as in real life, most beings are neutral, or close to it.

A: So why would any player ever visit your area then?

D: To enjoy the scenery. Or perhaps only to solve the quest I am
planning.

A: A quest you say?

D: Well, it’s supposed to become a fairly low-qp quest, very basic
concept. All I can say is that I’ve had trouble keeping small yellow
birds out of it.

A: What are your aims with the area then?

D: I promised myself a long long time ago if I ever wizzed I would
create two things: a waterfall that you can’t enter, and an altar that
you can’t move to reveal a secret exit or sacrifice things at to get
something. You can also count on finding mirrors and paintings that
you can’t enter or move.

A: Hah, now you have already been tricked into giving the secrets of
your area away. More?

D: I’d like to create a realistic environment, realistic from a
mud-point-of-view of course. This means the area will be
geographically correct, i.e. a swamp will not be two rooms away from
the plains that are two rooms away from the sea, with a forest in
between and a mountain range near. Neither will a monastery be next
to a haunted crypt ruled by demons. And no orcs or ogres or whatever
will stand three and three in empty rooms under a castle either.

A: Wonder what areas you are talking about...

D: I don’t mean to be rude to any particular wizard, I just took those
as examples. An area might be enjoyable even if it’s not logical.

A: But suppose you get an urge to make a swamp after you have opened
your area?

D: Then I will create it, and place it somewhere else in the mud. I
think it’s sad that so few wizards have taken the opportunity to split
up their areas. I can only think of Azatoth and Mortis, correct me if
I’m wrong.

A: I’m just a simple zombie, how would I know?

D: Speaking further of realism, as I said before I want individual
characters, not masses of monsters. I also want them to have a reason
for being there, preferably a whole life story. I mean, can you tell
me what the hulk in Ingis’ area is doing there except stopping players
from getting his treasure? Why has he collected that treasure? And what
is his relation to the pixie? What are his hopes and dreams? People
might think I’m crazy to even ask these questions, but I’m like that.

A: Perhaps people start to get an idea of what is was like to be your
attendant now... I really would have liked tending to Ysidro better.

D: I’ll just ignore you and continue rambling about realism. Another
thing I hate is anachronistic things in areas. Padrone’s area being a
very good example, the wargames in Andromeda’s another. The only area
I have seen it work in is Chino’s, and that’s probably because the area
has wonderful descriptions and an incredible atmosphere. If I may
paraphrase a certain TV show: "A mud is one of the few places where we
can believe in things that we know actually don’t exist." I hate when
a wizard breaks the feeling of "being there".

A: Are there any areas in the mud you like, apart from Chino’s?

D: Hmmm, Vincent’s area is a very good one. It has a lot of depth to
it, the only bad thing is that it can be a little (very much, actually)
frustrating at times. If I can talk about parts of areas, Barbarella’s
garden has by far the best feel to it of the areas here, and I like
Titleist’s village. It has the kind of logic and structure that I like.
Oh, and Veronica’s newbie area. I wish it had been around when I was a
newbie.

A: Will there be any special theme to your area? Lots of zombies I hope?

D: Not a single zombie, I’m afraid.

A: What then?

D: I like to be abstract, so I’ll say it’s about dreams, and in
particular broken dreams. Since a dream ceases to be a dream when it is
fulfilled, that means the end (Illustrated beautifully in "Como agua
para chocolate". More people should watch non-Hollywood movies.). The
dreams that interest me are the unfulfilled, impossible ones.

A: Anything else that will be different in your area?

D: I’d like to get a post-modernistic feel to it. I’m a fan of
appropriation (in the post-modern sense), and I hope that people who
share some of the same experiences of culture with me will find the
area somewhat more enjoyable than those who don’t. Of course it won’t
be crucial to solving the quest or anything else, but there might be
small things that 99% of the players might miss the complete context
of. All strictly within the mud environment though...

A: What are the main inspirations for your area?

D: Oh, it will owe so much to so many. If I’ll only mention three
people from different cultural spheres it would be Joshua Kadison,

Claude de Ribeaupiere, and David Lynch.

A: I’m not sure I know exactly who those are...

D: No, but you are just a zombie. We can safely assume we have readers
more educated than you.

A: Well, I’m sure people will not want to see your area. Let’s hope you
get demoted before it opens, so we can stick to mass-slaughtering.
Go clone a quest object or two and give to your seconds.

D: It will probably take a long time before I open anything of my own
coding, so the chance might be big.

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Elaida replies to you: he is CtL
Shaay arrives in a puff of smoke.
** HP: 139/202 SP: 192/202
** Shaay is in undamaged shape.
Shaay tore your throat into shreds.
fa
0% 0% 0%|6604
> Shaay suddenly lunges for your throat!
** HP: 125/202 SP: 192/202
** Shaay is in undamaged shape.
Shaay gutted you with a lightning-fast rake.
You missed Shaay.
** HP: 125/202 SP: 167/202
** Shaay is in undamaged shape.
Your falcon flies toward Shaay, but misses him totally!
fa
0% 0% 0%|6604
> fa
0% 0% 0%|6604
> fa
fa

Shaay cut your right shoulder with his claws.
You missed Shaay.
** HP: 125/202 SP: 142/202
** Shaay is in undamaged shape.
Your falcon flies toward Shaay, but misses him totally!
0% 0% 0%|6604
> 0% 0% 0%|6604
> fa
Shaay suddenly lunges for your throat!
0% 0% 0%|6604
> fa
0% 0% 0%|6604
> ** HP: 116/202 SP: 142/202
** Shaay is in undamaged shape.
Shaay thrust his claws through your throat.
fa
You missed Shaay.
** HP: 116/202 SP: 117/202
** Shaay is in undamaged shape.
Your falcon flies from your arm and starts pecking and clawingat Shaay's eyes!
0% 0% 0%|6604
> fa

0% 0% 0%|6604
> fa
0% 0% 0%|6604
> fa
Shaay clawed a bleeding wound in your left shoulder.
You miss Shaay completely with a misdirected blow.
You missed Shaay.
** HP: 116/202 SP: 92/202
** Shaay is in undamaged shape.
Your falcon flies toward Shaay, but misses him totally!
0% 0% 0%|6604
> fa
Shaay suddenly lunges for your throat!
0% 0% 0%|6604
> fa
0% 0% 0%|6604
> ** HP: 107/202 SP: 92/202
** Shaay is in undamaged shape.
Shaay's claws sunk into your throat, piercing deeply.
fa
You missed Shaay.
** HP: 107/202 SP: 67/202
.
** Shaay is in undamaged shape.
Your falcon flies toward Shaay, but misses him totally!
0% 0% 0%|6604
> fa
0% 0% 0%|6604
> fa
0% 0% 0%|6604
> fa
Shaay clawed a bleeding wound in your left side.
You missed Shaay.
** HP: 107/202 SP: 42/202
** Shaay is in undamaged shape.
Your falcon flies toward Shaay, but misses him totally!
0% 0% 0%|6604
> fa
Shaay suddenly lunges for your throat!
0% 0% 0%|6604
> fa
** HP: 98/202 SP: 42/202
** Shaay is in undamaged shape.
Shaay tore your throat into shreds.
You missed Shaay.
** HP: 98/202 SP: 17/202
** Shaay is in undamaged shape.
Your falcon scratches Shaay in the face.
0% 0% 0%|6604
> fa
0% 0% 0%|6604
> fa
0% 0% 0%|6604
> fa
Shaay clawed a bleeding wound in your throat.
You missed Shaay.
You don't feel mentally strong enough to command your falcon.
0% 0% 0%|6604
> sh
Shaay suddenly lunges for your throat!
Shaay is in undamaged shape.
0% 0% 0%|6604
> ** HP: 86/202 SP: 17/202
** Shaay is in undamaged shape.
Shaay thrust his claws through your throat.
You slashed Shaay in the chest.
You don't feel mentally strong enough to command your falcon.
sb
You start to concentrate on the forthcoming bash.
0% 0% 0%|6604
> Shaay brushed you harmlessly with a claw.
s
Shaay suddenly lunges for your throat!
You lose your concentration on the bash.
You cannot go that way.
0% 0% 0%|6604
> ** HP: 72/202 SP: 17/202
** Shaay is in undamaged shape.
Shaay's claws ripped into your throat.
ashape beldros
What?
0% 0% 0%|6604
> You chop furiously at Shaay's neck.
Shaay screams loudly from the pain!
You missed Shaay.
Shaay missed you.
** HP: 74/202 SP: 17/202
** Shaay is in undamaged shape.
** HP: 74/202 SP: 19/202
** Shaay is in undamaged shape.
Shaay suddenly lunges for your throat!
You missed Shaay.
** HP: 60/202 SP: 19/202
** Shaay is in undamaged shape.
Shaay mutilated your throat into a bloody mess.
You sever Shaay's arm!
You missed Shaay.
Shaay clawed a bleeding wound in your throat.
Shaay suddenly lunges for your throat!
reply faan
** HP: 60/202 SP: 14/202
** Shaay is in undamaged shape.
Ok.
0% 0% 0%|6604
> You slashed Shaay across the face.
** HP: 43/202 SP: 14/202
** Shaay is in undamaged shape.
Shaay gutted you with a lightning-fast rake.
You missed Shaay.
Shaay's claws ripped into your left shoulder.
sh
Shaay is in undamaged shape.
0% 0% 0%|6604
> Shaay suddenly lunges for your throat!
You missed Shaay.
** HP: 32/202 SP: 14/202
** Shaay is in undamaged shape.
Shaay tore out a large chunk of your flesh.
You miss Shaay completely with a misdirected blow.
You slashed Shaay.
Shaay's claws sunk into your left side, piercing deeply.
Shaay suddenly lunges for your throat!
You slashed Shaay.
** HP: 19/202 SP: 14/202
** Shaay is in undamaged shape.
Shaay tore your throat into shreds.
** HP: 19/202 SP: 9/202
** Shaay is in undamaged shape.
Ok.
0% 0% 0%|6604
> sh
Shaay is in undamaged shape.
0% 0% 0%|6604
> You missed Shaay.
Shaay suddenly lunges for your throat!
shape beldros
Beldros is in very weak shape.
0% 0% 0%|6604
> ** HP: 5/202 SP: 9/202
** Shaay is in undamaged shape.
Shaay tore out a large chunk of your flesh.
You missed Shaay.
shape beldros
Beldros is in deplorable shape.
0% 0% 0%|6604
> Shaay's claws sunk into your head, piercing deeply.
> ** HP: 4/202 SP: 9/202
You miss Shaay completely with a misdirected blow.
You missed Shaay.
You feel a stabbing sensation in your forehead.
Shaay cut your neck with his claws.
> ** HP: 2/202 SP: 9/202
You slashed Shaay across the face.
You scream a silent scream as violent fire erupts inside your mind, searing your
soul, burning all your secrets to ashes.
sh
Shaay is in undamaged shape.
0% 0% 0%|6604
> Shaay's claws sunk into your left shoulder, piercing deeply.
> ** HP: 1/202 SP: 9/202
You cut Shaay lightly.
sh
Shaay is in undamaged shape.
0% 0% 0%|6604
> Shaay's claws sunk into your right shoulder, piercing deeply.
> ** HP: 0/202 SP: 9/202
Shaay howls in pain as you thrust your bastard sword through his ribcage!
You are victorius!
Shaay died.
You missed some mist.
Duel area entrance <e>.
Your hunting falcon.
Corpse of Shaay.
some mist drifts around.
Some mist tickled you in the stomach.
Ghost of Shaay says: nice
** HP: 2/202 SP: 9/202
.
** HP: 2/202 SP: 11/202

Yay, Beldros.

---------------------- The NannyMUD Times --------------------- page 9 ---

The following people were married since the last issue of the paper.

Narya was married to Lectral by Lectral Fri May 1 00:55:23 1998
Bubbabuzgut was married to Helmy by Nothel Fri May 1 20:46:13 1998
Traian was married to Luma by Gabe Tue May 5 20:54:17 1998
Amy was married to Sarcotome by Sarcotome Mon May 11 18:23:23 1998
Michel was married to Abegail by Nobody Sat May 23 18:20:44 1998
Silenser was married to Jarmana by Odd Mon May 25 13:38:42 1998
Sirrah was married to Andora by Newton Thu May 28 18:03:30 1998
Charisma was married to Wireman by Charisma Thu May 28 23:13:10 1998
Toth was married to Anxious by Toth Thu Jun 4 08:52:59 1998
Agbane was married to Brujah by Toth Sun Jun 7 20:59:34 1998
Jadea was married to Beleriand by Leowon Sun Jun 14 01:43:45 1998
Thaadd was married to Avis by Avis Tue Jun 16 05:10:39 1998
Xalian was married to Hotwetzeusa by Lwaxana Fri Jun 19 16:08:33 1998
Darwin was married to Tippytoes by Seoman Sat Jun 20 10:15:21 1998
Hungrig was married to Frusen by Reece Mon Jun 22 00:38:55 1998
Minimouse was married to Mickeymouse by Asterix Wed Jun 24 20:48:57 1998
Bass was married to Jesod by September Tue Jun 30 01:23:05 1998
Mortal was married to Immortal by Newton Thu Jul 9 17:30:30 1998
Clumsy was married to Gander by Snafu Sun Jul 12 08:51:16 1998
Egeanin was married to Quartz by Quartz Sat Jul 18 01:01:35 1998
Asaloki was married to Runafalcon by Slater Sat Jul 18 07:03:00 1998
Khazad was married to Leuca by Orgalforxa Sat Aug 8 00:16:41 1998
Mikaa was married to Mordraug by Mikaa Wed Aug 12 13:41:57 1998
Ciana was married to Mats by Mats Mon Aug 17 13:16:42 1998
Gurk was married to Rockoletta by Gurk Mon Aug 17 19:50:48 1998
Kalrach was married to Lisa by Mami Mon Aug 24 02:04:16 1998
Dunstan was married to Hebe by Frot Tue Aug 25 00:35:43 1998
Apollyon was married to Finn by Rupey Sat Aug 29 07:30:09 1998
Lovecraft was married to Melee by Melee Sun Aug 30 03:30:32 1998
Vampyress was married to Gicu by Darkcry Tue Sep 1 11:30:15 1998
Special was married to Jemma by Yyrkoon Wed Sep 9 20:19:12 1998
Levitan was married to Foxy by Nothel Mon Sep 14 22:36:24 1998
Ellie was married to Willett by Grover Tue Sep 15 23:34:05 1998
Garfunkel was married to Niena by Leowon Wed Sep 16 23:33:12 1998
Valentine was married to Fiji by Beleriand Sat Sep 19 00:52:57 1998
Lonewolf was married to Oak by Lonewolf Thu Sep 24 00:36:49 1998
Lleucu was married to Joxer by Aleea Thu Sep 24 08:54:46 1998
Zev was married to Aldrin by Aishiteru Sat Sep 26 10:06:19 1998
Abe was married to Abesbabe by Aishiteru Sat Sep 26 12:06:11 1998
Tobin was married to Dust by Snafu Sun Sep 27 01:21:07 1998
Decebal was married to Vixxen by Quota Thu Oct 1 07:18:18 1998
Ica was married to Konsum by Whistler Fri Oct 2 00:30:42 1998
Valkris was married to Deety by Snafu Sat Oct 3 02:50:18 1998
Samba was married to Howler by Aishiteru Sat Oct 3 06:04:40 1998
Blizzard was married to Leedoo by Quota Sun Oct 4 15:34:14 1998
Shalom was married to Mirla by Dunstan Mon Oct 5 19:33:47 1998
Rolland was married to Dixy by Rolland Fri Oct 9 08:46:20 1998
Flair was married to Courtney by Kytten Mon Oct 19 03:19:17 1998
Tommyboy was married to Teamo by Aishiteru Thu Oct 22 14:40:02 1998
Iceberg was married to Rowena by Arbre Sat Oct 24 21:29:13 1998
Tiana was married to Vance by Ferrodor Fri Oct 30 17:55:44 1998
Exiver was married to Sheena by Keldo Mon Nov 2 16:09:57 1998
Malagant was married to Moira by Lys Sun Nov 8 06:54:37 1998
Lucho was married to Esperanza by Arraquwain Thu Nov 12 22:22:44 1998
Pallas was married to Laura by Connor Fri Nov 13 12:27:43 1998
Quota was married to Kati by Quota Fri Nov 13 12:51:13 1998
Drahe was married to Ice by Drahe Sun Nov 22 17:43:26 1998
Loloka was married to Enyll by Iceberg Thu Nov 26 16:24:24 1998
Mel was married to Taralee by Beldin Sat Nov 28 00:34:04 1998
Dagoth was married to Anduin by Dagoth Sun Nov 29 17:51:07 1998
Sopus was married to Sky by Nothel Mon Nov 30 04:22:06 1998
Pit was married to Eurydice by Tobin Mon Nov 30 04:48:39 1998
Spankybutt was married to Rufey by Moocow Fri Dec 4 11:55:28 1998
Wispy was married to Tuft by Titleist Fri Dec 4 19:44:11 1998
Agnoluto was married to Toffee by Mistress Sat Dec 5 16:21:39 1998
Belly was married to Miracle by Andra Mon Dec 7 05:06:47 1998
Goth was married to Aderyn by Dagoth Tue Dec 8 20:50:37 1998
Dax was married to Star by Jifse Fri Dec 11 06:18:42 1998
Elysia was married to Orpheus by Mats Mon Dec 14 10:27:39 1998
Ylfa was married to Grond by Ylfa Wed Dec 16 13:00:02 1998
Gabriel was married to Mariko by Lonewolf Thu Dec 17 00:50:00 1998
Lyr was married to Littleangel by Iceberg Fri Dec 18 22:08:42 1998

Ball and chain, ball and chain, ball and chain . . .

---------------------- The NannyMUD Times --------------------- page 10 --

PERSONALS

SWM, knight, looking for his lady fair. Must be young and as beautiful
as sun above, paler than moon, slender as beech and with hair spun of
gold. Must be princess (preferably only child of elderly monarch and
stand to inherit kingdom forthwith). ABSOLUTELY MUST BE VIRGIN (must
pass unicorn test). Prefer princess be trapped in tower by at least one
dragon and poss. by orcs, trolls and/or bandits. No commoners.

SWM. Can't tell you my profession, but it starts with "W." Looking to play
sugar daddy: you give me cheap, mindless mudsex and you find out about how
the world works. Want to get ahead here? Stick with me and you'll be coding
your own area.

S Simyarin. Have fetish for the letter "k": ISO big, strong
Kitten/Khorne/knight to defend me from the world. I can be whatever
gender you need me to be and can glow in all the colors of the rainbow.

SF Vampire. Looking for someone fleshy. Want to lose weight? They say the
first thing you lose when you diet is water, and they also say that blood

SWM adventurer hey i keep hearign abt 'mudsex' what is it???? where can i
get some???? are there any dirty pictures on this mud???? send responce
fast mom may come in any minute and i need to get my pants back OH CRAP

SM chef. Looking for good eater, pref. one who can kill own main dish:
knight, kitten, dark, Cthulhu cultist, druid, monk, etc. You kill, I cook,
we all get guild points.

SM monk, looking for couple. It's against my vows to indulge myself in the
erotic joys of the flesh, but Lars never said I couldn't watch. I promise
not to have lascivious thoughts. I just want to show my respect for Lars'
workmanship, for He made nothing that is ugly in His eyes, and I want to
show my devotion to Him by praising _all_ of His works. DISCRETION IS A MUST.

S leper (not sure what gender I am any more), looking for other S leper.
Maybe between us we'll have enough parts for one complete person. Let's
make the beast with one back.

SF Cthulhu cultist. Looking for someone for whom the spiritual life is the
most important thing, gender not important. Must be willing to put your
life in my hands and open your heart. Cthulhu is coming. Are you ready?

S Druid. Willing to change gender, age, whatever, for right person. I
really like sex and I really like to talk about it. My tree is nice and
warm and I've got a woody. Drill me a knothole, baby.

SF member of darks' guild. Photophobic. ISO other creatures of the night.
Hang with me and you won't ever want to turn the lights on. No morning
people.

SM Khorne. Looking for traditional SF with a twist: one who understands
that my job comes first and doesn't want XP/QP for herself, but also one
who can soften up big kills and doesn't shy away from blood (healing skills
a BIG plus). Are you woman enough?

SM hunter, looking for pioneer woman. Good provider: I can kill 'em and
skin 'em and sell the pelts for good money, and I can put a roof over our
heads with my own two hands. Expect no less from partner. Let's live off
the land and sing together under the stars.

SF Kitten. Looking for SM philosopher/poet, one who understands that the
most important thing in life is balance and that to make an omelette you
have to break a few eggs (and/or heads). You must have the brains to
discuss theory and the balls to put the theory into practice. If you're
all of these, my specialization will be making you purr.

SM master ISO other members of my guild. Failing that, ISO slave. Worship
me (please)!

>
> read page 11
You read page 11 in your newspaper.

---------------------- The NannyMUD Times --------------------- page 11 --

ARIES (MARCH 21 - APRIL 19)
All representatives are busy. Try back in an hour. When you get through,
say, "Now it's your turn to hold!" Put them on hold. They will hang up,
but you will have proven your point. Which, to the best of my knowledge,
is vague.

TAURUS (APRIL 20 - MAY 20)
About one hundred years ago, Teddy Roosevelt sent the American fleet
halfway around the world even though Congress denied him funding to send
it entirely around the world. Once it got halfway he applied again for
funding in order to get the fleet home. Don't do this to your girlfriend,
it's not cool.

GEMINI (MAY 21 - JUNE 20)
Here is a way to confuse motorists: jump in the street and run in a
circle. When someone yells, "Hey jackass, get out of the road!" yell back,
"Sorry, my mistake."

CANCER (JUNE 21 - JULY 22)
"When will you get a favorable horoscope?" you ask. Today! You will fall
in love with a one-legged pony with an adorable penchant for mischief.
This is good because you love the pony. Also, in the pony's bottom is a
briefcase with one million dollars. It's buried in there pretty deep, so
don't be afraid to reach in and dig around. If anyone asks what you're
doing, tell 'em I sent you.

LEO (JULY 23 - AUGUST 22)
Every once in a while there is a miracle. Sometimes it's finding twenty
dollars in the pocket of a random pair of pants, and sometime it is the
parting of an ocean to allow your people to escape slavery. However, this
week you will see a good film and eat a delicious candy bar. Sometimes it
is that too.

VIRGO (AUGUST 23 - SEPTEMBER 22)
Hot stocks to watch for: AOL, CIEN, EBAY, MRK, PAH, and CSCO. I have two
words for you: Sell Dell. (Note: do not construe this horoscope as an
assurance that the values of these stocks will rise. Investing in equities
is a risky business. Also, don't bet against Michael Dell. He's made lots
of people millionaires.)

LIBRA (SEPTEMBER 23 - OCTOBER 22)
Pharmacogenomics. What, you ask? It's the study of how variations in
people's DNA change the way that drugs affect them. What does this mean
to you, you ask? It's an important field - drop whatever you're doing,
get a degree in biomedical engineering, join the revolution. You work at
Sir Speedy, you say? Well, then, don't drop what you're doing, but come
out and cheer! We're on our way to map the human gene!

SCORPIO (OCTOBER 23 - NOVEMBER 21)
When you go to a dry cleaner it is because you need something cleaned.
The same is true when you go to a laundromat. But this is not the case
when you go to court tomorrow morning. You go to court because you are on
trial. You are on trail because your pants were at the cleaners, your mind
was in the gutter, and your hands were in the mind of the dry cleaner.
Stop using your psychokinetic ability to control everyone in the cleaning
professon to pleasure you aurally. The sounds they make, though sweet,
are not for you to pluck from them with your powers.

SAGITTARIUS (NOVEMBER 22 - DECEMBER 21)
Congratulations! You have learned how to read! Good for you! Who's my
good reader? That's right - YOU! Now why don't you get me a snack?
Run along now.

CAPRICORN (DECEMBER 22 - JANUARY 19)
You will be unstoppable this week. There's no stopping you, at least not
this week. Don't waste that kind of power. Start a business next week.
Or ask that girl out. Of course, after next week, all bets are off - the
business will go under, probably, and the girl will break up with you, but
you'll cross that bridge when you come to it. For example, you could have
the girl run the business. Yes, that's it - have the girl run the
business. The challenges of running a business will distract her from your
inadequacies, and her 17 years as a CPA will help put the business on a
strong footing, at least from an accounting viewpoint.

AQUARIUS (JANUARY 20 - FEBRUARY 18)
Pow! A ninja chop to your head. Slam! A ninja kick to your back.
Thunk! A ninja throwing star, sunk deep into your chest. Ninjas will
figure heavily this week. So beware! When out and about, keep an eye
cocked for black-clad warriors, crouched in unexpected places. Like
Baskin Robbins, where no one expects ninjas, since they are assumed to be
very healthy, and ice cream is very fatty. Look for them crouched near
the yogurt.

PISCES (FEBRUARY 19 - MARCH 20)
This week, you will be put to the test. And if you don't pass, you won't
get blessed. And if the test consists of pleasuring my whole crew, then,
goddamnit, that's what you've got to do. After all, my crew is very
lonely. They are all coming off bad break-ups.

---------------------- The NannyMUD Times --------------------- page 12 --

One of the newer guilds, Hunters, is located in Vincent's area. Opened for
nearly six months, it has already attracted attention and players, though
it does not rival the size of guilds such as knights or kittens. However,
as in some other guilds, most of the advantages are not readily apparent
to the casual viewer.

The guild head, Vincent, came up with the concept nearly a year ago in
January 1998 while waiting for approval of "yet another quest". It was
originally thought of as a "Pioneers guild" (think Daniel Boone, Davy
Crockett .. or a trailblazing type in buckskins) but coincidentally, it
was rather similar to a guild that Czygorwan was working on called Wardens.
The emphasis of the guild was changed from 'pioneer' to 'hunter' while
retaining the core of the original idea. Later that month, Vincent
submitted the guild documentation to Dwinbar and received approval to code
it. Lonewolf was asked to aid with testing, and when Czygorwan abandoned
his attempt to code a guild, allowed Vincent to use some of their similar
ideas.
Over the next few months features were added and Avis joined to help test
and suggest ideas. In early May the guild was complete, and submitted in
its entirely to Dwinbar, who then made a list of required changes before it
would be allowed to open. These changes took several weeks, and in June,
the guild began playtesting with Guile, Jass, Joph, Kelli, and Bauhaus.
These five played for nearly a month, finding the bugs and typos that had
slipped past the wizards, and the transition of guild admin from Dwinbar to
Vulcan had only a small effect on the Hunters guild, as he had his own list
of required changes and ideas. It was approved to open on June 28, 1998.
The first five hours went by quickly - Ask, Dethor, Dragonspawn, Humpe,
Kit, Lynx, Mie, and Prisma joined and began experimenting with their new
skills. Because of a shortage of bowie knives, only a small number of
players were allowed to join Hunters at that time. The first week was a
busy one, with new races of monsters discovered and several minor bugs
identified and fixed. At the end of that week, five hunters reached
Amateur Hunter status - Dragonspawn, Humpe, Backstab, Split, and Shauku.
The first month resulted in several ideareports from devoted players, and
some new commands were added to the guild. Equipment was occasionally in
short supply, though most of the players were able to add their own
creations to the trading post. At the end of July, six players were at
Experienced Hunter status - Kit, Headcapo, Gloom, Backstab, Split, and
Artemis.
All of these players were quickly passed by Gelbart, however, who joined
the guild on August 21st as an utter novice and, 14 game-days later,
became the guild's first Head Hunter on November 24th.

The guild is similar to Simyarin, in that a player selects which skills
he wishes to have and advances mastery in each specific one. In Hunters,
each skill is expressed as a percentage going up to 99%, at which point
the skill can no longer be advanced. As the percentage rises, it becomes
progressively harder to advance the skill - it takes as much time to go
from 0 to 50 as it does to go from 98 to 99. Each skill listed in the
training hall has a certain skill point cost and a certain gold coin cost,
along with a grade requirement. However, unlike Simyarin, a Hunter can
learn every available skill: for those who dislike questing, level 15 is
the highest necessary to obtain every skill.
Though a Hunter has skills in various weapons (knife, longbow, tomahawk,
machete, etc) his effectiveness at attacking a certain monster depends
partly upon his skill at hunting that type of monster. Each race of
monster has its own skill percentage. If you hunt dragons often, for
example, your skill will increase in that race, and you become more
effective attacking that type of monster.
However, the race skills slowly decline over time if they go unused (the
normal skills do not). This represents the risk of getting "out of
practice" or "losing your touch" with regards to certain races.

The guild lacks the stringent rules of most other guilds, reflecting the
individuality of hunters. Most of the rules are enforced by the guild
rather than by guild heads or mortal guild heads. Hunters must remain
sober: though they can drink alcohol to heal, their skills suffer
dramatically if they attempt to use them while drunk. They must remain
neutral: they require a balance in their lives, and if they stray too far
in either direction, their skills will suffer and they cannot advance.
They must also use their guild-specific equipment: though they can use
quest-specific weapons and armour, they will be less effective than normal.
The only 'rule' that is enforced by the guild head is simple; outright
misbehaviour can be punished, with the result being that the hunter's skills
suffer as if he were drunk.

The skills in the guild are suited to the concept of a hunter. The basic
skill allows them to skin a corpse for a pelt or a scalp, which they then
turn into various pieces of armour or sell at the guild headquarters for
guild points and gold coins. Some of the most common skills (besides the
weapon skills) are 'bundle', 'make', and 'repair'. The bundle skill allows
a hunter to wrap several pelts together into one bundle for ease of
carrying, whereas the make and repair skills are essential for hunter
equipment. By using pelts and other items, they can create weapons and
armour for themselves or other hunters.
Unlike any other guild, though, this equipment has a specific condition
and will deteriorate through use. As a hunter keeps bashing things in the
head with his tomahawk, it will dull and become less useful; at this point
the repair skill shows its use. It can improve the condition of items
that are wearing out or are broken, but only to a certain extent. High
quality materials will result in high quality items, too.

In the opinions of some of the guild members, the best things about the
guild included the fact that a full set of high-quality hunter equipment
is unrivalled by anything else (some high-grade hunters can kill a monster
without taking a single hp in damage), making your own equipment, choosing
your own abilities rather than being forced to choose, the race-based
hunting system, and above all, very helpful guild members and a very active
guild head.
What some of the members disliked about the guild was the alignment
requirement - they found it harder to stay perfectly neutral than they had
thought. Slow advancement and a weak beginning were also noted; more than
one drew a correlation with Simyarin (which tend to be weak even at high
levels anyway). The hunter equipment was also a mixed blessing - it
deteriorated a little faster than some might like, and the fact that Hunters
cannot use non-guild weaponry is difficult at times, but Hunters with high
skills in their machete or longbow can hit harder than almost any unique
weapon.

The following are some quotes from hunters regarding their guild:

Sutekh tells you: hmm three best, the ability to chose different abilities,
how killing different types of animals are rewarded, the hands on
leadership of vincent who works hard and is very active in the guild
to make it better, those are three best
Sutekh tells you: like sims it takes along time to eventually get very
good, you start out weak but in the end if you stick with it you
will be strong, but the length of time and the commitment is Huge
Sutekh tells you: 2nd its too bad we can't use uniques but i haven't had
machete not to say tomahawk so i don't know if a hunter misses some
of the uniques
Sutekh tells you: 3rd hunters at least to start are going to be on the poor
side, but eventually they will be self sufficent, this is all IMHO
Annie tells you: Three best... Active and creative Guild Head, Nice
players, A sence of independence... Three worst Training can be slow,
Must stay active, and It's a solitary lifestyle...
Kit tells you: we partied yesterday with Huntingjoe and killed the
arch-balrog in one round. :)

---------------------- The NannyMUD Times --------------------- page 13 --

A Knight's Christmas Carol

By: Elysia

"Terin!" The voice boomed throughout Camelot. "Get in here!"
Terin Kratchet hesitantly made his way to the GuildHead's
chambers and peeked in. "Yes, Maelstorm?"
The office was meticulously neat and tidy, and behind one of
the large oak desks sat Ebenezer Maelstorm, a pair of wire spectacles
perched on his nose and a pile of folders on his desk. He was waving
one about, and gestured Terin into the room. "Sit down," he said
brusquely. Terin took a seat, nervously wringing his hands.
Calmly, Maelstorm opened the folder, and pulled out a sheet of
paper. "This," he began, "Is the banfile for Trenton. I believe you
banished him..."
"Yes, sir, I did..."
Maelstorm glanced up quickly. "Don't interrupt unless I ask
you a specific question, understood?"
Terin nodded mutely. Maelstorm pushed the spectacles further
back on the bridge of his nose with one finger and gave his attention
to the sheet of paper. "Now. You were the one who banished Trenton,
correct?"
Terin gave a mental sigh. "Yes, sir, I did."
"Then why," Maelstorm's calm demeanor was quickly slipping,
"Did you -not- make a banfile?" Maelstorm held up the piece of paper,
which simply said 'Trenton, banished 17 June 97 eternally'. Terin
frowned.
"I wasn't..." he began, thinking of how Elysia had said she'd
take care of it. Then, after a moment's hesitation, he responded.
"I'm afraid I forgot to do it, sir. It will never happen again."
Maelstorm exploded. "You're right it will never happen
again!" he roared. "I'm docking a week's pay for this!"
Terin paled. "But sir...you don't pay us, remember?"
Maelstorm frowned. "Oh that's right. Then you're fired.
Hand in your grail at the door, Terin, and never let me see you
around here again."
Terin stood quickly. "But sir!" he exclaimed. "You can't
just...degrail me like this! It's...it's my first offense! Rule
number 5,042 in the 'Book of Maelstorm's Mostly Pointless Knight
Rules' says that every RT receives a second chance...and besides,"
Terin's voice was slightly pleading. "It's Christmas Eve."
"Christmas?!" Maelstorm barked. "Bah, humbug!"
"Please, sir. If not in the spirit of Christmas, then do it
because it's a rule?"
Maelstorm thought for a moment. "No."
"But sir, it's Chri..."
Maelstorm looked up, his facial expression one that brooked
no argument.
Terin sighed as he stood. Maelstorm gave him one last glance,
then went back to his work. His eyes stinging, he fumblingly
unsnapped the grail from his belt, and sat it on a table by the door.
As he was closing the door on his way out, Maelstorm could hear the
slight strains of a merry Christmas song.

"God rest ye, merry RT knights,
let nothing you dismay..."

Maelstorm bounded up, caught the door as it was closing, and
yelled down the hall. "Stop that infernal racket!" he cried.
Instantly, the voices became hushed. Terin, who'd barely gotten out
of the door, was crouched on the floor, shielding himself with both
arms. Maelstorm glanced down at him, snorted, then slammed the door
shut forcefully. "Damn merrymakers," he mumbled to himself, taking a
seat behind his desk again.
Just then, there came a knock.
"What is it?" He snapped.
The door opened, and Bowen poked his head in. "I-I have a
letter for you," he said.
Maelstorm rolled his eyes. "Then give it here!" he boomed.
Bowen almost ran over to his desk, dropping the letter into
his open hand. Then he just as hastily ran through the door, closing
it behind him. Just before the door shut, he said "Merry Christmas,
Maelstorm."
"Bah!" the GuildHead shouted.
The door -clicked- firmly.
Maelstorm looked down at the piece of paper. It read:

GH Maelstorm;

It's once again time for our annual
'Help the Apprentice Wizards' fund. This year,
we ask that every GuildHead make a small donation
of one half-hour of his or her time to help teach
an Apprentice Wizard a little about running a
guild. You didn't reply last year, or the year
before...or the year before that. We assume that
our letters were lost. This year, we sent it
through one of your esteemed Knights. Hope to
hear from you soon,

--The GuildHead Association

Maelstorm snorted loudly. "Bah." he muttered, opening a
drawer marked 'GuildHead Association Charities' and dropping the
letter in, atop a growing pile of papers. Some of the envelopes were
unopened. He shut the drawer with a decisive thump. Then he went
back to his work.
Seven hours later, Maelstorm slid the last banfile into the
cabinet. After checking to make sure that the office was in complete
order, he closed his eyes, raised both hands toward the ceiling, and
called a strong, magically contained tornado which lifted him from
the floor and transported him to his workroom.
As he walked across the stony grey level, an infinite, clouded
expanse in every direction, he spied a gaily wrapped package on the
floor. A little card attached read "Merry Christmas". A few mumbled
words turned the package to dust, and a strong gust of wind blew the
grains away.
Maelstorm sat at his personal desk, waving his hand over the
surface. Suddenly, the desk became a table, and covering the table
were various delicacies; a cornucopia sat in the center of the table,
surrounded by turkey, ham, cranberry sauce, stuffing, gravy,
biscuits...

After a feast fit for an Admin, Maelstorm wiped the corners
of his mouth with a delicately made linen napkin, stood, stretched,
and decided to retire for the night. He stumbled in the dark, then
snapped his fingers, creating a small ball of incandescence to light
the way. Soon, he was snuggled deeply into the opulent, king-sized
canopy bed, the burgundy satin curtins pulled around, enveloping him
in warm blackness.
A deep clanging pervaded his sleep as the large grandfather
clock in the corner tolled the eleventh hour. "Damn clock,"
Maelstorm muttered, waking slightly. Just as sudden, the clock
stilled, replaced by a light -clopclopclop- of hooves.
Maelstorm frowned, then sprung to his knees inside the
canopied cocoon. He pushed aside one half of the curtain, then gasped
at what met his eyes. Sitting on a glowingm snowy charger, bedecked
in a resplendant cloak of shimmering white, was Jacob Gompie.
"Gompie!" Maelstorm exclaimed. "Wha...what are you doing
here?" The brilliance surrounding Gompie became brighter, until
Maelstorm was shielding his eyes with one hand. He climbed out of the
bed, and walked toward the ex-GuildHead. "Why didn't you tell me you
were stopping by? Where -have- you been?"
"Silence!" The sound of Gompie's voice reverberated throughout
the workroom, shattering the illusion of a limitless expanse.
Maelstorm flinched slightly. "Jeez," he muttered. "What's eating
you?"
Gompie dismounted, and walked toward Maelstorm, his armour
gleaming. "You are," Gompie announced. "You are, Ebenezer Maelstorm.
I've heard unbelievable things about you."
Maelstorm smiled, his chest puffing out proudly. "I run a
tight, efficient ship," he boasted. "Why, my knights are the most
respectful..."
"You are a heartless, cold miser!" Gompie roared. From his
fingertips exploded iceblue fire, coupled with overpowering, booming
thunder. Clouds overhead became darker, and suddenly, piercing rain
began pouring down upon the cringing wizard. Maelstorm clapped both
hands over his ears. "I...I have to be firm," he began.
"Shut up!" Gompie cried. The storm that had begun raging
around Maelstorm quieted instantly. The wizard cowered near the large
bed, drenched and shivering. "You've made a lot of people unhappy,
Maelstorm...your greedy, selfish ways have made the Knight's guild a
miserable place to be."
"Miserable? Miserable? Why...just today, in the halls,
Knights were singing!"
"And you told them to be quiet! They were singing Christmas
carols..."
"Christmas?!" Maelstorm stomped one thick slipper to the
floor. "Bah! What has Christmas ever done for anyone? What has
Christmas ever done for me?"
Gompie ignored him. "The inner complaints, the prayers of
the Knights, each one wishing you were dead or someplace far, far
away, have culminated. Your meanness is too great to ignore,
Maelstorm."
"I'm not mean!" Maelstorm snapped.
"But, I remember a time when you were -not- mean...when you
were actually a caring, kindhearted man. That is why I'll give you a
chance to redeem yourself."
"Redeem myself? Why, I've done more for this guild than..."
"Oh, zip it. As I was saying, a chance to redeem yourself..."
Maelstorm interrupted yet again. "What will happen if I don't
-redeem- myself?" he smirked.
Gompie stood aside, and behind him, where there was once a
grey landscape, there was a fiery pit. Smoke and flames belched
furiously from within. In morbid fascination, Maelstorm inched closer
to the pit and glanced in. A sudden scream made him jump, and he
averted his eyes as he backed away from the eerie sight. Just as
suddenly, however, it was gone.
"Does that answer your question?" Gompie grinned evilly.
"What exactly did you have in mind?" Maelstorm shivered
fearfully.
"I thought you'd see it my way." Gompie replied. "Now.
You're going to recieve three very special visitors who can help you."
"Who?" Maelstorm asked.
"Expect the first visitor at midnight," Gompie intoned, one
finger raised and pointed at the clock.
"But..."
"...Expect the first at midnight..." Gompie repeated, the
shimmer surrounding him dulling. He began fading, and soon he and his
charger vanished.
Left alone in the darkness again, Maelstorm shook his head.
"Too many rich foods at dinner," he mumbled. "A trick of the
light. I've fallen out of bed and bumped my skull!" he exclaimed,
climbing back into bed. He snuggled under the blankets again, falling
off into a nervous sleep.
Bong!
Bong!
Maelstorm's eyes popped open.
Bong! Bong!
He glanced in all directions, alert.
Bong! Bong! Bong! Bong! Bong!
"It was just indigestion," he reassured himself.
Bong! Bong!
By this time, he was shaking quite forcibly beneath the
blankets. As the last bell rang, he was holding the thick blankets
above his head.
Bong! Light. Bright enough to invade the inkiness of his
self-made tomb.
"Get out here, man." Came a voice. "Don't, like, hide from
me."
Maelstorm frowned. Then poked his head out. Peering through
the curtains was a very ordinary-looking mortal. He wore tanned
leather, fringes draped from every conceivable location. Perched on
his nose were thick tortoise-shell glasses, and a thin beaded headband
circled his head. He held up two fingers. "Peace, man. I'm not
gonna, like, hurt you or anything."
"Who are you?" Maelstorm growled.
"I'm Gilthoniel," came the placid response. "I'm, like, the
Simyarin of Christmas past."
"Oh please," Maelstorm snickered, turning his back to the
hippie. "Argh!" Lying beside him, looking rather cozy, was
Gilthoniel. "Call me Gilthy," he purred. "Or Mr. Past, if you like."
"Get out of my bed!" Maelstorm roared.
"Come on you lazy guildhead dude. We've got some partying to
do!"

In a swirl of blankets, Maelstorm found himself standing in
the center of Larstown.
"Wha...?" The roads were covered in new-fallen snow, and the
guildhead couldn't help but shiver. He crossed his arms and began
rubbing them briskly. "Where are we?"
"Woot," Gilthoniel enthused, clapping his hands together.
"Right outside of the church, man." He pulled on his goatee
thoughtfully. Then he dug into his vest, pulling out a thin booklet.
He flipped through it, then smiled. "Ah..." he sighed happily,
turning toward the northern track. "We go this way, man. We've got
a party to go to."
Maelstorm frowned, and petulantly refused to move. "I don't
do parties...I'm not going anywhere," he shook his head. "So you can
just take me right back where you found me..."
He felt a tap on his shoulder. "Yes?"
Gilthoniel gave him a cheeky grin, and pointed to a
brightly-lit house as Maelstorm spun around. "We're here, man."
Maelstorm blinked, then looked about. Sure enough, they were
no longer on the green. "H-how...? Oh, never mind. Show me what
you're going to show me, then let's get out of here."
Gilthoniel rubbed at one foggy window with his fist. "Take
a look in here, man. They're really getting down."
Rolling his eyes to the sky in silent supplication, Maelstorm
neared the window, bent, and looked in. "It's a Christmas party.
What a waste of time." He squinted. "Wait...is that...that's Jacob
Gompie! And...oh my god. That's Toby Silencer."
The Simyarin was leaning against a nearby wall, rubbing his
hands together and blowing warm air onto them. "Yes. A few years
ago, you and your buds had a party. This is it." He reached into his
vest and pulled out a tightly coiled plastic bag. With one expert
flick of his wrist, the bag unrolled. He opened it, lowered his nose,
and inhaled deeply. Then he offered the bag to Maelstorm. "Wanna
smoke?"

Maelstorm waved the bag away. "Look how young and foolish
we all were. Fawning over women, with no concern for the future."
"Good thing you grew up, man," Gilthoniel said sarcastically,
retrieving a small package of thin wrapping papers from another
pocket. He spread a bit of the crushed leaves into the paper, licked
it gently, then rolled it. Resealing the bag and putting it away,
he lit the little joint and took a deep drag.
"Dude!" he coughed slightly. "This is some good..."
"Shhh!" Maelstorm cautioned, pressing his back against the
wall as two of the party-goers stepped from the warmth of the house
into the chill night air.
The attractive blonde woman smiled at the dark-haired young
man brightly. "My dear sir," she demurred. "Your sentiment is
well-accepted...only, I am a poor knightess with nothing to offer to
such an esteemed man as yourself."
The man in question shook his head vigorously. "Never say
that, love! My feelings are true. They will never change. And a
love as strong as this sees not social position, but the woman that
you are. Say you'll marry me. Make me a happy man."
"Young fool," Maelstorm muttered.
Gilthoniel watched inquisitively, a spacy smile on his face.
"You know yourself well, man." Puff. He offered the joint to
Maelstorm again. "Take a toke of this, man. It's wild."
Maelstorm frowned, tilting his head questioningly.
"Excuse me?"
The hippie shook his head dazedly, blinked at the joint a few
times, then puffed in content.
"Oh never mind. How the hell am I supposed to 'redeem'
myself when I'm dragging around a drug-smoking hippie?" He raised his
hands to the air, turned his back on Gilthoniel, and began walking
away. Then he stopped when he heard,
"Oh, Ebenezer Maelstorm! How can I say no? I love you too,
darling!"
He spun around. "Mistress," he breathed. "Mistress." He
watched, stunned, as the young couple exchanged a passionate kiss.
Then, a younger, more care-free Maelstorm bent on one knee and placed
a thin gold band on Mistress' finger. "This is yours, love." He
watched her delighted expression as she admired the large diamond.
Gilthoniel was at his side, stumbling slightly. "Man, that's
you...and she's that foxy mama you used to shack up with...whatever
happened to her?"
Maelstorm blinked as his eyes began stinging. Self-consciously
he rubbed at his eyes. "For the love of Lars, would you -please- get
rid of whatever it is you're smoking?"
"Look at that," Gilthoniel ignored him, pointing. Maelstorm
followed his line of sight, spying a very familiar-looking house.
Once again, without warning, they'd changed locations. Now, they were
in the village, on the very outskirts, the more genteel section of
town. Before them stood a modest, two-story brick house, smoke
streaming from the chimney. Gilthoniel went up to the door and pushed
it, smiling as it swung open. "Man," he called back, "Come on in!"
Maelstorm sighed in exasperation, but followed him anyway,
grumbling foul-naturedly. "Whose house are we breaking into?" he
asked, as they entered the darkness. From the rear came the sound of
an argument. He began turning away. "Look. I don't want to be here,
do you understand? I don't want to..."
"Shhh!" the Simyarin cautioned. "They can't, like, hear us,
but you have to listen."
"Why do I have to eavesdrop?!"
"Man...look." Gilthoniel pulled out the booklet again. "Says
here that you have to listen. I've got one chance to do this right,
man."
Maelstorm reached for the book, but Gilthy snatched it away
just in time. "Somethin's cooking in the kitchen, man. You should
check it out."
"Oh, allright!" he snapped. He strode angrily toward the
kitchen, the voices becoming more agitated as each moment passed. He
pushed into the kitchen, and gasped. There he stood, young and
vigorous. His face was contorted in a mask of pure anger, and the
demeanor of the flushed blonde matched.
"Ebenezer!" She growled. "Your work is tearing us apart.
You're like a machine...no warmth for me anymore! All you care about
is your precious guild. And although Camelot is important, I'm sure
you could find time for me...if you cared enough."
"Can't you see I'm doing this for us?" he roared. "We'll be
the most respected, envied citizens in all of Nanny!"
"I don't want to be envied," Mistress cried. "I want to be
loved! That's it. Your obsession with Camelot is making me crazy!"
"What do you want me to do about it?!"
"I hate to say this, Maelstorm...but it's either me or
Camelot. Either you take the time to make 'us' work, or you lose me."
Silence reigned. The pair stared at each other, chests
heaving as emotions ran high. Finally, Mistress shook her head. "If
you have to think about it, then it's obviously not going to work."
She pulled the ring from her finger, walked to him, and placed it
gently in his palm. "Let's not be enemies, Maelstorm. I just can't
be the woman you want. It's good we found that out before we got
married." Sighing, she pulled on her coat, opened the kitchen door
and left into the night, never turning back once. And Ebenezer
Maelstorm, proud and dignified, stood there, never saying a word,
never attempting to call her back.
"That was the last time I saw her," Maelstorm whispered.
"Man, how could you let that diggable piece walk away?"
Gilthoniel pulled a pair of tweezers from his vest pocket, attempting
to savor every last toke from the miniscule joint.
"What was I supposed to do? Drag her back? Make her stay?"
"It's like Joe Tex said, man...gotta try a little tenderness."
He shrugged. For an instant, wisdom shone bright in his eyes. "You
were too proud for your own good. Would it have hurt to cut back on
your work, maybe think about her feelings for a change? Did success
bring you happiness, in the end?"
"I'm happy," Maelstorm snapped. "When I was young, I was
stupid. Silly. With young ideas. I'm much older and wiser now!
Who needs love?"
"If you could do it again...would you let her walk away?"
Gilthoniel pressed. Maelstorm fell silent. The Simyarin looked at
his wrist-watch. "Man, my time is up!" He dragged deeply from
the roach, filling his lungs with smoke, then blew it directly into
Maelstorm's face.
Maelstorm gagged, coughing and sputtering. His eyes teared as
he waved one hand around, trying to disperse the thick, sweetly-scented
smoke cloud. When he next opened his eyes, an exultant cheer arose as
he found himself sitting on his comfortable, warm sofa. "I'm back!" he
whooped. "I'm..."
Bong!
"Damn," Maelstorm muttered.
"Hello, sir." On top of the uncluttered oak desk, looking
more satiated than the cat that ate a family of canaries, sat Lys.
She wore a radiant yellow cloak, her cropped auburn hair a perfect
foil. Beneath, she was clad in a simple khaki pantsuit, a gleaming
pair of hessians on her feet. Adorning her neck was a small medal
and dangling from her thick leather belt was a mithril grail.
Maelstorm raised an eyebrow and peered about. He ran over
to the massive canopy bed and threw the curtains back, looking hither
and yon. Then he dropped to his knees and took a glance under the
bed. He shrugged, coming to some unknown conclusion. He gave a
firm grunt. "Lady Lys...what are you doing here at this time of the
night? Is there something I can do for you?"
Legs crossed daintily at the knee, Lys was the picture of
smugness. "No, there isn't, Maelstorm. The better question is:
what can -I- do for -you-." She gave an angelic smile, nonchalantly
examining her fingernails. Then she brushed some invisible speck of
dust from her clothing, all the while Maelstorm stood and grew
increasingly agitated, until finally he exploded.
"Well, what do you want!?"
"You," Lys said simply.
"Lys!" he gasped. "Since when have you been so...forward?"
Then he gave a gentle smile. "I can understand how you'd be smitten,
knightess, but for the sake of propriety..."
Lys rolled her eyes to the ceiling, then bounced from her
perch. "No, Maelstorm, don't flatter yourself. In case you haven't
figured it out yet...I'm your second 'visitor'." She waggled her
fingers. "Boo."
"Don't make me laugh," Maelstorm snorted. "-You're- here to
help me redeem myself?"
"Who else? I'm the RT of Christmas present." Lys gave a
hearty chuckle. "I had to fight to get this part...the competition
was fierce! You're not a very popular man, you know."
Maelstorm frowned confusedly.
"Nevermind." She clapped her hands together, rubbing them
in anticipation. "Okay. We've got some business to take care of...so
this might...hurt a bit."
"Hurt?!"
Wham! Maelstorm didn't know what hit him. But a few moments
later, as Lys rubbed her right fist with a satisfied smile on her
face, he figured it out. One hand clapped to his jaw, he growled.
"I'll have your cloak for this!" he roared.
"I warned you!" Lys grinned evilly. "Besides. I -can- use
a blunt object, I was told. So be nice, or..." she let the sentence
hang. Maelstorm promptly shut up, glancing around.
"Where are we?" They were no longer in his workroom, but
instead stood in a filthy alleyway.
"Somewhere south of Pskov. We're in the village." She'd
begun walking away, and he followed as he strugged to keep her in
sight in the inky darkness. Her stunningly bright yellow cloak helped
little. Stealthily, they walked through the night, low sounds of
celebrating eminating from the surrounding houses. Maelstorm wrinkled
his nose, not at the foul stench rising from the cobblestone streets,
but at the music.
-Christmas- he thought. -Bah humbug-
They stopped at a particularly worn-down shed, where all was
quiet. Lys walked around the back of the house, then peeked into a
dimly lit window. She smiled. "Aha."
"You -visitors- are little less than...voyeuristic...peeping
toms!" Maelstorm spat bitterly, bending to peer into the window as
well.
"Well, there are a few things you have to see," Lys pointed
inside, then frowned. "Hmm. We can't hear a thing out here." She
glanced at Maelstorm, a devilish light in her eyes. Then she took
the heel of her palm and smacked it into his nose.
When the stars faded, they were standing inside near a gaily
decorated fireplace, sans fire. "You seem to enjoy doing that,"
Maelstorm grumbled, massaging the bridge of his nose.
"Well, you know what they say!" Lys smiled brightly. "Things
are always -exactly- what they seem."
"No, that's not how it..."
"Shhh!" The lady knightess placed one finger to her lips.
"Look there," she pointed. Maelstorm spun around, and gasped.
"Oh, pardon me!" he exclaimed. "I didn't mean to intrude on your
dinner, but..."
"They can't hear or see you, dodo."
"Oh."
Seated around a less-than-sturdy table were three solemn
figures, heads bowed. The man at the head of the table was saying a
prayer, his voice low and steady.

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"God, thank you for this wonderful Christmas dinner, and
the chance to be with my family for yet another memorable occasion...
thank you for our lovely turkey..." Maelstorm frowned at the pitiful
bird on the table. Was that a chicken, all trussed up with dressing
and garnished with parsley? "...And all the trimmings." Yes, 'trim'
was the appropriate word. On the table, there lie the turkey, stuffed
nearly to bursting with dressing, and there were rolls. A bottle of
wine. A tankard of punch. And that was it.
"What a meager meal," Maelstorm thought aloud.
Lys raised an eyebrow. "That's all an RT can afford these
days...since you don't -pay- us anything. What do you expect?"
The prayer done, Terin Cratchet gave a heartfelt 'Amen'.
Mrs. Cratchet and the young boy at the table did the same. Cheri
poured the wine, and a cup of punch for their adopted son, Tiny
Tremerus.
"I say we toast to Arthur...and to Camelot. And to the
Assembly of the Knights, which has been our home for so long. And
will one day be the home of our son." She smiled at Tremerus, who was
fidgeting in his seat. Cheri Cratchet was the epitome of all that was
petite and fragile. Her bouncy strawberry-blonde curls stole Terin's
breath away at times. She wore her Christmas dress; a lovely, if
somewhat threadbare, high-waisted creation, with lace and ruffles from
neck to ankle.
Terin gazed upon her adoringly, lifting his glass and taking a
sip. Tremerus eagerly did the same, mimicking his mentor with respect
that bordered idolizing.
"They are a very loving family," Maelstorm offered.
"Hush." Lys gave rapt attention to the warm scene before them.
Terin thought for a moment. "I say we give a toast to our
family and to good friends." Cheri nodded, her eyes bright. As an
afterthought, Terin added, "...And especially to Ebenezer Maelstorm.
My thoughts to him this Christmas Eve."
The mood in the room suddenly changed.
"Has it grown chilly in here or is it me?" Maelstorm wondered
aloud.
Cheri's lovely ivory skin developed a rosy bloom.
"-Especially- to that tight-fisted, mean-tempered, odious man? I
think not!" Her little hand was clenched tightly around the wine-
glass. "What has he done for us? Nothing! But caused us misery,"
she tacked on. "The one thing...the -one- thing that keeps me from
totally loathing the man is that he had the good sense to accept you
at the Round Table."
"I wanna be an RT just like you," Tremerus smiled up at Terin
adoringly.
Maelstorm gulped.
Terin gulped.
Lys stared intensely at Maelstorm for a long, telling moment,
then cast her eyes back to the family.
"Well, Cheri..." he began, paling a bit. "I...I have some
not-so-good news."
Cheri frowned, her eyes narrowing. "What?"
Terin closed his eyes, then pressed ahead.
"I was fired today."
The silence was palpable. Then a sudden explosion.
"Fired!" Cheri exclaimed. "Whatever for? Why? What
happened?"
"Well..." Terin sighed. "I neglected to make up a banfile for
someone I banished earlier this year...it was a silly, stupid error..."
Lys hmmed. "You know," she said. "Terin wasn't supposed to
fill out that banfile."
Maelstorm frowned at Lys. "Yes, he was. You're always
supposed to fill out a banfile, whenever you banish someone."
"I know that...only, Elysia told him that -she'd- take care of
it. -She- was supposed to make up that banfile, not him."
For one stunned moment, Maelstorm was silent. Then he said

quietly, "Then it should have been -her- that I fired, not Terin."
The knightess shook her head sadly. "You still don't get it,
do you? Why fire someone for a simple slip-up like that? Why are
you so harsh, Maelstorm? Why are you so miserable? And you make
others go through your misery with you!"
Maelstorm tried to summon up a burst of anger, but somehow
couldn't succeed. "You have to be harsh and firm to keep things in
order," he said weakly. "Let's not talk about it," he sighed, turning
back to the table. The young boy was gone, his chair lying on its
side on the floor, and Terin sat dejected, his head in his hands.
"He doesn't respect me anymore," Terin murmured.
Mrs. Cratchet, a single tear escaping her eye, gave her
husband a tight hug. "I do...and he will as well. You don't have
to be an RT for me to know that you're the most chivalrous, honorable
man I've ever known. I'd love you if you were a...a druid!"
Terin chuckled, turning to her. "Would you love me if I were
a mad, blood-splattered warrior of Khorne?"
Cheri wrinkled her nose. "Well...I wouldn't go that far..."
The loving couple burst into laughter. And just like that,
everything was all right.
A silent, thoughtful expression across his face, Maelstorm
turned away from the table. "That young boy," he said. "Would
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probably turn out to be..." the words stuck in his throat. "A fine
Knight."
"See? It didn't kill you to give a little praise to
something besides your precious self. In any case, who knows if
he'll be a Knight now? Christ, he probably imagines a fire-breathing
GuildHead is hiding in his closet! I wouldn't be surprised if he
became a monk, if he thinks that -you're- going to be waiting for him
at Camelot." Lys shook her head again. "And now, he thinks that his
father is a failure. Fired from such an honorable, high position.
It's a damn shame that he didn't deserve it."
That hidden anger suddenly decided to show it's face.
"Enough!" Maelstorm snapped. "What do you want me to do? I...I
made a mistake! Everyone makes mistakes!"
"...And in your 'Book of Mostly Pointless Knight Rules' it
says that everyone deserves a second chance."
"Right!" Maelstorm nodded vigorously.
"Well, that didn't stop you from firing Terin!" Lys pulled
back her balled fist, and gave a particularly vicious punch that landed
squarely on Maelstorm's chin.
Maelstorm came to, blinking. His vision blurred for a moment,
and as he sat up, he smacked his head against something hard. He got
to his knees and crawled out from beneath the large desk in his
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workroom. His entire face was sore. Not too distant was the warm
bed, beckoning to him...
Bong!
"No!" he shouted. "Please no...no more!"
Bong!
As the clock tolled two, a violent wind ripped through the
room, forcefully blowing apart the lapels of Maelstorm's expensive
silk pajamas. With it came...were those snow flurries? Something
large, loose and wet fell atop Maelstorm's head.
It was a snow drift.
When he finished brushing the white ice particles from his
stinging eyes, he was greeting by the singular most frightening sight
of his life.
A bear. A polar bear. The size of the world, towering before
him on its hind legs. He almost fell over, his head tilted back
and staring in awe at the sheer size of the beast.
A brilliant, incomparable white was this bear, only his nose
and his claws of coal black shattering the illusion of a bear made
of snow. The awesome creature looked down at Ebenezer Maelstorm, its
eyes glowing cobalt blue. The terrible jaw lowered, exposing
razor-sharp incisors that dripped saliva...Maelstorm knew that this
was the end...
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"Hello," the polar bear said amiably, lowering onto all fours.
Maelstorm blinked.
"How do you do?" The bear exercised impeccable manners,
Maelstorm thought.
"I could be better." The way Maelstorm's night was going, it
wasn't too out-of-the-ordinary to hold a conversation with a bear in
the middle of a snowy plain.
"Couldn't we all?" The bear agreed. "Oh, by the way, you can
call me Leowon." In a sudden burst of wind that stirred up little
flurries of snow, the bear was replaced by a tall, rather lanky man.
He wore thin, snowy white robes, with black sandals on his feet. And
he looked perfectly in his element. He continued.
"I'm the er..."
"The polar bear of Christmas future?" Maelstorm asked
curiously.
"Something like that," Leowon nodded, digging into the deep
pockets of his robe. He pulled out a thin booklet, flipping through
the pages. Somewhere near the end of the book, he went "Aha!"
"No...no, I'm the Admin of Christmas Yet to Come," he
corrected. "But you were close enough." As he was about to tuck
the booklet back into his pocket, Maelstorm reached out and snatched
it.
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"Let me see that." He frowned at the title on the cover
"A Knight's Christmas Carol". Leowon hurriedly snatched it back.
"Ah ah ah," Leowon wagged a finger disapprovingly at
Maelstorm. "Snatching is rude, you know. Besides, a story is best
when you don't know the ending!"
Maelstorm growled, tapping his foot. "Well?"
"Well, what?" The taller man tilted his head. Then his face
lit up. "Oh, that's right! I'm supposed to...er..." The booklet
came out again. This time, though, he stuck a thin "I Love Reading!"
bookmark between the pages. "It's time to go!"
Maelstorm instinctively cringed away from the other man.
"Look," he sighed. "Don't hit me."
"H-hit you?" Flip, flip, flip went the pages. "No, I don't
hit you. But the RT of Christmas Present does, quite often actually,
so be warned."

Maelstorm muttered.
"Well," Leowon exclaimed cheerfully. "Let us be off!"
A whirlwind of snow surrounded Maelstorm in an icy cloak,
then fell away. "We're in the RT meeting room," Maelstorm instantly
recognized the surroundings. Sitting at the table, assembled for
the first time in history, was every active RT knight and GuildHead
of Camelot. Except one.
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"Where am I?" Maelstorm asked curiously. "I'd never miss
out on a meeting..."
"Watch, listen and learn," Leowon suggested.
"I nominate Aleea," Nothel was saying. "She's got great
organisational skills. And most importantly..."
"She's congenial!" April nearly shouted.
The entire assembly burst into helpless laughter.
Nothel nodded. "She's definitely that. It will make a
big improvement. We can really use her talents, also."
April was stuck on her last subject. "She'd let us have
time off for Christmas," she was saying.
"Yeah," Alexander added, "She'd let us sing Christmas carols
in the halls if we wanted to."
"She'd let us sing Christmas carols during an attack if we
wanted to!" Came the reply.
"And she'd never drive a Knight to commit evil," came a deep
voice. The entire table was silent. Maelstorm craned his neck to
see where the voice came from.
Sitting at a distance from the table, his chain leaned against
the wall, was a red-haired Knight, his cloak shimmering ebony with
silver threads. His arms were crossed, and a distant, almost
painful expression captured his face. "She'd never force someone to
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leave who didn't deserve it."
The other knights nodded in quiet agreement, hesitant to
speak.
Maelstorm squinted as he stared at the Knight. Sudden
recognition came to him. "Why...why that's..."
"Yes, it is," Leowon nodded. "It's Tremerus, and he's a
Knight of the Round Table now."
Maelstorm smiled. "I knew it when I saw him. I said to
Lys, that boy would make a fine..."
"Aren't you even curious about his father? Terin Cratchet?"
Maelstorm lowered his eyes. "W...what about Terin?"
The gust of wind again. Maelstorm was getting pretty tired
of being blown from one place to the other, and was just about to
tell Leowon so when he realized that they were no longer in the
chambers of the Round Table, but were standing in a field.
It wasn't an ordinary field, Maelstorm could immediately
tell...the grass wasn't green, but a sickly brown, tinted with red.
The air reeked of decay and death. Leowon appeared at his side.
"There he is," he pointed.
Maelstorm's eyes grew wide. "That's not Terin, you must have
made a mistake."
"Oh, but it is Terin."
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Crouched in a feline stance, with skin the texture of thick
red leather was an almost inhuman being. He wore a bulky collar
around his neck. In one hand he bore a fierce, finely crafted blade
which was, amazingly enough, shouting obscenities. The Daemon
Prince's attention was held by an old, senile man who had the
misfortune of stumbling into the fields of Khorne. In one agile leap,
the Prince was upon the old man, mercilessly hacking at his brittle
frame. In a burst of primal, animalistic instinct, Terin began biting
on the old man, ripping chunks of flesh from bone.
Maelstorm turned away in disgust. "Oh no," he cried thickly.
"No...he didn't have to..."
"He felt that he had to," Leowon murmured. "He became a
social pariah once everyone found out that he'd been degrailed. No
one wanted to help him anymore. Soon, he found that he couldn't
afford to feed his family...Cheri Cratchet went to a milliner and
sold her hair, and Tiny Tremerus ran away from home. After a while,
Terin turned to a life of unspeakable crime...and he joined the cult
of Khorne."
"No..." Maelstorm shook his head in shock. "No..."
"Yes," Leowon pressed on. "Now, he preys on helpless men,
women and children...now, any chivalry that he had has been washed
away by the blood of countless innocent..."
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"Stop!" Maelstorm shouted, covering his ears with both hands.
"Please, no more! He didn't have to become such a monster! No one
made him become such a...a hateful monster!"
"You did!" Leowon exclaimed factfully. "His entire life has
been one downward spiral since you took his grail away from him.
Now, Cheri is dead and gone...when she sold her hair to pay for food,
she caught pneumonia and died. And although Tiny Tremerus has grown
up and become an esteemed Knight of the Round Table, he lives in the
fear that one day, he'll have to come face to face with his father...
and destroy him."
Maelstorm's composure completely dissolved as he began
sobbing, huge, body-wracking sobs. "I...I didn't know...I didn't
mean..." He went still. "I-I wasn't at the Round Table," he glanced
up at Leowon questioningly. Leowon's face was dark, and a sudden fear
struck Maelstorm's heart. "Where...where am I? What is -my- future?"
In another freezing flurry of snow, they stood in a moon-lit graveyard
behind the old church in the center of Larstown. Together they
slogged their way across the snow-covered grass, Maelstorm's feet numb
in his thin evening slippers. His teeth began chattering as he
wrapped his arms about himself, trying to stay warm.
He shook his head disbelievingly. "They...they were talking
about me, weren't they? Talking about replacing me..."
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They stopped before an open grave. The headstone was new,
it's finely chiseled letters gleaming in the starlight. Half of it
was hidden beneath a deep snow drift.
"Read it," Leowon commanded.
Sick, yet unable to look away, Maelstorm approached the
tombstone. It read:

___________
_=+ +=_
+ +
' DEMOTED '
/ \
( Christmas 1997 )
| |
| (Now everyone -else- |
| will rest in peace) |
| |
| ____ __ |
| _/ \-'_ael/' \ |
=+-\+ +--\
(_________________________'')
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Astrodeath tells you: fixed may98

Bending, he brushed away the snow drift, certain of what he
would find, but needing to see it anyhow. His eyes widened in terror
as he viewed the snow-covered words.

___________
_=+ +=_
+ +
' DEMOTED '
/ \
( Christmas 1997 )
| |
| (Now everyone -else- |
| will rest in peace) |
| |
| |
| Ebenezer Maelstorm |
=+-\+ +--\
(_________________________'')

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"No!" he shouted. "No, this...this can't be my future. This
can't be -their- future!" He turned to Leowon. "Please...can't you
change it? Can't you make it different? Terin...he and his family
doesn't deserve this...and I...okay, so maybe I -do- deserve this, but
I don't want to be..."

"I can't make it different," Leowon said solemnly. "This is
what you've done. This is what you've created." He pulled out the
small book again, opening it to the last page, running over it with a
finger. "And this is where I push you into the grave and bury you
alive," he said, one hand shooting out and knocking Maelstorm into
the freshly dug grave.
As he lie at the bottom of the moist pit, he could feel fresh
earth being tossed in. He climbed to his feet, slipping and vainly
grasping at the sides of the grave, coming away with handfuls of loose
dirt. "Let me make things different!" he pleaded. "I want to change
it! I want to change! Let me redeem myself!" To no avail, he called
for mercy...soon, the fresh earth was piled up to his neck, and he had
to tilt his head back to breath. Faced with certain death, he
breathed "Please, let me save the Cratchets. I want to fix things."
Then he fainted.
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"Please...let me fix things. Let me fix things..." He
struggled against the binding cloth until he was finally free.
Maelstorm looked around. He was in his bed. His big, warm,
comfortable cozy bed.
He patted himself just to make sure that he was actually
alive, then threw the curtains apart. Ah! The familiar illusion of
a grey, stormy vista greeted him. He leapt from the bed, and
mumbling a few magical words, he was in his office, in Camelot.
"I'm alive!" he shouted, running to the door and throwing it wide
open. "I'm alive!" he crowed, dashing through the hall. Directly
outside of the offices of the Round Table Knights, he bumped into
Bowen. He grabbed the Knight by the shoulders and gave him a pleasant
shake. "I'm alive," he told him.
Bowen regarded Maelstorm fearfully. "Yes, you are, sir."
One eyebrow raised. "Are you alright?"
"Am I alright? Am I alright? Do pigs fly? Wait, pigs
-don't- fly. Well, I guess the answer to your question would be
yes! Yes! Yes...hmm. Tell me, Bowen," he frowned in thought.
"Where does Terin live?"
"He lives on the outskirts of Pskov," Bowen frowned as well.
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"Why? Are you going to decloak him as well?" He couldn't help the
sarcasm that dripped from his voice.
Maelstorm shook his head vigorously. "Of course not! Why
isn't he here?"
"Are you serious?" Bowen muttered angrily. "Today is
Christmas..."
Ebenezer Maelstorm's eyes widened. "Today is...well, Merry
Christmas, Bowen!" he exclaimed. The Round Table Knight's jaw hit
the ground. "M-merry Christmas...is that what you said?"
At Maelstorm's nod, Bowen's eyes narrowed. "What kind of game is
this?" he asked.
"Not a game, dear boy, not a game! I'm alive, and it's going
to be a wonderful Christmas! Do me a favor...go fetch Terin, and his
entire family. Bring them to Camelot. Tell as many people as you can
to go to Arthur's office. It's important!"
Bowen was confused, but he nodded anyhow. "Yes, sir..."
And he broke into a run.
Maelstorm made his way to the RT chambers. Standing at the
posting board was Lys, cloaked in a sunny yellow cloak. Maelstorm
stopped still as she spun around, a pair of nunchaku in one hand.
"Oh no you don't," Maelstorm backed away. "I've learned my
lesson, so you just put that 'blunt object' down! I just stopped by
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to wish everyone a Merry Christmas!"
Lys frowned, then both eyebrows went up in a stupefied
amazement. "M-merry Christmas, did you say?"
"Of -course- Merry Christmas! It is Christmas, isn't it?"
"Well, yes, it's Christmas, but..."
Maelstorm snatched up a pen and a sheet of paper from a small
table near the posting board. In a few bold strokes, he'd penned a
neat letter and signed it "EM". "My dear Lady Lys of Christmas
Present...if you would so kindly deliver this to the chairman of the
GuildHead Association, I would so kindly appreciate it!"
"You're responding to a letter from the GA?" Lys asked
dumbly. "No, no...I'm losing my mind."
"No, you're not! You were completely right! I was a jerk
for what I did to Terin! Imagine, Tiny Tremerus having to kill his
own father..."
"Terin is dead?!?"
"Not if I can help it!"
Maelstorm fled the chamber, stumbling down the flight of
stairs and running into Arthur's chambers. It was partially full, and
more people were coming in by the minute.
Voices vied for recognition. "What's going on?"
"Maelstorm's called an assembly."
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"He's probably going to decloak us all," someone muttered.
The occupants of the room steadily grew in numbers, until
Maelstorm was forced to stand on Arthur's desk. The old knight was
off in a corner, asleep in a comfortable leather chair. "Terin!"
Maelstorm cried. "Terin Cratchet!"
The room fell quiet. An invisible force parted the crowd,
until a clear path from the doorway to the desk had been created.
Hesitantly, yet bravely came Terin Cratchet, Cheri at his side, and
Tremerus before him. Maelstorm gave the young boy a fond smile.
Then he glanced up at Terin.
"Terin..." The knights listened with anticipation. "Terin...
I..." Maelstorm cleared his throat.
"I'm sorry."
Terin's eyes widened, and Cheri gave a small sigh as she
fainted. Whistler, who was closest to her, caught her before she
hit the floor.
"I'm sorry for taking away what you rightfully deserve."
In a brilliant flash of emerald light, the GuildHead held in his
hands a mithril grail, which he offered to the suspicious knight.
"Is this some kind of joke?" Terin asked, holding the grail
gingerly in his hands, then clutching it to his chest.
"No joke!" Maelstorm assured him, grabbing him up into a big
bear hug. "I've been a rotten, despicable, unbearable, odious,
hard-hearted..."
The entire assembly was nodding at each description,
occasionally adding expletives of their own.
"I want to make it up to you, Terin. I want everyone to
know that Terin here is Chivalry and Honor defined. Here is a man
who holds no ill will toward anyone, even toward one who almost ruined
his life. He is a brave fighter, as well as the possessor of an
impeccable set of morals, and a fine, strong character."
At that point, he smiled down at Tremerus. "And this, his
son Tremerus...he is a fine, fine boy, who will follow in the
tradition of his father and mother. Today...I'd like to accept
Tremerus into Camelot as a page. He will learn the ways of the
Knights of old and make Camelot proud!"
Thunderous applause broke out, as well-wishers slapped a
stunned Terin on the back. Still ever leery of Maelstorm, Terin
frowned.
"Why are you doing this?" he asked.
Maelstorm bent down, gathered the young Tremerus into his
arms, and smiled. "Because...because you're alive! And I'm alive!
And the best thing of all is...it's Christmas! A time for change.
A time for blessings." He hugged Tremerus tightly, and the boy
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squirmed. "Isn't that right, Page?"
Tremerus nodded slightly, and piped "God bless the Knights,
every one!"
A thought occured to Maelstorm. He leaned toward the young
boy and whispered "Do you have a copy of the script, too?"
The entire room was a cacophony of fluttering pages as every
knight pulled a thin booklet from his or her pocket. "We all do!"
Maelstorm frowned in confusion, then shrugged. He lowered
Tremerus to the floor, then climbed back onto the table. "Christmas
dinner at the pub tonight, on me! Bring your families, bring your
goodwill...most of all, bring the Spirit of Christmas with you!"

In the pub, a roaring fire was burning, fueled with countless
copies of 'Maelstorm's Book of Mostly Pointless Knight Rules'.
It was a merry Christmas indeed.

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The Supreme Oracle of Cthulhu who Cthole Cthristmas

By: Mari Seuss

All the Nanny-Ites
Down in Nanny,
liked Christmas a bunch...

But Lovecraft, he'd rather eat Santa for lunch!
Lovecraft hated Christmas! Each toy and each tree!
Lovecraft hated you, and he most certainly hated me.

No one knew the reason that Lovecraft quite loathed,
All the carols and gifts and the love and the snow,
It could be his tights were entirely too tight,
Or he'd never been keen on those holiday lights,
Could be that Santa'd never read his wish-list...
Or maybe Lovecraft's heart just didn't exist!

But,
Whatever the reason,
the tights or the lights,
He stood there on Christmas Eve, hating the 'Ites.
He looked down on Nanny from there in his cave,
Imagining each Nanny-Ite deep in their grave.
For he knew that each 'Ite, in a home down below,
was busily kissing beneath mistletoe!

"They're hanging their stockings!" he moaned, and he bitched,
"And those damn Christmas carols are making me sick!"
Then he growled, his fingers drummed loud on his knee,
"The one to stop Christmas will have to be me!"
For tomorrow he knew...

...All the mortals and wizzes,
would wake from their sleep,
they'd jump from their beds. They'd dash for the tree!
And then! Oh, the songs! Oh, the songs! Songs! Songs! Songs!
They'd play on their lyres! They'd beat on their bongs!
The 'Ites, young and old, would sit down together,
and celebrate love! And the nice, wintry weather!

Then each Nanny-Ite, Cthulhu forbid,
Would eat rare delicacies,
like lobster, and squid!
They'd pass around pudding, and stuffing, and stew
They'd EAT! EAT! EAT! EAT! til their faces turned blue!

And THEN
They'd do something
Lovecraft really hated,
They'd drink saki 'til even the worse lush was sated!
They'd DRINK! DRINK! DRINK! DRINK! DRINK! themselves silly!
And be really merry. And be REALLY cheery.
They'd...

Lovecraft took a deep breath.
Pulled himself under control.
"Time to get this Christmas theft on a roll!"
But how would he do it? He paced and he pondered,
and just when he thought all his wonders had wandered...

He got an idea!

A terribly awful idea!
THE SUPREME ORACLE OF CTHULHU
GOT A WONDERFULLY WICKED IDEA!

It hit him! The perfect way he could get in,
to each Nanny-Ite's home...he'd dress up like St. Dwin!
He put on some red rubber, with moosehair for trim,
and a cap of red leather, a snap on the brim.

"How evil!" he crowed! "What a sin among sins!
And all I need now are eight tiny penguins!"
Where would he find them?
Lovecraft looked around.
But since Dwin had them all, there were none to be found.
Did that stop old Lovecraft? He grinned evilly.
"If I can't find a penguin, I'll use my pet flea!"
So he called for his flea (affectionately named Brom),
And he found a tiny horn, and he tied the horn on.

THEN
He loaded some sacks,
and some bags, all empty,

then he found an old sleigh,
and he harnessed his flea.

With a crack of his whip,
Lovecraft shouted, "On, Brom!",
And he cackled with glee,
As the sleigh inched along.

All of Lar's town was sleeping; it was quiet and dark.
He stood on the green, and he spotted his mark.
He saw a small house, "This is stop number one!"
He climbed up to the roof, "Now it's time to have fun!"

He squeezed down the chimney, a sack in his fist,
And delightfully thought, "Boy, they're going to be pissed!"
He climbed from the fireplace, soot on his back,
and he stuffed every stocking deep into his sack,
Next came the toys; all the gifts he could find!
He stole presents of every size, shape and kind.

Then he went to the kitchen, and spotted the food,
Once he took all their pudding, those 'Ites would be stewed!
.
He cleaned out the icebox, he chortled with glee,
as he stuffed all the stuff up the tiny chimney!

Next went the tree, to prove he wasn't bluffing,
This St. Dwin would give every Nanny-Ite...Nothing!
As he pushed on the tree, Lovecraft heard a slight sound,
his eyes widened in fright as he spun, spun around...

And there, with her dolly, just holding it tight,
Was a young, tiny child -- little Star Nanny-Ite!
"St. Dwin!" she cried softly, "You're taking our tree!
How could you do it, St. Dwin...tell me, please?"

But Lovecraft was smart, so he made up a lie,
"If I don't take this tree to my home, it will die!
I've some Christmas-tree medicine deep in my sack,
I'll just take the tree home, cure it...then bring it back!"

And poor Star, the dear, dumb child, fell for it.
Smiled, and went back to bed.
And Lovecraft stuffed all but a crumb in his sled.

.
Then he thought to himself, "Hey, I'm being too nice!"
So he took the crumb too, to deprive the poor mice.

Then
He did the same thing
To the rest of the 'Ites,
not leaving a crumb,
not one single bite.

Soon morning was breaking,
and Lovecraft went home,
with each last toy and present,
each scrap, and each bone.

"They'll be so sad!" he thought, "They'll be sad when they wake,
"And they'll cry and they'll sob and they'll tremble and shake!"
That's a sound that the evil old Oracle wanted to hear.
So he waited. Lovecraft put a hand to his ear.
And soon, he heard a sound rising up loudly,
As each Nanny-Ite began...

Singing! They were singing quite proudly!
.

Lovecraft was aghast! Even without their toys,
they were still making that
awfully,
terribly,
MERRY, HAPPY noise!

He hadn't stopped Christmas! Somehow it came!
Without gifts, without trees,
it had come, all the same!

And Lovecraft, with confusion bright in his eyes,
stood pondering and wondering, still shocked and surprised.
"How can they be happy? How can they be merry?
I took every turkey, took every cranberry!
But Christmas came anyway!"

...Finally, it hit him! He thought, still amazed,
"Maybe Christmas means more than a turkey, fresh glazed...
Maybe Christmas," he thought, "Doesn't come from a store...
Maybe, just maybe...they consider it more!"

.
And what happened then?
Well, in Nanny, they say...

...That those toys have never been found to this day!
According to rumor, and maybe it's true,
Lovecraft at all the food, til HIS face turned blue!

And they say there his sits, high above in his cave,
still imaginging each Nanny-Ite deep in their grave,
Lovecraft still hates Christmas. And you. And me.
He still hates each toy. He still hates each tree.

They say, and no doubt what they're saying is true,
That Lovecraft is planning...

...to steal next Christmas too!

>
> read page 16
You read page 16 in your newspaper.

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Knight Songs for the Holiday Season

Here are a few of your favorite carols to be shared with friends and
loved ones around a warm fire this Christmas.

(Sung to the tune of 'Jingle Bells')

Dashing o'er the plains
in a one-knight killing spree
Dragons blowing flames
and zombies after me
Vikings storm the coast
at alarming rates
If we don't hurry, we're all toast
'Cause Mordred's at the gates, oh

Hacking here, slashing there
fighting every day
hope my valour rises
with each demon that I slay
.
Hey!
Xhruel here, Mordred there
fighting all the way
what fun it is to parry and thrust
and keep the ghouls at bay!

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Someone Gave the Daemon Coins Again
(Sung to the tune of 'Winter Wonderland')

Ring-a-ling
The daemon's missin'
Didn't need
Guild Head permission
he's down at the pub
with drink and with grub
Someone gave the daemon coins again.

At the bar
he's a-boozin'
if we're attacked
.
then we're a-losin'
Can't store or withdraw
'til he's spent it all
Someone gave the daemon coins again.

I've been waiting over twenty minutes
To store all of my gear and hit the road
But the daemon is nowhere near finished
Looks as though he's hit the motherlode

Where's a Guild
Head when you need 'em?
beer, beer, beer...
ad infinitum
He'll never be done
He's had too much fun
Someone gave the daemon coins again!

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'Twas the night before X-mas
(Nanny Style)
.

'Twas the night before X-mas and all through the MUD,
not a mortal was stirring; not wizard, nor God,
The packs were all lying around on the green,
With jolly St. Dwinbar nowhere to be seen.

The knights were all drunk or asleep in their beds,
while visions of Damsels danced in their, er, heads,
And I'm the shareroom, just storing my gear,
and thinking that it's been one hell of a year...

When out from the plains came a noise that did scare me,
I instinctively reached for my Sword of Infinity,

Out through the gates I flew like a dart,
tripped over my cloak as I fell with a start;

Since I'd bumped my head when I fell in the snow,
My vision was blurry, I saw a strange glow,
What do I see then, as on the ground I lay?
But eight tiny penguins, pulling a sleigh!
.

With a blonde, blue-eyed driver, no beard on his chin,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Dwin,
More rapid than moor-storks, his penguins they came,
and he 'woo-ha'ed and wobbled and called them by name;

"Now, Flipper! Now, Moosey! Now, Oprah and Banshee!
On, Percy! On, Thumper, Pussgurka and Lucy!
Up to the battlements, up to the wall
now flap away! Flap away! Flap away all!"

As evil PKers -Defenders in sight-
shiver and cower, turn tail and take flight,
So up to the towers, the penguins they flapped,
With Dwin in the sleigh, and a sack on his lap.

And then, I heard voices, so loud and so clear
as Gwalchmai exclaimed "Get those birds out of here!"
As I climbed to my feet, and was going back in,
I heard a slight flap, down the stairs came St. Dwin.

He was dressed all in rubber, with moosehair for trim,
.
and his hat was red leather, a snap on the brim,
one hand at his waist, and his other wrist limp,
He looked like a condom-slash-moose-slash-gay pimp

He was lean and well-formed, I could see through the suit
And I thought to myself "Hey, this guy's kinda cute."
A wink of his eye, a conspicuous swell,
Made me reach for my sword, I was nervous as hell;

He said not one word, but instead dropped the sack,
and I flinched as I heard something inside it crack,
With a shrug and a grin, he vanished from sight,
but I heard a loud 'MooOOOooo' that shattered the night;

I ran out again; he was back in the sleigh,
And he and his penguins were flying away,
But I heard him exclaim, ere they flapped out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good Knight."

-thanks to Marbleleaf and Kaspel for helping with this one-

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We Wish you Happy MUDding
We Wish you Happy MUDding
We Wish you Happy MUDding
in the upcoming year

Good questing to you,
We hope that you wiz,
We wish you Happy MUDding
in the upcoming year!

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>
> read page 17
You read page 17 in your newspaper.

---------------------- The NannyMUD Times --------------------- page 17 --

The White Stallion:

A Christmas Knight's Story

by: Elysia

In his cluttered workroom, high above Nanny, he pushed a
button.
As the sun rose, trembling shadows were cast from the
spiralling towers across the snow-covered plains. Only one pair of
discerning eyes witnessed the beauty of the gleaming morning sun
upon the stark grey castle, and his eyes were disinterested in the
beauty; he merely made sure that the fiery orb rose in such a way
every day.
Somewhere off in the distance, a cock crowed a morning
greeting as a wolf cried one last time in sad goodbye to the night
and the moon.
And then, silence. A deep, waiting, tangible quiet. That
quiet spread over the plains and through the very center of the
massive stone fortress. It enveloped the surrounding woods; every
.
pine needle on every tree lie still as if in anticipation.
In a secluded place in the T'aalan forest, the air began
shimmering and wavering, creating an unstable rift gate. One
silver hoof stepped through, then a snowy, pristine foreleg. Two
moments later, a translucent being shook its silvery mane with
graceful abandon. It reared in expressive joy, stretching its
wings at each side. The rift gate collapsed and faded away...and
in a blink, the creature disappeared.
It reappeared just outside of the large church, in the
center of Larstown, much to the surprise and delight of the fifteen
plus on-lookers. The season of the white stallion was upon them.

"Kneel," Lillstrumpa was saying. The tremulous girl knelt
before him, lowering her head. Slowly, he pulled his blade from
the scabard, and gently placed it on her left shoulder. He began
incanting the ancient vow of the Knights, as he lifted the sword
over her head, and tapped ther shoulder lightly. As his sword
touched her silvery crop of hair, he smiled.
"Rise...and join the ranks of the Knights!" he exclaimed.
The assembled gave a loud "Hurrah!" He offered his hand and pulled
her to her feet, hugging her warmly. Raising a hand to silence the
.
room, he extended his arms toward the ceiling and mumbled a few
words. In a flash of emerald light, a small medallion appeared,
which he placed over her head ceremoniously. As she reached down
to inspect it, it flickered and disappeared. "From this moment
on," he proclaimed, "You shall be known as Lady Xeren!"
Once again, the Knights gave a rousing, heart-felt cheer.
"Welcome!" they cried. "Hurrah, Lady Xeren!"
Xeren brushed a hand across her cheek, wiping away a tear.
"T-thank you," she stammered, emotionally shaken. "I'm...I'm
honored to be here," she smiled, curtseying before Lillstrumpa.
"It's good to have you here," Erani stepped forward and gave
the girl a warm hug. "You are my sister," she decreed. "May our
paths always cross, as we slay evil together."
A reverent quiet filled the room as one by one, each
murmuring words of welcome and brotherhood, the gathered knights
clasped hands with and hugged the newest member of the Chivalry.
Seated at a large oaken desk was Arthur, his keen eyes
glistening with beaded tears. Xeren broke from the cluster of
Knights, and gave a curtsey before him. "Welcome, daughter," he
smiled. "Thank you...father," she gave a bright smile as well.
Arthur cleared his throat, blinking back the tears. "Well,"
he said gruffly, "Time to get back to work!" he reached into the
.
desk, pulling out a fresh sheet of papyrus. He dipped his quillpen
into a small inkpot, and in a neat, flowing script, he inscribed
across the top of the sheet "Xeren". Lillstrumpa took his place at
her side, speaking to her in low tones, telling her of the many
different responsibilities and benifits of being a Knightess.
The assembled began wandering off in groups, chatting
pleasantly among themselves. Another day had begun in Camelot.

Mounted on a roan mare, the pearly amber-cloaked knightess
gave a slight tug on the reins. The mare began galloping as they
neared the end of the forest trail and entered a wide clearing.
Before them, resting on a boundless plain, was Camelot. The stones
gleamed in the sunlight, and every ray illuminated the brightly
colored banners that streamed from the outer walls. Standing upon
each crenelated tower, the knightess could see the flash of a
colored cloak, as the guards paced and kept watch. In tiny voices,
she heard them call her name.
"Ho there!" they cried in greeting. "'Tis Ely!"
"Ho there!" she cried in return, her lilting voice barely
reaching the battlements. She raised a fist, holding Melody in
check with her free hand. A mischievious idea blooming in her
.
mind, she stood in her stirrups, and gave a tug on the leather
harness reins.
"Circle, Melody," she murmured, tapping her flank lightly
with one golden spur. Melody recognized the familiar command, and
began prancing prettily in a circle once they were outside of the
gates. She whinnied, and soon inquisitive knights began
investigating.
"What's going on?"
"Ely...showing off again," came a stage whisper.
Elysia gave an impish grin as she sat back down.
"Centerstage, Melody," she murmured. The mare reared into the air
and gave a slight half turn before she fell to the earth again.
When her hooves touched ground, Elysia had already gotten to her
knees, balancing precariously on the saddle.
More knights began dashing from the shadowed main hall,
halting and regarding Elysia with curiosity and fear.
"She'll slip on a patch of ice and kill herself," someone
murmured.
"Nah, she's can't die," came a reply. "I hear Merlin cast
some sort of spell on her or something."
"No...you're kidding!" There was a gasp.
"No, all RTs are immortal...didn't you know that?"
.
Elysia had gotten to her feet in the saddle, and holding the
reins in one hand, struck a pose as her mount continued cantering
in a circle.
Erani wandered outside, pushing her way gently through the
crowd. "What the...?" As she burst into a clearing, she blinked at
the sight before her. The amber-clad knightess was standing with
one foot in the saddle, her other leg extended behind her
gracefully. "Ho, Melody!" she cried, and the mare sped up,
beginning to gallop as Elysia clutched the reins and fell into the
saddle. "Slowly Melody," she commanded, and the mare came to a
slow stop.
Erani rolled her eyes to the sky. "Ely, you foolish
girl..." she grinned. "Who are you trying to impress now?"
Elysia bounced out of the saddle, landing on the ground at
Melody's side. A page ran up and took the reins, giving her a warm
smile. "Thanks," she patted her beloved mount once more, then
strode toward Erani. Together, they headed in the direction of the
gates, the identical grails at their sides flashing in brief
recognition.
"The state of things?" Elysia inquired. Erani cast a glance
in her direction. "There was a skirmish at the southern border
about an hour ago," she replied. "You missed it. It was
.
fantastic."
"At the southern border?" Elysia frowned. "Mordred usually
opens a portal somewhere in the northeast or western plains.
Merlin was saying that the fields there are weak..."
"It wasn't Mordred," Erani chuckled.
"Demons?" Elysia pondered curiously. "Their dimension finds
a portal easiest to open somewhere in the upper-northwestern plains
area..."
"Vikings," Erani interrupted solemnly.
Elysia's eyes widened. "Vikings?!"
"Now, not only do we have to contend with demons, zombies,
orcs, dragons and rocs..." she counted them off on her fingers,
"We've somehow made an enemy of the Vikings south of here."
The blonde-haired knightess smirked as they wandered up the
spiral staircase to the second floor. "Our guildheads sure do know
how to make friends...they've been so peaceful until now. I wonder
what prompted them to attack?"
"I think Maelstorm was getting bored. I hear he poofed into
the chambers of the clan chief and slapped him hard across the
face. Then, he challenged him, saying 'My warriors can beat yours
anyday' or something like that."
Elysia stared at Erani amazedly. "You can't be serious."
.
"That's what I've heard," Erani stopped outside of the
chambers, glancing up. The mithril grail above the doorway flashed
teal and amber, and together they walked into the office of the
Round Table Knights.
Regarding the cluttered posting board with horror, Elysia
gasped. "I've not been here for two days...and already, there's
forty new notes? What do you people do all day?"
Erani laughed. "You should go to the public board in
Larstown."
Elysia shook her head. "No thank you. I can imagine what I
would find there. Sheesh."
There came a sudden "Yah!" from behind them. Hand on her
blade, Elysia turned quickly. Erani spun around and dived over the
nearest chair, rolling into a kneeling position. Then she blinked.
"Eddy," she moaned loudly.
"In the flesh," he grinned evilly. "Got to keep you lazy
knightesses on your toes."
"Lazy!" Elysia exclaimed. "I am not lazy," she said
plainly. "If I were lazy," Erani stood, brushing the dust from her
pants, "I would not look like this." She gestured toward her trim
figure.
Elysia glanced down at her somewhat fuller shape.
.
"Allright...I guess that I -am- lazy," she acceeded, chuckling
good-naturedly.
"I wouldn't have you any other way," came a voice from
behind, placing a kiss on her neck. She spun around. "Bowen!" she
exclaimed, throwing her arms around his neck. "My goodness, when
did you get here...?"
Marbleleaf entered the room, and cast a caustic glance at
the hugging couple. "Stealing my wife from beneath my nose, eh?"
he raised a brow. Elysia gasped, and stepped back. "Marble..."
she coughed, "It's not how it looks..."
Bowen gave an impish grin, and wrapped his arm around her
waist. He made a smooching gesture in her direction. "Eek!" she
gasped, swatting at him. "Trying to ruin my marriage?" she bopped
him on the head humorously. Alexander bounded in. "Am I late?"
Elysia frowned. "Am I missing something?" she wondered
curiously.
Mistress twirled through the door. "Hello!" she exclaimed
brightly, her arms full of little foil-wrapped packages. "Merry
Christmas!" she cried, dropping the boxes into the nearest chair.
She ruffled through them, and pulled out a gift covered with
crinkly black paper. "This..." she held it out toward Marbleleaf,
"Is for you."
.
"Thanks," he nodded solemnly. He began unwrapping it.
Inside, lying on a black silk cushion was a long, linked chain of
silver. In the center was an amazingly accurate fascimile of a
dragon with wings in flight, his claws grasping a faintly glowing
crystal. "Thank you," he reiterated, placing it around his neck
with a slight smile.
Elysia stood on her toes, peering over Marbleleaf's
shoulder. Mistress grasped a blue-speckled package. "This is
yours," she tossed the box to Eddy, who caught it with one hand.
"I'll open it later," he grinned at her. She shrugged.
She presented a muted grey package to Bowen. "For you." He
slowly and carefully removed the wrapping paper, making sure not to
tear it. He folded the small piece of paper into a tiny square,
and proceeded to open the box flaps. "Oh, open it already, or I'll
do it for you!" Elysia exclaimed impatiently.
"This," she found a red-and-orange striped package in the
pile, "Is for you, April." April dug into the wrapping with
fervor. Within the box was a tiny figurine of a unicorn, it's
delicate porcelain horn a translucent gold. Elysia went "Ooh."
April smiled widely.

"This is the last one," she breathed. "I've never been able
to find it..." she carefully placed it back into the box, covering
.
it with the padding. She gave Mistress a tight hug. "My
collection is complete," she breathed. "I love you."
Mistress grinned cutely. "Everyone does," she chuckled.
Stretching toward the ceiling, a mischievious look appeared in her
eyes. "Well," she said, "Looks like I'd better see about giving
out the rest of these..." she waved, and began gathering the gifts
into her arms again. Elysia made a small noise. Pretending not to
hear her, the attractive blonde continued collecting the gifts.
Elysia coughed. Then cleared her throat. Finally, she
burst out "What about me?" The room erupted into giggles, and she
began blushing deeply.
Mistress dumped the gifts once more onto the leather lounge
chair, and reached beneath her cloak. When her hand entered the
light again, she was holding a long, triangular-shaped packet
covered in a light amber wrap with little golden stars dotted over
it. She handed it to Elysia slowly. "Hope you like," she smiled
warmly at her.
She accepted the package with reverence. "You didn't..."
she began, glancing up at Mistress. Mistress nodded happily.
"Oh!" she cried, tearing the paper from the small package and
throwing it about the room enthusiastically. "Oh..."
Pulling the ivory handle from an intricately worked leather
.
sheath, across which was burned in beautiful calligraphy 'Elysia',
she gave a gasp. The blade was curved and rippled. "Folded over
five-hundred times," Mistress grinned.
"It's a Zylmin!" she breathed, turning it over in her hands.
"It's a duplicate of 'Ferrin's dagger'," she rhapsodized. "When
Ferrin crossed the Olin River, this dagger was clenched between his
teeth...it was the dagger with which he killed the King of the
Mandilones, in effect liberating all of Olindale." Elysia choked
back a small sob. She turned to Mistress, and walked slowly to
her, giving her a heart-felt hug. "You're...you're awesome. This
means so much to me, Mistress...I..."
"That's quite okay," the older knightess told her,
remembering the day that she'd welcomed Elysia into Camelot, a
young girl full of zeal and chivalry. The day that she became a
member of the Round Table, Mistress had stood before Arthur in his
chambers. "She certainly is enthusiastic," Mistress murmured,
kneeling before him. He placed a fatherly hand on her shoulder.
"A knightess to follow in your footsteps, daughter," he'd breathed.
And now, seeing the warm expression on her face as she held
the dagger in her hands, Mistress was filled with affection for the
girl. She cleared her throat, pushing down the lump that had
sprung up. "Well," she asserted, gathering the gifts up once
.
again. "I'm playing Saint Nicholas this year," she winked merrily,
giving a wave. With that, she was gone.
Elysia lovingly sheathed the dagger, then kneeled. She
lifted a pants-leg, binding it to her calf with the harness-like
straps attached to it. When she stood, the thin khaki material
fell, covering it without a conspicuous bulge. "It feels perfect."
"Well," April held the package gingerly. "I'd better get
this home and into my menagerie before I break it!" Bowen offered
to walk with her. Eddy and Alexander ambled off, leaving Elysia
and Marbleleaf in the chambers; Elysia turning her leg this way and
that, and Marbleleaf admiring the view. "Love," he began, then
jumped slightly at the pounding on the outer door. Elysia frowned
as Marbleleaf walked to the door and opened it.
Standing in the outer hall was a young garbage girl, her
curly hair wild around her face as if she'd been running. "Elysia!,"
the girl gasped, "Mi'lady Lys wants a word with you!"

* * * * * * * *

Tiamo stood with her back to the wind as the sleek ship
pulled into port. "South Coast!" the captain shouted, and she
disembarked, her feet crunching through the crust-covered snow on
.
the docks. Her appaloosa was being led down a ramp, and a grizzled
crew member handed her the reins, his voice gravelly as he wished
her a pleasant day. She patted Queen Dora affectionately on one
flank, then mounted and began cantering southwards towards Camelot.
She smiled at the passers-by, and just as she was thinking how much
she adored this time of year, a large snowdrift that had gathered
on an overhead tree fell in a heap atop her curly head. Dora came
to a stop as she sputtered, wiping the snow from her eyes.
When she opened them, the road before her was completely
empty...except for the singular most splendid creature she'd ever
seen. With a coat that shone brighter than any star, and delicate
silver hooves, Cthanos reared before Queen Dora, his wings
outstretched toward the sky. The spotted mount folded one foreleg
against the ground and genuflected, catching Tiamo off-guard and
toppling her to the road. She rolled to her feet and stood, a few
inches from the snowy muzzle of the beautiful pegasus. He snorted,
and his warm breath ruffled her hair.
"Cthanos," she whispered, her fingers itching to tangle in
his silken mane. *The count of three* she thought *and I'll grab
him*
Which seemed like the smart thing to do. Tiamo was a quick
and superbly dexterous knightess. The one thing she didn't count
.
on, however, was hearing a thickly accented "Yes, Lady Tiamo of
Camelot?"
She blinked and frowned, eyebrows raising in stark surprise.
"You can talk," she whispered disbelievingly.
The winged creature before her winked, then disappeared.
The Knightess chuckled. "I've bumped my head, is all," she
muttered, then spun around, only to see Cthanos standing beside
Queen Dora. He brushed his snowy muzzle against her cinammon one,
and when he removed it, there remained a translucent white patch,
which shimmered through the spectrum. Tiamo stood with eyes wide
as the white stallion took to the sky, his wings beating
powerfully. Then he vanished.
Tiamo turned to Dora, who knickered familiarly. Reaching
out one slender hand, she ran her fingers over the almost pearly
patch, then cupped her hand as she felt something materialize in
her grasp.
With slight trepidation, she loosened her grip. Lying
there, in her palm, was a perfectly formed pearl. With a gasp, she
reached out again to stroke the shimmering patch on her mare's
muzzle. This time, an emerald appeared in her hand.
"My god," she breathed. "Wait until they hear about this."

.
* * * * * * * *

"The white stallion," Lys murmured, rising from her seat.
She crossed her arms behind her back and began pacing. "Cthanos."
Stopping, she turned her head slightly, glancing through the wide-
open window. "Cthanos..." she murmured, closing her eyes. It was
in such a state of contemplation that Elysia found the older
Knightess. Hesitantly, she cleared her throat. "You wanted me?"
Lys took a seat as Elysia threw herself into the nearest
lounge chair, crossing her legs beneath her.
"Ely...it's happened."
Elysia frowned for a moment. "What's happened?"
"Cthanos." That one word was enough to make Elysia sit up,
nearly falling out of the chair in the process.
"The white stallion!" she burst out. "When? Where? For
the love of Mats, I need to get ready!" She leaped from her seat,
heading for the door.
"Elysia," Lys' voice was placid defined. "Have you ever
actually heard of someone catching Cthanos?"
In mid-stride, Elysia turned around and tilted her head
curiously at her friend. "Well...I've heard that only a very few
have...the last person to catch him was some woman, about a decade
.
or so ago. Of course, that's never stopped people from chasing
him. Besides, half the fun is in trying." The younger knightess
took a few tentative steps toward Lys, placing her hands on her
hips. "Alright, what's wrong?"
Lys shrugged. "I just don't see the point in chasing some
mythical creature," she said too nonchalantly, averting her eyes.
"It doesn't make sense. That's why I called for you."
Elysia's eyes narrowed. "Just why *did* you call for me,
Lys?"
She was silent for a moment, then plunged ahead.
"I don't want you to join the hunt." She said simply.
The petite, blonde-haired knightess before Lys was an almost
comic vision. Her eyes were wide, and her jaw hung open in
disbelief. "Whyever not?!" she gasped. "I've been waiting for
this chance forever, Lys! Cthanos," she rhapsodized. "The bearer
of wishes and good fortune. Whomever captures him gets a wish.
Whatever their heart may desire."
Lys sighed, her eyes filled with some deep sorrow. "Please,
Ely...I only tell you this because...you're my friend. You remind
me so much of myself..." She stopped as Elysia gave her a tight hug
and an impish grin.
"Don't worry about me, love! I can handle myself, really...
.
and now, I have to go. I think I hear the hunt preparing."
At that very moment, a horn blasted from somewhere outside.
"My cue!" And with a jaunty wave, Elysia was off.
Just as the younger knightess's name was on Lys' lips, a
searing pain ripped through her head. *Don't*
"I didn't plan on it," she snapped to an empty room. Lys
closed her eyes again, a single tear escaping. "Not another. No
more, no more." She clutched both hands to her head as the
paralyzing pain brought her to her knees.
*You're not in a position to do much about it*
"We'll see. You want her, you'll have to go through me."
But his presence was gone, leaving Lys drained, her head
throbbing dully. She climbed to her feet, shaken.
And cursed the day she'd ever heard about the white stallion.

* * * * * * * *

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Spinach Dip

1 c. sour cream
1 c. mayo
1 pkg. Knorr Vegetable soup mix
3 to 5 green onions chopped (to taste)
1/2 c. water chestnuts (chopped fine or chunky)
(add more to taste if you wish)
1 pkg. chopped frozen spinach (thawed and squeezed dry)

Mix all ingreadients. Refrigerate for at least 2 hours to allow flavors
to mix well and soup mix vegetables to reconstitute. Serve with your
favorite crackers or snack toast. If Knorr is not available in your
area try a comparable brand of dried soup mix or experiment with small
amounts of vegetables and seasonings to replace mix and add flavor.
I would suggest trying combinations of seasoning salt, celery salt, dried
parsley, cilantro, dried celery flakes, or onion flakes or powder as
seasoning.

Combinations of rosted red sweet peppers, sun-dried tomatoes, and or
.
finely chopped sweet onion as vegetables should work too. Try what
appeals to you according to your taste and what you have on hand, but
keep to small amounts untill you are sure of what will work for you.
(You can use light sour cream and mayo but it does alter the taste ofc.)

Heavenly Hash

Ok, this is one of those recipes that you just throw together as
you like it. Everyone I know makes this dessert in one form or another
but no one uses a proper recipe. You'll just have to experiment and
adjust ingredients until you get it the way you want it.

1 lg. or 2 sm. tubs whipped topping
1 can crushed pineapple (well drained)
1/2 cup chopped walnuts (more or less as desired)
1 sm. jar marischino cherries (drained and cut in half)
(use more or less if you like)
1 c. miniature marshmallows (adjust to taste, more and the salad)
(will be drier, less and it)
(will be moister)
1/2 c. flaked coconut (optional)
.

Fold together and chill before serving. Save some of the cherries
to decorate the top if desired.

> [Explorers] Yberiel's exploration of NannyMUD continues.
[Treasure] Alvis: Yberiel the Wanter of Shiny Things arrives to search for
treasure in NannyMUD.

> read page 19
You read page 19 in your newspaper.

---------------------- The NannyMUD Times --------------------- page 19 --

If you could receive anything from the admin this
Christmas, what would you get?

Belly replies to you: just takes about 130 herbs for the first kill.
Backstab replies to you: this fucking sword for an autoloader!
Belly replies to you: ack... sorry, wrong reply...
Myrkul replies to you: approximately 943 qp
Cocain tells you: a rocking weap :)
Belly replies to you: hmm... i dunno... about 1M xp?
Winnowill replies to you: My sanity back???
Sticker replies to you: like 200 qp ;)
Morq replies to you: hmmm, a promotion for my wiz or 200qp for this char
Simba replies to you: anything?..... socks for my ears. they get so cold at
dinner
Nina tells you: a dog (you wanna give me one?)
Rowdy replies to you: Another year of Nanny :)
Myrkul replies to you: and a wiz who checked for an attack before spamming
knights ;)
Pearl tells you: err... umm... full bites? :)
Rcrunner tells you: are yout talking to me
.
(Hunter) Salin tells you: shrug, no clue. mebbe a few quest points.
Brujah replies to you: A nice holiday title. I miss the old title things, and
perhaps they should just slip the rules, just that ONE night....not
like it'd hurt too much law and order.
Agbane replies to you: a siteban
Sax replies to you: a real life?
Belegur tells you: Just the usual, Good Will and Peace on Earth. Is that too
much to ask?
Sticker replies to you: or returning on tower of games
Cruel tells you: The biggest, meanest weapon one could think of.
Cruel tells you: And qp, ofc.
Simba replies to you: and maybe he answer to this puzzle im working on
Khadgar replies to you: an invitation to visit them at liu, for a cup tea and a
card game.
Simba replies to you: :P
Bombadill tells you: I don't know. How about you
Pearl tells you: or do you mean an item?
Rowdy replies to you: It's a pain in the rear to be an admin- no need to add
to it by being selfish ,)
Deveral tells you: Praise the almighty Lars, for he is our savior!
Backstab shouts: 90 or so til bonus
Morq replies to you: but anything would be good :)
.
Life tells you: for Belly to make his next Paragon Level, For khadgar to
remain the largest kitten and for everyone to have a merry christman.
Merry Christman Shin
Melee replies to you: My own herbgarden
Korr tells you: <after thought> Better booklets in the tourist bureau. Some
of them tell you nothing about the area and how to find it is often so
vague you can't
(Hunter) Huntingjoe tells you: a patch that would make win98 usable
(Hunter) Annie tells you: More Guilds. :)
Santa tells you: Make Dwinbar give me my clothes back! It's cold, and
Donner and Blitzen are getting friendly!

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Here are 20 questions for you to puzzle over. But beware, for
at least half of them have a rather nasty little sting in the
tail, and we're not telling you which ones they are.

(1) What is the name of the airport in La Paz?

(2) Which Shakespeare character speaks the most lines?

(3) What were Albert Einstein's last words?

(4) Who was the first man to win consecutive Best Actor Oscars?

(5) And the first woman to win consecutive Best Actress Oscars?

(6) Who, in 1654, published the first account of rocket travel to the moon?

(7) In what country was world champion racing driver Keke Rosberg born?

(8) How did the following people die?
(a) the first Marlboro man
(b) Matthew Webb, first man to swim the English channel
.
(c) David Livingstone, explorer of Africa

(9) Which Swedish novelist and playwright was born in the village of
Hjöggbolein 1934?

(10) Where were the first Olympics of the 20th century held?

(11) Approximately what percentage of people have an above average number of
legs?

(12) Whose last words were the following?
(a) "It's not f***ing Hamlet".
(b) "I love my country more than my soul".
(c) "I shall hear in Heaven".
(d) "What an artist the world is losing in me".

(13) Who was the youngest US president?

(14) Whose autobiographies were?
(a) "Take It Like A Man"
(b) "Against the Grain"

.
(15) What was the national anthem of Biafra?

(16) What names are the following famous people better known as?
(a) Frederick Bulsara
(b) Saloth Sar
(c) Leslie King
(d) John Cheese
(e) Lev Davidovich Bronstein

(17) What's the most common first name in the world?

(18) How many leap years were there in the 18th Century?

(19) How long did the following wars last?
(a) The Six Day War
(b) The Seven Years War
(c) The Hundred Years War

(20) How, in the 19th century, did Sweden's Franz Berwald achieve fame?

Submit answers to Lonewolf; the person with the most correct will receive
.
an award of 20,000 coins.

> read page 21
You read page 21 in your newspaper.

---------------------- The NannyMUD Times --------------------- page 21 --

What do you get if you combine the powers of NannyMUD's
most talented bug creator, the wizard Czygorwan, and the most
twisted mind of all bug-abusing mortals, the knightess Oriole?
Total chaos and disorder, a demoted wizard and a banished mortal?
No, in fact all we could squeeze out of it was an article for the
NannyMUD Times.

In the small town of Ceer on the island of Casada, Bud Beanstalk
has his small business: Bud's Fast Delivery. Here you can send
an item from your inventory to another mortal currently in the
mud. The cost of this service depends on the weight of the
package, and if the delivery fails you get your package and money
back. Of course it takes a while for the delivery to be made, so
you might have to wait for the package to arrive at its destination.

This sounds quite nice, and not so very buggy. Now it works as it
should, but in the beginning Bud had some small problems with
knowing what packages he really was supposed to send. Among
other things he had problems realising that he should not send
invisible items, he should not send non-droppable items, neither
auto-loading things. His failure to properly check the package
.
could be (ab)used by a player. Here we shall note a few of the
more or less interesting and useful ways to use the delivery service.

Does your newbie char need xp quickly? Make your friend send her
rank 25 khorne collar to your newbie, and you get some interesting
instant powers. When you are done, send it back.

Can members of your guild not solve a certain quest? Send your guild
object to a friend, solve the quest, and have your friend to send you
back to your guild with your old powers.

Do you have problems accessing guild rooms where your pk enemy
is hiding? Have a guildless pker, make a friend send his knight cloak
to you, and surprise the Defender that is getting eq in the shareroom.

Do you want to make a monk's life hard? Send them your small
cross, and they become members of the Mats Followers. Pity for
the monks is that Lars does not see lightly upon this club.

Do you want to solve a quest with your khorne, but you can't since
.
your Chaos platemail prevents you from wearing the quest armour?
No problems, send it to a friend, solve the quest, and get it back,

Do you think it's unfair that your Simyarin can only carry half of
what other players can? No problem, share your guild drawback
with the other guilds. Send your invisible burden to someone you
don't like. And if you and your Simyarin friend send your weights
to the same player, he or she can't carry anything at all. How nice.

Do you and all your friends want a meepmobile? Are you not
prepared to pay the price? No worries. Ask your friend that just
died with her khorne to jump a few times when she suicides down
to level 1, each time sending the meepmobile to one of you.

Do you enjoy people making fools out of themselves without
knowing it themselves. Go to a some place where and evil creature
sucks your soul out. Then go and send your new soul to someone.

Have you worn or wielded a cursed item, and you can't quit?
Have you worn or wielded a cursed item, and you must quit?
No problem, send it to someone you think deserves it.
A hellblade with 1000 kills is probably fun to get.
.
A rusty dagger that takes 10 hp every other second is probably
not fun to get.

Do you want all of your non-druid friends to be able to wear
barkskin too? You guessed right, you can send it to them.

Did you get cursed when you entered an ancient grave? No problem,
send the curse to the nearest victim.

Did a Simyarin cast a nasty spell on you, like leg power? Just send
it to your worst enemy. Of course this can be used effectively
when you and your Simyarin friend cast spells all over the mud from
Bud's shop. Putting wards on someone in a duel can be very useful.

Your tome can be filled with many nice spells. Some of them are
good for a while, but hurt you later on. Try casting a few
unnatural stamina on yourself, then sending away the spell effects to
someone and see them lose 100 hp per package they received.

Go get Black plague or Malaria or something. Send the nasty diseases
to someone that's idling and watch them die. Especially mean if they
stand in the village church or some other "safe" place.
.

Go attack some of the evil mages that are all over the mud. Make sure
they cast some really mean spell on you, that gives you damage all the
time. Then send the spell to someone you don't like, and have fun
at them while they try to understand where the godly torment that killed
them came from.

Eating cookies can be very rewarding for a while, but the disadvantage
of taking drugs can be somewhat too obvious to you afterwards. Why
not eat a bunch of cookies and go kill all those baddies you always
wanted to slay. Afterwards, send the effect to the player of your choice
and see her take 50 hp of damage every other second. Try the same with
Qqqq's trolldrugs, and let someone else freeze in withdrawal periodically.

The NannyMUD Times offers a prize of 20,000 coins to the player with the
best (ab)use of this feature that was not described here. Mail the ideas
to Lonewolf, unless you feel daring enough to experiment and send a log.

---------------------- The NannyMUD Times --------------------- page 22 --

Puzzles; you know 'em, you hate 'em, you find 'em a quick way to get rich.

1
2 3 4
5 6 7
8

Arrange the above numbers in the same general format so that no two
consecutive numbers are next to one another, vertically, diagonally,
or horizontally.
Prize: 1000 coins.

Dear Dad,

S E N D
+ M O R E
----------
M O N E Y
.

Love, Jr.

Each letter of the message represents a digit - zero through nine.
Some of the letters are used more than once. How much, in dollars
and cents, does Junior need?
Prize: 1000 coins, plus whatever Junior needs.

1 2 3
1 2 3
1 2 3

Arrange the above numbers in the same general format so it becomes
a magic square (i.e. so every direction, horizontal vertical diagonal,
adds up to six).
Prize: 1000 coins.

A clockface with all of the numbers shown in Roman numerals was
shattered by a vandal into four pieces. Coincidentally, the Roman
numerals on each piece independently added up to twenty. How was
.
the clockface broken?
Prize: 2000 coins.

8 f 4 n 1 s 6 t 2 _
What goes in the blank, and why?

Prize: 5000 coins.

The following is that always-loved roomhunt. The winner is the person
who submits the shortest path to the room described.

You are in a hidden cavern behind a subterranean waterfall. Though the
waterfall is tremendously large and only a few feet away, there are some
strange acoustics here that keep its roar down to but a soft whisper. Growing
on the walls of the cavern in the moist air are several species of unusual
fungi which emit a pale, greenish light.
There is one obvious exit: south.

.
Prize: 5000 coins.

>
> read page 23
You read page 23 in your newspaper.

---------------------- The NannyMUD Times --------------------- page 23 --

There's a rumor going around that mudders aren't the best wordsmiths around,
that none of us can write for beans. Why, the word "semi-literate" has been
used about us! If we're virtually illiterate, how come we have our own
monthly -- well, bi-monthly -- well, our own newspaper? Answer me that.

To quell the public's fears that online communication is not an aid to
writing skills but rather encourages sloppiness in one's diction, spelling,
grammar, punctuation, and so forth, we here at the _Times_ have put together
a small compilation of poetry sent to us by anonymous members of various
guilds. Never again will you want for noble sentiments to steel your spirit
in your darkest hours! Always will you be ready to deliver a stirring line
to rally your comrades-in-arms! Read on! For here is food for the soul.

First we have a selection from the Adventurers' Guild, a bit of blank verse:

--
shout WHERE I AM IM IN THE PLACE WITH THE GRASS
say do u have any $ i can have
tell harry why do i look like what
say do u have any $ i can have
say do u have any $ i can have
.
say do u have any $ i can have

...

b gargleblaster
drink gargleblaster
shout DOES ANY BODY WANT TO BUY A GARGLEBLASTER
--

Well, that was a poignant reminder of the demands the flesh makes of us
all, and a reminder that even the very young among us possess unseen depths
of wisdom.

Let's move on to the knights:

--
Once I had a falcon
My falcon came to me
When I was killed by an orc
My falcon flew up a tree.

Once I had a pikestaff
.
I swung it all around
And when I killed a lot of trolls
They fell down on the ground.

I am glad to be a knight
We are honorable all the way
When Merlin says "Move your butt!"
We come to save the day.
--

Can't you just see the pennants snapping in the breeze and smell the
freshly cut turf on the tilting ground? It brings a tear to my eye to
think of those brave knights upholding the proud standards of Camelot.

Let's turn to the mighty, mysterious Simyarin for an insight into the
effects of magic on the human soul:

--

wait! listen! what goes there? a goblin!
quick, quick! a staff! my kingdom for a staff:
my mind is exhausted but I persevere
.

now!
burn beneath my gaze, foul creature!
feel the blows
that are mightier than those
of the sword!

ah! ah! my spell fizzles and dies!
my staff flees before me

discretion is the better part of valor
and the flux is fickle

--

Well, I have the chills! That was a rare insight into the mind of that
most secretive of guilds, I think you'll agree, but I'm not sure that I
could handle such suspense every day!

For a different take on the mud experience, let's turn to the blood and
guts side of things: the Khornes!

.
--
BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD
BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD
KILL KILL KILL
NOT KILLING FAST ENOUGH?
KHORNE NOT HAPPY?
OH, NO! KHORNE NOT HAPPY! KHORNE NOT HAPPY!
BE HAPPY, KHORNE! HAPPY HAPPY KHORNE!
I WILL KILL MORE! I WILL KILL NOW! HAVE SOME SKULLS! MMM GOOD!

WHAT DO YOU MEAN "NOT WORTHY"
TAKE THE STUPID CORPSE

--

Ah! Proof that the true worship of a god is never-ending and tiring
labor. The next time you see the friendly, smiling scaly face of a
Khorne, give him or her it a nice little pinch on the cheek and tell
them that you believe in them.

Speaking of the flesh, let's turn, shall we, to the Chefs:

.
--
Fish heads, fish heads,
Roly-poly fish heads,
Fish heads, fish heads,
Eat 'em up, yum!

Rat legs, rat legs,
Fuzzy-wuzzy rat legs,
Rat legs, rat legs,
Eat 'em up, yum!

Orc heads, orc heads,
Squishy-wishy orc heads,
Orc heads, orc heads,
Eat 'em up, yum!
--

Well, I confess here that the Chefs actually contributed more material
than I could actually use here. Of course, it's all top-quality, so if
you'd like to see it, please send mail to the _Times_ and we'll serve you
up a heaping helping of gourmet poems!

.
Now, let's head back to the darker side of things: the Cthulhu cultists.

--
hey! Cthulhu! wake up! it's me!
Old Ones! Old Ones! Shub-Niggurath!
Lbbllejfdm.
Yog-Sothoth is

whoa. dude. just a little rocky there for a second. I'm OK. I'm OK. just
let me sit here a minute. HEY! STOP LAUGHING AT ME. STOP IT. I SAID, STOP IT.

WHEN CTHULHU COMES YOU'LL BE SORRY YOU LAUGHED AT ME. YOU'LL ALL BE SORRY.
BUT I WON'T BE SORRY I'LL BE LIKE "EAT THEM CTHULHU EAT THEM EAT THEM ALL
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA
--
Here the page is torn and there's a strange fluid on the torn edge. I'm
sorry I can't reproduce it properly here, because it's quite a striking
effect! I think perhaps the poet meant this to be a kind of installation
piece, best meant to be viewed rather than reprinted.

We've seen the worshippers of the great (and scary!) gods Khorne and
Cthulhu. What do the worshippers of Lars have to say for themselves?

--
Oh, I'm rapmaster Lars-boy, and I'm here to say,
It's time for mass and you'd better pray.
I gather some herbs, that's the stuff:
I'm a monk and I'm real tough.

When those knights and khornes split open their knees
It's always to us that they're sayin' "please"
We heal the hit points, we heal the mind
Without us you'd be in a bind

On the tradeline, you beg for help
Well, we'll give it to you, you pathetic whelp
'Cause we're followers of Lars, the one-and-only god
It's only to us that he has given the nod

We can be nice to you 'cause we're holy and pure
And Lars told us so, so we're good and sure.
Never forget this or you'll be out of luck:

The monk's order rules and you all suck.
--

Well, the benefits of the contemplative life have never been clearer to
me than they are now. I think we should all take a moment and think upon
the goodness of Lars, who deigns to not strike us dead as we stand here in
our unfashionable shoes.

Finally (at least for this installment), I think we should turn to the
Kittens' Guild, one of the newest guilds:

--
You say you want a revolution
Well-ell, you know
We all want to change the world.
The Kitten's got the right solution
Yeah, you know
We're gonna change the world:
You've got to kill some orcs first yea-ah
And then maybe some ogres too
<thump thump thump thump>
Don't you know it's gonna BE

All right
It's gonna BE
All right, all right

You say you got a real solution
Well, you're wrong--
The Kitten's changed his mind.
Now he knows that Mats sucks
Yeah, you know
So let's kill some stuff over there.
You'd better kill the Kitten lots of rabbits
And I think it's rats and humans too;
But I think it's gonna BE
All right
It's gonna BE
All right, all right ...

You say the theory's been tested
Well, you know
It's got a flaw in it now.
The Kitten's changin' the specialization
Yeah, we know

Let's run to Vincent's now.
Maybe the Kitten's been out of his mind
Every day since the beginning of time--
I hope it's gonna BE
All right
Is it gonna BE
All right? All right?

--
Well, again, a stirring testimony to the power of faith.

That's all for now, literature-lovers. And don't EVER let anyone tell you
we mudders aren't as clever with words as the next person. You can show
people this if they don't believe you.

---------------------- The NannyMUD Times --------------------- page 24 --

Courtesy of Rowen.

This is NOT a voting or election, it's simply a collection of answers to
the following questions:
to your mind, name 2 of best players in nanny, 2 best pubs/bars/cafes
(healing places), and 2 best weapons??? short explanations would be very
nice too :)

=================================================================

Remarks:
First of all, thank you all that bothered to answer.
I tried to keep this query as fair as possible, i.e. all types, guilds,
genders, etc of players got their chance to reply over a period of 10 days.

Secondly, some small observations...
What did strike me at first was the enourmous amount of "smileys"
;) :) :=) <:~) that are used. Do we all type like this in
RL too?

What made me happy (sue me) was that it seems no one likes a kill-stealer as
far as these answers are regarded, no known stealers mentioned as MVP
(most valued player).

Furthermore it seems the majority of the players asked value "fun" and
honesty and friendliness highly. As far as healing places are concerned,
cost effiency and weapons depend mostly on what guild one plays.

If the following "wrap" of anwers seems long, I still encourage you to read
it all through. Many of the most distinguished players (by your selections)
make their comments at the very end.

I wish you all a good spring and Nanny-year.

ROWEN (more evil now than before)(blaming my guild)

=================================================================
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Firestarter tells you: hmm maybe ... Kherec and Brian, bars...the one near
Paragon and the one on Middle-earth, as weapons for instance dkiss and sword
of infinity.
_________________________________________________________________

Thheo replies to you: best 3 pubs : The Rose and Dragon, the local pub /
Three King's restaurant / Milkbar, first one best for alcoholic
drinks, second for food especially for the 4 item in the menu which
heals sp from food, and the milkbar for soft drinks
Thheo replies to you: best 2 players as I see them now thought both are
having a break now are: Special ( ex-chars: Flawless/Zenith/Lostsoul)
the Greater Daemon of Khorne, he really knows how to play mud :), a
very good quest solver, I could say the best :) ; and the latter
Michel, vampire, very good fighter, best pk and very good quester,
they both have a big knowledge about nanny's areas and stuff like
this :)
Thheo replies to you: for the best 2 weapons I can't be accurate since I
played mostly my vamp in the last 3 months, but I could name an easy
to get weapon and very good which is Paragon's Axe in sadyc's area;
and of course I would still like Brom's Axe for my khorne.
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Gamemail from Lillstrumpa:

- I would say Lys and Keldo. They, among some others, have the qualities I
like in a player. Something that makes the game more enjoyable and fun to
play.
- I like the free and portable healing you get from idling, but I like

Reservoir Dogs Cafe a a lot as well.
- I've always had a crush on the Stormbringer, but I prefer a basic sword,
like galvorn bastard sword, most of the time.
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Bombadill tells you: ok let's see. two best player's I don't know,
but I think lovecraft is good and maybe myx. And milkshop and where
I can buy firebreather is best healing places. I don't know the
best weapons I can't wield the best weapons
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Gamemail from Magarac:

Best Player 1: Arien, solved every quest and find her way through Nanny
Best Player 2: Zeratul (before he was banished)
Best Weapon 1: 'Dkiss' one-hand weapon, and rocks very hard after you
killed a dragon or 2
Best Weapon 2: Wand of Lightnings?? Can take 80hp in one single bolt,
very useful in PK
Best Bar 1: Three kings restaurant, not to expensive and you heal much
Best (sp) healing place: the man not far from Mercenary, that heal 50sp or
so for 250 coins

/that's what I think anyway :)
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Gamemail from: Moloch

Best players to my mind:
Arx, Cost, Mablung, Newton, Mindeye

Best weapons: depends a lot on the guild your in, but Dragonkiss and Sword
of Lightnings are my favorites.

Best pubs: ...heh....Groda's tavern and Dragon and Rose ;)
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Marie tells you: I'd say Mistress for one of the best....
She is a great example of knightess.., used to help me learn to play ;)
Also she is rather skilled player...Knowing what to do and where to go

Then Gelbart, It takes lots of talents to get to the Head Hunter.
And he is rather great fellow too ;) I could name more, but these 2 get my
points.

Marie tells you: Best healing places Bixby's and The Rose and Dragon. They
are rather self-explanatory.

Marie tells you: Best weapons...Well call me sentamental but I've always
liked best Stormbringer and Mournblade :), They rock hard. Ofc Hellrazor
is great too
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Vicious tells you: aha, hmm... ok... Best players = Lovecraft & Sanguinary
for their determination to stay at the top :)
Vicious tells you: Best pubs/cafes = Bixbys for the specials and Wasted
wizard on Caerleon for not being sold out
Vicious tells you: best weapons = Orb of gnuttur, just try it, you'll notice
the difference :) and Sword of Knatul, you gotta love the features :-)
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Gamemail from: Goliath

Let me see if I get this right....
Best players: Whistler, Seego (gotta vote for the old guard;)
Best weapons:Old reliable Mercenary Sword, and the orb of (forgot the
name...the one where you do karate kicks and knee-bashing)
Best quests:Year of Banshee,Secret Police
Ill have to send you another email after asking what the ?'s are again..
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Phaluz replies to you: best players: mistress & Oriole, pubs: sunshine inn &
Wizards... (the one on Caerleon). Weapons: Sword of infinity and
dkiss...
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Gamemail from: Zaywyth

2 Best players: damn hard category, both these names
includes seconds, Arraquwain and Elayne.
2 Best pubs: Sadycs, which ofc gains this honour for its
wonderful icecream. Groda, for its fast healing.
2 Best weapons: Demonblade, hardhitter and storyteller :)
Dragonkiss, nice attackmsg and concept.
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Gamemail from: Lupa

best players (no real idea but..) Arraquwain and co. well his chars always
seems to be doing fine...
Mindeye & Secs, Very nice helpfull and seems to know about all places small
and big.. or anything.

Best healing places: Caerleon (the one by harbour if there are more places),
and hmm.. tree bar. close
to green and with small healings, always nice when your toxed etc

Best weapons: No idea.. My claws? I just use what i get my hands on, I like
ebharing with darks.. and sword of darkness.. well aso *blink*
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Khadgar replies to you: what questions? *peer sus*
Khadgar replies to you: is this like a conspericy against me? a plot by the
admins?
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Bloodgod says: I'm sorry, but Khorne is the only true god.
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Gamemail from: Lifefire

2 best player: my own players ofc, Brahman and Lifefire
2 best pubs: westport pub and wasted wizard's pub
westport have a special that levels sp and hp wich is very handy if you are
a simyarin and spend more sp than hp.
wasted wizard's pub is quite cheep and you can buy toxication,water and food

I dont know much about weapons (dont play fighter guilds very often)
_________________________________________________________________________

Mastara replies to you: no importance for me...what are your questions ?
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Gamemail from: Rock

Best players:
Arraquwain.. Fair judgment, friendly once you get to know him, helpful
Gelbart.. Extremely friendly, always had good relationship with him

Best pubs
Amylaars tavern, nice cost, small quantities of healing/stuff bought so
you can fit nicely
Westport, it would suck, but has that special that balances sp/hp

Best weapons
Broms axe, rocks for almost any guild ..
Daurons axe, wieldable at small levels, rocks for a level 10-15. . kinda
heavy tho ..

Thats it. I hope's ok. If any more questions, I'll be happy to answer :) See
ya' around.
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Gamemail from: Lan

Best players!
Oriole (surprise, surprise)
Well what can you say, this 'gal has done it all. Great quester, helpfull,
friendly, etc etc...And now she's even wizzed =)
I for one are looking forward to the area, if I'm still around when it opens
that is ,)
Mishra with seconds...Pitty he's not around anymore...

Best pubs!
Westport's Pub, I just love those Specials! Keep 'em comming Bixby =)

The Rose and Dragon, Never runs out of firebreathers =) And it's the only
place in Nanny where
you can find the famous Pan-galactic gargleblaster. Rock it =)

Best Weapons!
Sword of lightnings, Nice, nice, nice =) When handled the right way, a
rocking sword.
Dragonkiss, It's always nice to chop people to itsy-bitsy cubes ,) And apart
from that I think Firelight has a cute butt.

/Lan
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Gamemail from: Kherec

The two best players in Nanny:
Gildor and Sundaar.
Not that any of them should need an explanation, if you've ever met
them in here, partied with them, you'd know. But I will ofc state as
to why I think they are the best players imho in nanny.
They both know the game well, perhaps they aren't as up to date right
now, as they both have been around for a while. However, they know how
to utilize their character, they know how to make the best out of the
mud, AND they are not powertripping people, like most people.
They always have fun. Which is why we're here, isn't it? To have fun
and to use up that creative fantasy side of ours.

Best two pubs:
First, Groda's Tavern, without a doubt. it's neat, nice and the heals
suits my purpose (the combined hp/sp heals). And it's rather cheap.
Then we have The Rose and Dragon pub. Praise it and it's neverending
stock of supplies.
Althought it was to be only two pubs, I must give Bixby a notch for
his specials. Highly appreciated.

The best two weapons in the mud:
Well, my personal favorites (not nessesarily the best two weapons) are
Stormbringer and Sunblade.
I could go say what I think is the best weapon on nanny, but I don't
see why I should, and I think people who code nice and original weapons
should get credit for it.
Unusual weapons with nice theme are much more fun to use.
Now, Sunblade isn't as original, but I don't know, perhaps because I
played Knights so much, perhaps that's why I like it.
Stormbringer is the most personal favorite, because I've read the books
about Elric of MelnibonM-i, and the stories about Stormbringer.

Kherec
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Gamemail from: Anduin

Sarcotome, Kytten - Good players, and almost always in a good mood.
Two people which I admire. Playing performance
isn't everything.

Westport - Buy a special.
Groda - Quick, big heals

Knatul - The famous 'Cha-ching!' It's cool, and it doesn't need
to be boosted. Absolutely no 1.
Dkiss - It's fun. You feel cool, and you never need to sell it to shop.
_________________________________________________________________________
From: Tiamo

Just wanna wish you a merry X-mas,

*JULKRAM*

Love ya always, TiAmo
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Eldorin tells you:

Bloodrage sword, Sword of Corruption,
Player 1: Magarac, Player 2: Killermech... what was the last question?
Eldorin tells you: The Rose and the dragon, Wimpy's burger bar
(not exactly a pub/bar - but I like it)
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Gamemail from: Malagant

Best two healing places...
Leowon's river and Merlin.

Best two weapons...
It all depends on what guild you're in.

Best two players...
Almost impossible to say. So many good players out there.
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Gamemail from: Mistress

Bearing in mind that I'm an oldie, the best players in my day
were Oriole and Wrath(and his characters). Both great at questing
and fighting too. Oriole is still a great player imo even though
I dont see her much anymore. She has a lot of respect amongst
the Knights Guild too.

Nowadays, I would say the best players are Sundaar(snugs to him
and well, I think Lys is a great player too.

In my opinion, its not how much xp/gc or quest points you have.
Its how respected you are on the MUD. That makes a great player
who people remember.

Okay, as far as healing places go, I like the Knights Pub and
and also heal lots at Caerleon where the atmosphere is relaxing
and quiet. The Restaurant in Valhalla used to be good as well.

Best weapons...ahh...I reminisce about Fafnesbane Gram but dont
use it anymore. The best for me is The Champions Sword (with a
nice pair of gloves - to protect my delicate hands ;) )
and I also like the Sword of Infinity. For the newbies, undoubtedly
the best is the Assassin's Dagger.

Hope this gives you all you want to know.

Missy
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Zink tells you: ummmm... i dont use weapons im a sim..

Zink tells you: i dunno if i can do that... i cant just pick out 2 of my
friends... its not fair..
there is no _best_ really.. just different... diff people have
diff strengths i dont judge best
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Gamemail from: Lazarus

Hi....here come my answers...

Two best players: Realitybyts, Mellissa

Best places: milkbar, rose and dragon
best weapons: Champions sword, mercenary sword
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Chohag tells you: Best player nr 1: Misterpop and Nr 2 Lan.
Best pub nr 1: The pub in middle-earth and nr 2: Caerleons.
Best weapons nr 1: Champions sword and nr 2: Axe of swiftness
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Gamemail from: Yunnie

Hey,
The best players in Nanny would have to be Kytten and Sheena. They are both
very lovable fun to be around and make the mudding experience enjoyable.

For pubs/bars ... It would be the pub in bixbi's area it has the original
'special' drink and its just fun.
The second would be on Caerleon because it has all 3 types of healing
availible for all levels where as most you can't eat and drink if you are
only level 1.

Ok the two best weapons would be DemonBlade and Sword of Lightnings both are
very good weapons and I like the extra lines they have for db the talking
and sol's lines.

/Yunnie
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Gamemail from: Narcolepsy

Two best players:
Misterpop - cos he helped me out when I was an utter utter novice and has
always been friendly since.
Keldo - again, for advice and help.
(This is probably favourite rather than best, but then, what makes a good
player?)

Two best pubs:
Amylaar's - cos it's close and sells alcohol, drink and food (although it's
always sold out)
Wasted Wizard - cos there's something for hp and sp and it's on Caerleon
where the fighter's live (good kills).

Two best weapons:
Being a kitten they are obviously Warp Reality(nothing else comes close) and
the Kitten himself.
Narco ;)
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Gamemail from: Nomeansno

1. Two best players in NannyMUD.

NannyMUD is certainly full of extremely quick players, who make the
best use of their clients, but there are others who use simple telnet
and experience a constant, annoying netlag. For me the ability to play
successfully in such conditions is what characterizes a great player.
Often when the players gradually become experienced mudders, their
attitude towards others drastically changes. It happened to me a number
of times that someone I knew suddenly became "too busy" to reply to
my messages. Luckily, there are a few players who do not fall into that
category.
Mainly for the above reasons, I believe that the two best players on
NannyMUD are: Asterix, and Kherec.

2. Two best healing places in NannyMUD.

Definitely Bixby's, for the amazing special, although it isn't really
a heal. The other one has to be the village pub, for the fact that
it doesn't run short of supplies and for its cozy atmosphere.

3. Two best weapons in NannyMUD.

As a Leper, I feel most comfortable when fighting with my own arm.
After all, it's a part of me and I know all about its strengths and
weaknesses. However, if I was to choose another weapon, it would
definitely be the Axe of Brom. It's extremely powerful and at the same
time extremely dangerous, which makes it a great fun & thrill
the ones who dare to use it.

/Nomeansno the potential Leper Messiah.
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Gamemail from: Duncan

Players:
Lovecraft, he is just so snuggly and he rocks so hard.
Rhuarc, got to give it up to someone who can stay alive in khorne that
long.
Pubs:
Rose and Dragon, after all it never sells out
Groda's Tavern, just have to love frog entrees
Weapons:
Sword of Infinity, just your good old classic rocking weapon
Broken glass bottle, contact me about information on how to purchase one
of these fine weapons.
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Gamemail from: Khadgar

The best player in Nanny are, according to me, Oriole.
If I really have to explain to you why I find Oriole to be one of the best
players, then I suggest you to stop playing Nanny. I've personally admired
Oriole as long as I can remember. When I was a newbie (many, many years ago),
she was the noble knightess that took care of everyone, helped them out with
various issues and still today she is one of the few knights that still acts
that way... chivalrous. This virtue is unique for her, and for her alone.

She has got this strange understanding about Nanny, which she uses brilliantly
to surpass everyone and everything. She basically knows everything there is
to know about Nanny.
I wish I could name someone else, that I thought reached same standard as
Oriole do, but there is none in particular. Of course, there is a lot of
great players like Rhuarc, Lovecraft, Darion, Mantor, Egeanin, Jokah, Tigger,
Nachak, Michel, Grim and Deathjester, but I can't really say that anyone are
really better than someone else, except for Oriole, whom are just a great
player.

There is plenty of pubs in Nanny, and there is many great pubs as well. The
one most used are probably our own village pub, The Rose and Dragon. It don't
need to be restocked, the drinks heal good and there is coffee for those who
are really intoxicated. This is of course, just another regular pub. Nothing
fancy but it is good for quick healing for a reasonable price.

If you want something else, than just plain healing, then I suggest that you
should visit Vincent's Dining Hall. It is a great pub, with a low price on
most of the foods and drinks. And this isn't just to order, drink, then
leave. This place got a nice touch to it. When you enter it, you get treated
like you almost would get in Real Life. 'Gee, that don't sound too fun. I
just want to heal my HP and SP as quick as possible and get the hell out of
there.', you probably are thinking right now. But when you are there, you
really can feel the atmosphere and you just feel happy to be at a such nice
place which you didnt think existed.
If you havn't yet been at Vincent's Dining Hall, then you really have some
thinking to do... do you really wanna miss a such nice healing place? It is
one of the best.

If you want to do some killing, maiming and slaying, then you really should
try out the Axe of Brom. It is a good weapon with a really nice drawback to
it, which I suppose most people know about, since so many players are afraid
of using it. I find it sad, when I hear that no one wants to buy the Axe of
Brom, or only offer like 2000 gc for it when it is announced on the Trade
line. For just a year ago or similar, players would easily offer 10,000 gc
for it, and as much as 80,000. This is a good weapon, which I hope, regains
it prestige as it once had.

If you on the other hand, want something more reliable, I have to suggest
the the Assassins dagger. Of course, I could say something like Sword of
Infinity, Axe of Swiftness or Stormbringer. But those are all weapons that
only high level characters can use. The assassins dagger on the other hand,
can be used at any level, which makes it a good weapon. It is a great weapon
for lowlevel characters, but still good for high levels. With this, I want
to point out, that you don't have to get a unique weapon to have something
good to fight with. There are too many unique weapons in Nanny as it is now.
And it is really easy to get a good unique weapon. Yes, of course since it
is so easy to get hold of good unique weapons, players choose to use them
before any good, non-unique weapons. I would like to recommend all you
players, who are actually reading this, to use non-unique weapons more.
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Gamemail from: Mystical

Best player
For me there is only one 'best player'. The one who is exploring the
world of Nanny, choosing to spend sometimes long hours on quests instead
of solving them much quicker by using quest sheets. The one who experienced
pleasure and pride from personally solved 'puzzle' created by someone
else. The one who overcomes the 'race against time' in getting trillions
of exp and gc and finds some time to explore new areas.
I wish everyone to become such a one, so you don't need to regret the
fun you had wasted by too fast advancing in the game and you don't wake up
one day, with a maxed character, realizing that you really know nothing
about the world in which you're playing except these few speedwalks in
your client you had copied from a friend.

Best Pubs / bars / cafes
As a member of Cthulhu Guild I spend lots of time in trancing, so I
really don't bother to look for many healing places. However I like the one
in Bixby's area practically because of the very special drink you can get
there. As a second place I will mention village Pub, which has one big
advantage: never sold out.

Best weapons
As a member of Cthulhu Guild I don't use weapons very often. I prefer
spells. But ofc for people who need a good weapon I'd recommend Brom's axe.
It is a really powerful weapon, however you need to be careful while using
this one. For those of you who are lagged and be satisfied with a bit
smaller 'weaponpower' I'll choose so called 'fleshfinder'. Some time ago I
enjoyed its evenly and strong blows, crushing the heads of my opponents.

See you around Mystical
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Gamemail from: Susie

2 best players:Enlad and Spankybutt. They are the best players i've MET on
this mud. Sorry if someone feels hurted, but maybe i didnt get to party
enough with him/her to know it :).

2 best pubs:Khorne matrix ofc :)(but then again i am a khorne:).The second
would be hmm...Tree Kings Restaurant(for SP mostly).

2 best weapons:Dauron Axe and fleshfinder.I think everyone knows that FF is
a good weapon.Dont ask me about the first:).Superstition i guess.I just love
it :)
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Gamemail from: Sugar

well two best players is hard to say, there are different ways
of playing, experience players, quest point players, what have you.
I suppose I would have to say Cost is one of the best players I know
just because he is an accomplished quester and a good exp hound.
Not to mention a good friend.
As a second I would have to say Horn, Whistler, etc and all his many
seconds, just because he was dilligent in everything and helped me
out a lot when I needed it. Even though he doesn't play so much
anymore I'd still rate him as one of the best.

I'd have to say Sunshine Inn rates the best healing place in my
book just for overall convenience of location and selection.
Secondly I'd say Leowon's stream for the sheer fact of rapid sp
recovery and also it's convenient location and cheap cost.

as far as weapons go I don't know many of the new weapons so I'll
speak from my past experiences. My weapon of choice as a knight
was always the sunblade, it's very light, and hits particularly hard
when of a saintly alignment, perfect for a knight character.

I have used many weapons in my time, I even made the starburst from
Panic's area once, it's really hard to pick a second weapon, so
I really can't say, there are so many marvelous creations of
wizard's out there, from swords of Infinity, to Spiderfangs, to
Dragonkisses, the list goes on and on, I think I'll be sneaky and
not name an actual weapon for my second favorite. Instead I'll
say my hunting falcon is my second favorite weapon, She was always
there for me, helped me kill more enemies than any other thing on
the mud and pulled me out of more than one jam.

Hope this helps,
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Gamemail from: Ferrodor

Two of the best players that come to my mind are Sundaar and
Lys (resp. secs). Both know the game very well, and have fun playing
it, that's what makes the fun being with them.

Two good healing places.. well, that depends on what you want..
Simyarins need SP more direly then HP, so Bixby's is an obvious choice
for a simyarin (or a hunter ;). Another great place is the Rose and
Dragon, since it's never sold out.
Actually it's not best to know more than 2 favourite healing
places, since many have their specialities.. explore :).

Two best weapons.. now that's easy, Ebony Staff and Machete {great
condition}. Well, i guess that's not what you wanted to hear :).
But that question has no answer, since it depends so much on
what you need the weapon for, in what guild.
Broms Axe, Knatul's Staff, Maimer Sword, Fleshfinder, Dragonskiss,
or many others. You need to decide what you want it for, then.
you choose the weapon.

Have fun, Ferrodor.
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Gamemail from Melee

Best 2 players (this was hard): Bowen, Ferrodor.
Favourite pubs/healing: Leowon's river, wasted wizard.
Favourite weapons (for seconds of mine;): Slim steel rapier, sword of
lightenings.

Best player to me doesn't mean just best questor, rockingest fighter.
It also has to do with how these people interact with other
players. I had a list of 6 and trimming to 2 was tough.
Both of these players know the mud well, work out puzzles well,
and are tremendously helpful and not in the least obnoxious, mean, or
insensitive to others. They just quietly play the game.
The choices of weapons and pubs is taken with no wiz knowledge,
just what I like, for many reasons.
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Gamemail from: Cost

Ok here we go:

Best players in Nanny:

1) Oriole: because knows most of areas and still explores.
2) Khadgar: because he changes most of the guilds and he's good in
every one.:)

Best pubs:
1) Maelstorm's Wizards Tavern : Got all u need.
2) Marial's Inn : close to green and good stuff

Best weapons :
1) Brom's Axe : because exists.
2) Panic's Star : v. good weapon but v. hard to get.
Cost.
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Gamemail from: Mablung

best pubs: 4q's sunshine and marial's . (best tox/heal factor, also nice
prices) and they both
have all 3 kinds of healing.
best weapons: dreamsword and brom's axe.
best players: (toughie :)) hmmm.... oriole ofc and hmm.arien prolly.
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