From: Paul, Brett Sent: Wednesday, December 03, 1997 11:54 AM Subject: Bamf [33] "Eureka!" he yelled... [OOC: Any ideas where the title comes from?] Gathering together articles you believe you will be needing, including food, clothing, blankets, swords, backpacks, hard candy and a couple canteens, you group together in the back room of the store. Lynn takes special care to make sure the shades are down over the windows. Meanwhile, Steve reaches over the door and unhooks a wool blanket that is attached to the wall. The blanket unrolls and covers the entrance. Steve looks around nervously, seeming to hesitate a moment. A call is heard on the streets outside and north of the building you are in. It would seem that the bleeding lawman has been noticed by some of the people attending the gathering in front of the town hall. "We must go now," says Steve. Looking around, it's difficult to figure out what he means by that, as there are no open exits. Steve closes his eyes and seems to concentrate for a moment. A bright flash of light blinds you all for a few seconds, reminiscent of your journey here! When your vision returns, you are standing in a dimly lit taproom. Suddenly, your head feels light, and your feet heavy. Lynn leans on Steve and Dana, and the rest of you grab something stable to hold yourselves upright. The feeling passes after a moment. Steve moves towards a small set of wide, wooden stairs that lead up to a more brightly lit part of the building you are in. "Mark," he says as he walks across the hardwood floor. "So good to see you again," replies a man who approaches Steve from somewhere off to the right. They embrace for a moment, then let go. Mark is a shorter man with dark, curly hair, a large-ish nose, and is somewhat overweight. He wipes a tear from his eye. "Are you okay?" asks Steve. Mark nods towards your left, through the window in the front of the building. When Steve looks, he gasps. "Oh, my." is his only reply. Mark says, "I'm not sure I remember that one, but it's always sad to see this happen to anyone." They both speak English with similar, Germanic accents. "We have visitors," says Steve. Mark and Steve come over towards the group, and introductions are made. Looking around, that taproom is swept and dusted clean. There is a bar here with mugs and glasses, and barrels of ale and bottles of other liquids behind it, though it looks to be closed. After the introductions, you look around the place a bit. There is a main entry area at the top of the stairs leading from this room. To the right of the entry area is a desk, apparently where Mark was. To the left is a door leading outside and a large, sectioned window (4 panes across by 3 down, each pane about 18 inches square). Directly across the entry area from the taproom is a staircase that leads up. There is another exit from the taproom that probably goes to a kitchen. As you look around, you hear a creaking of the stairs as someone descends them. This someone probably heard the conversation that took place between Mark and Steve. Dana and Brady both recognize the person who descended the staircase as John Grose, someone they know from their world. Looking out the window in the direction that caused Steve to gasp, you see the gallows and the town hall, and someone is hanging from the gallows. There is a small crowd of people around the gallows, and the man hanging there is still swinging lightly, as if he had just been executed moments before. Among the crowd, you see several children who probably witnessed the execution. Mark offers you all a place to stay in his inn, and food while you stay, but that you should not stay for longer than a the balance of today and tomorrow, as he is certain that Medizar will be able to track you to here quickly. He does not want a visit from the evil one or any of his minions. Steve finally volunteers that he does indeed have some of the "magical powers" you referred to earlier, and announces that he is very tired. He takes a room key from Mark and prepares to ascend the stairs to his room. He does, indeed, seem very tired. Lynn seems okay. The spectators of the hanging are milling around, looking for something to do now that the event is finished. A couple of men look towards the inn, then start walking in that direction, probably wanting a drink from the bar. None of the men bear the mark of being a lawman, and neither are carrying swords or any other visible weapon. After looking at the town hall and the gallows, you realize that it is not the same as the one you saw earlier in the day. This is a different town! - Brett ---------- From: Animalz[SMTP:dharrod@mindspring.com] Sent: Wednesday, December 03, 1997 9:53 PM Subject: RE: Bamf [33] "Eureka!" he yelled... > [OOC: 1) Marshall and John seem to be AWOL. 2) Any ideas where the > title comes from?] Its Greek to me... :) I'm still alittle out of sorts from being displaced last week. > Gathering together articles you believe you will be needing, including > food, clothing, blankets, swords, backpacks, hard candy and a couple > canteens, Also, if available, matches or flint and steel, if no one else already thought of it. > "We must go now," says Steve. Looking around, it's difficult to figure > out what he means by that, as there are no open exits. Steve closes his > eyes and seems to concentrate for a moment. A bright flash of light > blinds you all for a few seconds, reminiscent of your journey here! > When your vision returns, you are standing in a dimly lit taproom. "Neat trick, dude!.... Where are we?...." > "Mark," he says as he walks across the hardwood floor. > "So good to see you again," replies a man who approaches Steve from > somewhere off to the right. They embrace for a moment, then let go. > Mark is a shorter man with dark, curly hair, a large-ish nose, and is > somewhat overweight. He wipes a tear from his eye. Does he bear any resemblance to anyone I've met before? > Mark says, "I'm not sure I remember that one, but it's always sad to see > this happen to anyone." "Who was the person that was executed? Why was s/he hung? Did Medizar have anything to do with it? > They both speak English with similar, Germanic accents. That reminds me of another question I've had for a while now... "If you all are speaking a Germanic language (to our ears at least), why is the lettering we see reminiscent of our Arabic?" > As you look around, you hear a creaking of the stairs as someone descends them. > Dana and Brady both recognize the person who descended > the staircase as John Grose, someone they know from their world. "John?!?! Well, what do you know? How long have you been here? (Where ever "here is.) What have you been up to? Learn anything interesting? > Mark offers you all a place to stay in his inn, and food while you stay, > but that you should not stay for longer than a the balance of today and > tomorrow, as he is certain that Medizar will be able to track you to > here quickly. He does not want a visit from the evil one or any of his > minions. "Thank you, Mark. That's very generous of you. >smile< I think I could use a beer right about now. >grin< So what is the deal with this Medizar guy anyway? Can you tell us any more about him and his plans? And who are these 'minions' you speak of?" > The spectators of the hanging are milling around, looking for something > to do now that the event is finished. A couple of men look towards the > inn, then start walking in that direction, probably wanting a drink from > the bar. None of the men bear the mark of being a lawman, and neither > are carrying swords or any other visible weapon. I think we should be okay mingling with these guys, as long as they don't ask questions in a language we don't understand. :) > Steve finally volunteers that he does indeed have some of the "magical > powers" you referred to earlier, and announces that he is very tired. > After looking at the town hall and the gallows, you realize that it is > not the same as the one you saw earlier in the day. This is a different > town! Hey, cool! Now that really is a nifty trick! :) "So how far away were we 'displaced', Steve? And what is the greatest distance you can travel with this talent? Could be real useful for getting us closer to wherever we're going. Oh... Is the local language here the same as in your town? What about currency? So where *are* we going from here anyway??" Dana ---------- From: Adequis[SMTP:Adequis@mindspring.com] Sent: Thursday, December 04, 1997 2:14 PM Subject: RE: Bamf [33] "Eureka!" he yelled... > > "We must go now," says Steve. Looking around, it's difficult to figure > > out what he means by that, as there are no open exits. Steve closes his > > eyes and seems to concentrate for a moment. A bright flash of light > > blinds you all for a few seconds, reminiscent of your journey here! > > When your vision returns, you are standing in a dimly lit taproom. > > "Neat trick, dude!.... Where are we?...." "Boy that was fun, now if I can get a good root canal..." > "Who was the person that was executed? Why was s/he hung? Did Medizar > have > anything to do with it? "And if they are innocent of it can we stop it?" > "John?!?! Well, what do you know? How long have you been here? (Where > ever "here is.) What have you been up to? Learn anything interesting? "John! Boy aren't you glad you hang out with us? Now your in a world of Germanic speakers who hang people and carry swords! When is Brett showing up? He is about the only one missing... Besides Kelli..." > "Thank you, Mark. That's very generous of you. >smile< I think I could > use > a beer right about now. >grin< So what is the deal with this Medizar > guy > anyway? Can you tell us any more about him and his plans? And who are > these 'minions' you speak of?" "I think I will join you for that Beer, or Ale, or whatever they call it... We might not want to carry the swords in public though...." ---------- From: Seanchai[SMTP:Seanchai@compuserve.com] Sent: Saturday, December 06, 1997 11:53 AM Subject: RE: Bamf [33] "Eureka!" he yelled... >>>> "John?!?! Well, what do you know? How long have you been here? (Where ever "here is.) What have you been up to? Learn anything interesting?<<<< >>"John! Boy aren't you glad you hang out with us? Now your in a world of Germanic speakers who hang people and carry swords! When is Brett showing up? He is about the only one missing... Besides Kelli..."<< I pause to consider my bearings, my black duffle bag in hand. When I see Dana, Brady, and Greg, looks of surprise and disbelief war for control of my expression. Then my face settles into something akin to disappointment. "What are you guys doing here?" I set the bag down. "What are we doing here? Why are we here?" John ---------- From: Saif[SMTP:saif@xmission.com] Sent: Sunday, December 07, 1997 12:23 PM Subject: Re: Bamf [33] "Eureka!" he yelled... >Mark is a shorter man with dark, curly hair, a large-ish nose, and is >somewhat overweight. He wipes a tear from his eye. When the party is alone Saif asks "So does anybody know Mark?" >gallows. There is a small crowd of people around the gallows, and the >man hanging there is still swinging lightly, as if he had just been >executed moments before. Among the crowd, you see several children who >probably witnessed the execution. Saif watches the scene in interest, but doesn't seem overly effected by it. To Mark he asks "From what you said it sounds like they hang people quite often. A police state, or is it just their way of keep crime down?" >Mark offers you all a place to stay in his inn, and food while you stay, Saif bows slightly. "Your offer is generous. We do appreciate it. I take it you are from Earth as well? Steve has told us a bit about himself. Would you mind telling us a little about yourself? I guess we should go first. We're all new here, having arrived on an island Steven knew about just few days ago. Personally I'm from Utah, a student... or at least I was a student... at the University there, studying biology." >Steve finally volunteers that he does indeed have some of the "magical >powers" you referred to earlier, No! >The spectators of the hanging are milling around, looking for something >to do now that the event is finished. A couple of men look towards the >inn, then start walking in that direction, probably wanting a drink from >the bar. None of the men bear the mark of being a lawman, and neither >are carrying swords or any other visible weapon. "Uh, perhaps we should retire to the upper floor?" Saif suggests to the other, listening with interest to the exchange between Dana, Brady and John. Saif ---------- From: Adequis[SMTP:Adequis@mindspring.com] Sent: Monday, December 08, 1997 1:44 PM Subject: RE: Bamf [33] "Eureka!" he yelled... > "What are you guys doing here?" > I set the bag down. "What are we doing here? Why are we here?" "Well it seems you have been cursed, blessed, or something else on the Lord would understand to get the pleasure of joining us in this wonderful world..." "What do we know... they have large creatures, huge crab and gigantic seagulls, they have undead. Oh and they have a nasty vampiric guy named Medizar who seems to have a big interest in us..." "Otherwise they speak in something akin to German and write in something akin to Arabic." "We think we were sent here to knock off Medizar but we aren't terribly sure." "Mostly we are trying to find a way home." "Actually that was sonething that Steve here was going to start telling us... weren't you Steve?" "I also agree maybe we should get a few beers and then head upstairs to have a nice earthly discussion." ---------- From: gdinkelm@ccs.lmco.com[SMTP:gdinkelm@ccs.lmco.com] Sent: Tuesday, December 09, 1997 10:11 AM Subject: Re: Bamf [33] "Eureka!" he yelled... > From saif@xmission.com Sun Dec 7 12:28:14 1997 > >[OOC: 1) Marshall and John seem to be AWOL. 2) Any ideas where the > >title comes from?] > Other than Dana's guess I don't know. Hmm, can we tell our weight based on the weight of the air that we displaced? No, that's not quite right. > >Mark is a shorter man with dark, curly hair, a large-ish nose, and is > >somewhat overweight. He wipes a tear from his eye. > > When the party is alone Saif asks "So does anybody know Mark?" I don't think so. > Saif watches the scene in interest, but doesn't seem overly effected by > it. To Mark he asks "From what you said it sounds like they hang people > quite often. A police state, or is it just their way of keep crime down?" "It's probably just their form of justice for most crimes." > >Mark offers you all a place to stay in his inn, and food while you stay, > > Saif bows slightly. "Your offer is generous. We do appreciate it. I > take it you are from Earth as well? Steve has told us a bit about > himself. Would you mind telling us a little about yourself? I guess we > should go first. We're all new here, having arrived on an island Steven > knew about just few days ago. Personally I'm from Utah, a student... or > at least I was a student... at the University there, studying biology." Hmmm, and the Brady, John, Dana, and I are from Colorado. > >Steve finally volunteers that he does indeed have some of the "magical > >powers" you referred to earlier, > > No! "Is there anything else that we should know? Medizar seemed certain that we could help him break free of something. My first impression was that he wanted to break out of this world, hoping to be his wonderful charming self on some other world." > >The spectators of the hanging are milling around, looking for something > >to do now that the event is finished. A couple of men look towards the > >inn, then start walking in that direction, probably wanting a drink from > >the bar. None of the men bear the mark of being a lawman, and neither > >are carrying swords or any other visible weapon. > > "Uh, perhaps we should retire to the upper floor?" Saif suggests to the > other, listening with interest to the exchange between Dana, Brady and > John. Sounds like a plan to me, Saif. Mark, you wouldn't happen to have any textbooks on math, or anything in English, would you? Greg ---------- From: gdinkelm@ccs.lmco.com[SMTP:gdinkelm@ccs.lmco.com] Sent: Tuesday, December 09, 1997 10:12 AM Subject: RE: Bamf [33] "Eureka!" he yelled... > From Seanchai@compuserve.com Sat Dec 6 12:29:50 1997 > >>"John! Boy aren't you glad you hang out with us? Now your in a world of > Germanic speakers who hang people and carry swords! When is Brett showing > up? He is about the only one missing... Besides Kelli..."<< Do you speak German, John? > > I pause to consider my bearings, my black duffle bag in hand. When I see > Dana, Brady, and Greg, looks of surprise and disbelief war for control of > my expression. Then my face settles into something akin to disappointment. > "What are you guys doing here?" > I set the bag down. "What are we doing here? Why are we here?" Must be Brett's fault. :) He's the only one not here. Greg ---------- From: Seanchai[SMTP:Seanchai@compuserve.com] Sent: Tuesday, December 09, 1997 5:49 PM Subject: RE: Bamf [33] "Eureka!" he yelled... Brady writes: >>"Mostly we are trying to find a way home."<< "Oh." Greg writes: >>Do you speak German, John?<< "Nope. But I can learn languages quickly. Do you have someone who speaks it and English?" When the suggestion is made to go upstairs, John picks up his bag and gets ready to follow those who do. John ---------- From: gdinkelm@ccs.lmco.com[SMTP:gdinkelm@ccs.lmco.com] Sent: Wednesday, December 10, 1997 7:41 AM Subject: RE: Bamf [33] "Eureka!" he yelled... > From Seanchai@compuserve.com Tue Dec 9 18:11:17 1997 > >>Do you speak German, John?<< > > "Nope. But I can learn languages quickly. Do you have someone who speaks > it and English?" Steve and Mark, both. I think little Dana, as well. Greg ---------- From: Marshall T. Vandegrift[SMTP:marsh@intrlink.com] Sent: Wednesday, December 10, 1997 5:53 PM Subject: RE: Bamf [33] "Eureka!" he yelled... [ I'm sorry about not responding to this turn, but I've been a touch busy. ] I guess I'll just kind of hang around until something happens... (i.e., I'm too lazy to read all those game messages right now :-) ). Marshall T. Vandegrift (mailto:marsh@intrlink.com)