From dannimal@engin.umich.edu Wed May 11 21:23:32 1994
Date: Wed, 11 May 1994 16:26:01 -0400 (EDT)
From: Dann Fuller <dannimal@engin.umich.edu>
To: shadows@umich.edu
Subject: Ulysses (130/10)

<<I almost forgot this entirely.  Oh well.>>
 
The war is finally over.  Not that the chaosites were fighting for any 
other reason then for that Tianen bitch to get at the Jewel.
 
The day started much as the last one ended, with me as cosmic telephone.  
As long as it keeps me off the field, it's cool.  As the day draws into 
night, I am called upon to aid Laughter in her transporting of the puca.  
For lack of a better method, we were going to Trump them through ten at a 
time, with three people pulling.  As I was constructing the trumps, Fiona 
stopped in to tell me how inefficient I was.  Good thing, because she 
went so far as to tell me how to build a Trump gate.  Maybe she's not so 
bad after all.  But that's a worry for later.  I get the gate to 
Laughter, and she's a bit surprised to see that I made it.  She brings 
her army through to the designated point, and waits.  Again in the 
morning, life continues much as it has.  Laughter contacts me, and asks 
me to get Fiona to let magic work long enough for her to cast spells.  
Fiona says no, but she will take care of things for Laughter.  It is 
discovered that the puca were being used as listening devices, and that's 
how Chaos had been a step ahead of us, and 20,000 steps ahead of 
Laugher.  Poor girl, she feels bad about leading those puca to their 
deaths.  About midnight, there is an event, that brings attention to the 
roof.  Many chaosites are on the roof, one with a dagger at Random's 
throat.  Tianen is here, she wants Archimedes to abdicate the throne for 
Random, to Tianen.  D'oh.  There is much stalling, and then all hell 
breaks loose.  The scroll goes over the wall, as does Tianen, after I 
give her sketch to Fiona, and Jubal goes wild, and so does Benedict.  
Sandr and I go after the Jewel and Tianen, only to find Cameron down on 
the ground before us, and no Tianen in sight.  Sandr and I head to the 
patter, thinking that she might try to attune herself to the Jewel.  
Nope.  We need to get back upstairs, and quick.  What a day.

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Dann Fuller                Journ Tarmakk             Prince Ulysses of Amber 
Mac/IBM Repair             Chancellor, Eternal Ban   Trump Artist, Alcoholic,
CAEN Service Center        Technicolor Conjuror      Nymphomaniac, and all
313-763-5413               Eternal Citadel, Faerun   around fun guy.
                      --- dannimal@engin.umich.edu ---
             God didn't create the world in 7 days, he screwed 
               around for six, then he pulled an all nighter. 
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