Subj:	 [ffml] [MW] Crossing the barriers of water since 1945...
Date:	00-02-14 19:22:03 EST
From:	darklord@compusmart.ab.ca (His Dark Lordship)
Reply-to:	ffml@onelist.com
To:	ffml@onelist.com (ffml)

From: His Dark Lordship 

Turan looked over the operation. He swore.

The fucking Domans had taken out the bridge. The already blood mad troops
were anxy, and some had even attempted swimming the shallow parts of the
water.

The valley was a downward slope. In some areas, passable, in others it was a
straight drop. It was ship able but ferrying soldiers across would be
futile due to the Figaro Navy.

Instead, Turan was relying on using both the Vectorian Artilery as well as
the artilery from Southvale. He was also ordering espionage missions by
dressing Vector troops up as Domans and stranding them on a small piece of
isolated land, and then killing most of the Figaro sailors once on board.
He had aquired several ships this way.

Elsewhere, the captured citizens of Southvale had been put to work. Turan
was constructing a small mini-fortress to shield his artillery as he
attempted to open a decent shipping line.

Several of the more displined soldiers were attempting to semi-reconstruct
the bridge out of the available materials. While they had made a bridge
strong enough to get a suit of magitek armour across, marching an army
across this bridge would be futile.

Turan was mainly relying on the airforce to ferry his soldiers across. Even
then, however, he held back on moving more than scouting units so that the
Domans couldn't blast away the small troop groups that would be waiting for
re-enforcements.

He stared at the bridge. He wished he could fix the bridge himself.

He looked in the bag he kept at his side. He looked at the dreaded
Necromonicon Ex Mortus inside. Maybe...
-- 
The eternal lord of darkness...


Subj:	 [ffml] [MW] A quickie.
Date:	00-02-16 20:15:15 EST
From: His Dark Lordship 

Turan perused the Necromonicon. He had been for the past few days. The
operation itself was functioning somewhat, though the Figaro Navy had
stopped picking up would be strandeds.

He sighed. He couldn't figure it out.

He felt it's voice in his head.

"Oltra Sona Peral"

He sighed. Mogomra had been feeding his head for sometime now.

He chanted the words. The stones from below the sea were suddenly afloat,
but not airborne.

"Hey, what's up?" asked Cartman from behind him.

"I'm trying to fix this stupid bridge."

"Ha!" laughed Cartman. "That's easy. Watch the master."

Slowly, the floating rocks flew from the water. In an amazing form of
conjoinment, they rebuilt the bridge. It didn't look scratched by the time
it was done.

Turan groaned.

"Why didn't you do that sooner!?!"

Cartman shrugged.

Turan quickly rallied the soldiers and soon they were marching across the
bridge.

* * * * * *

Junior looked up. The bridge was fixed. By whom, though?

Had the Magitek regiment told Turan? Yes, but he probably thought he was
dead.

If only the Domans understood.. if only...

Had he not been underwater, you would see his tears...
-- 
The eternal lord of darkness...

"And if our dreams sometimes come true, then what of our nightmares?"


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