Greyscale Issue V, 1st July 1999 Contents: Editorial News Letters Story End Editorial In case you haven't noticed, Land of Eden's server is currently dead, and learner is currently out of communication. Which means that if anybody did send me e-mails for letters, or stories, or whatever, they didn't get to me. Therefore the letters section is dead as any do-do you happen to mention, and the story this week is by Yours Truly. As mentioned last issue, I am now a free man, and I am currently in the process of designing web-sites. My personal Web Site has suffered one of these, which isn't finished yet, and is available via the Aquarion Designs link on the Greyscale Home Page at http://www.blacknwhite.net/grey/index.html, I would give you a link to it directly, but my Space Providers servers are down, and I am hoping that they will be up soon, My way of delaying you visit is forcing you to wait until the Land Of Eden server is back. Another result of my boredom of staying at home all day was a new design for the Greyscale Web Site, It's not totally serious, but I got bored of the standard black and white colour scheme for Fan-Sites of Black & White and... well... take a look at http://www.blacknwhite.net/grey/test/index.html News Land of Eden is currently down as I type (...which means that the Greyscale Web-Site is too...) but is seems that the main news this week is www.BwWire.com's report that an announcement has been made about the Tribes in the Lionhead Studios(http://www.lionhead.co.uk/cgi-bin/partners/home.cgi?referrer=00003) forum. (do us a favour and use that link when you go there? Add it to your favorites if you want!) Story: The Story So Far:Bob, a humble wood-cutter, has had his pet Bobo stolen by a Black Sorcerer. A local Wise Man has found some information that might help in a book called "Titanic Tales", and started a tale of a man who came to the village many years ago, Larmonn the mad.Wilbur has just discovered via Lamonn's book that a new force has entered the world "You are Correct." Said a voice by the door The newcomer was a man of about medium height; he spoke in soft, educated tones, and looked about 30. Except his hair, which was deathly white. That wasn't the first striking thing about him though. Despite the storm still raging outside, the man did not appear to be wet. Bob recognised him immediately as the person who had offered his assistance on the hill. Wilbur recognised him too: "Lammer" he said, and his voice contained fear "Larmonn" corrected the figure. "Wilbur. So you are still alive, I see." He went up to Bob "I would forget about your dog if I were you" he suggested with menace, "The next time you see it you will not recognise it" Larmonn smiled, It was a expression frighteningly devoid of humour, "And he - It - will not even see you." "What has happened to you Larmonn?" asked Wilbur. "When we last saw you, you were…" "Mad?" Shouted Larmonn, "Because I thought that there were forces of evil coming into our quiet little world? Because I naively tried to warn you of the impending doom? Or because I went out to try to stop it?" "But you died… I saw the tree… the book" "My brother. He ran off with my book, hoping to use it to prove my madness, and get me locked away. I had already gone to face the Disaster" Wilbur scoffed "And did you destroy this 'Disaster'" he said. There was a long pause. "No." said Larmonn very quietly, "It destroyed me." He turned to look at Bob, and for an instant Bob could see directly into Larmonn's soul. What he saw was the soul of a man who has had been taken over by an evil so great that he will never escape its clutches. Then he saw, just for an instant, The terrified core of Larmonn, Still living, but never able to be in control of his own destiny again. And then it was gone, replaced by the cold callousness of the Agent of Evil. "Your pet has been claimed by Master for training. You have forfeited any claim on him as of this moment. When he returns from training he will no longer remember any detail of his time before his abduction." Then Larmonn turned on Wilbur "Ancient one, you are held in respect by some members of this tribe, so I will pass this message to you for distribution to the rest. The storm currently active outside this hut will continue until my Master is satisfied with your worship of him. Members of your village must report to the castle and bow before him. Failure to do so will result in an increase of the storm until the village and all inside it are destroyed. Message ends." And with that Larmonn turned and walked out of the hut, and vanished into the storm. THE END... So Far... What happens next? Answers on a postcard please... Sorry about he length of the length of that, I got carried away :-) Comments and suggestions to the *OLD Greyscale address at greyscale@aquarion.freeserve.co.uk For those of you curious to see the other entries (there weren't any) , or anybody who wants to read the previous stories Go to Http://www.blacknwhite.net/grey/index.html. If you are reading this there, Click on the Storytime link on the left. If you would like to continue the story, write what you think happens next and e-mail it to greyscale@Aquarion.freeserve.co.uk! The End That's all folks! The end of the another issue of Greyscale. If you have any comments, feedback, continuations of the story or articles to submit, e-mail them to greyscale@Aquarion.freeserve.co.uk. 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