Date sent:      	Sun, 31 Mar 2002 23:18:23 -0500
From:           	Alan Harnum <harnums@thekeep.org>
Subject:        	Motoko - Log 112
To:             	ranma@KU.EDU

31/03/02
Logfile from Kawaiimuck
Motoko asks, "OOC:  Okay, ready.  Want me to pose the last line?"

Nanbara says, "OOC YEs.  "

Motoko lies back and arranges herself in the most fetching way a
beautiful naked woman can upon an altar, which is pretty
fetching.  "Oh, do be gentle," she says meekly.  "For I am so
slender and delicate, and you are so great and strong."

Mitsune pushes Narya down into a cross-legged position, sitting
on the altar, and then she stands upon it.  "Let's see if you can
meditate through this, young monk."  And then she begins to
dance, whirling to the beat which fills the room with its power,
her hands sliding up and down her naked, muscular, curvaceous
body.  Narya stares at her, eyes bugging out as she whirs,
kicking her legs up over his head.

Moonshade grins.   "Delicacy is my middle name, oh gentle maiden,
who I have rescued from peril."  She kneels over Motoko and
kisses her gently on the lips.  "For I am the daughter of Nienna,
whose tears pour out wisdom and kindness, the very soul of
gentleness."

Motoko says, "OOC:  There we go."

Motoko kisses Moonshade back, running a hand through her hair.
"Isillome," she murmurs as their lips part.  "You crept into my
heart so subtly."

Mange has arrived.

Moonshade kisses Motoko back, then says softly, "Melokewen, after
my first mistakes, I thought you and your family would hate me
forever."  She runs her hands along Motoko's sides, and smiles.
"I never could have dreamed it would come to this."

Mitsune continues to dance.  Narya reaches towards her longingly,
but she keeps just out of his grasp, a spinning sensual dervish.
He is breathing heavily as he stares at her.

Motoko reaches up both her hands to twine them round Moonshade's
waist, clasping them round the small of her back.  "The world
always seems to surprise us, Isillome," she says gently.  She
pulls herself up off the altar a little via her grip and dots
kisses on Moonshade's cheek and throat and neck.  "My Sword, you
are lodged in my heart, and nothing shall ever pull you free."

Narya rises to his knees, but Mitsune pushes his head down, and
then dances very close to him, then moves back, lost in the
ecstasy of her dancing.  His eyes cross slightly as he
concentrates, trying to hold back as she obviously wants him to.
"Mitsune..." he says, longingly.  "Mitsune...."

Moonshade's hands begin to roam all over Motoko's body, as she
breathes heavily, with great longing in her eyes.  "I was so full
of rage," she says softly.  "I wanted to kill Pop for leaving Mom
like that.  But Jacqui enabled me to let go of that.  And you
gave me something else to live for.  I am your Sword, and I will
whoop the shit out of whoever you tell me to strike."  She kisses
Motoko on the lips.  "As Mom would say...let's touch the heavens
together."

Mitsune smiles.  "Do you want me?"  "Yes," Narya breathes out.
"Do I tempt you, good monk?" she asks.  "Beyond what I can bear,"
he says.  She dances in close, and he reaches for her, and she
whisks away, though his fingertips touch her side just for a
moment.  "Then dance with me," she says.  She holds out her
hands, and he rises up and takes them, and joins into the whir of
the dance.

Motoko moans and shivers, clasping her body against Moonshade's
and pressing her lips to the hollow of Moonshade's throat.  She
moves her own hands to urge Moonshide down on her side on the
altar, rather than above her.  "Let the Bride attend to the
preparation of her Sword," she murmurs against Moonshade's
clavicle.

Narya and Mitsune whirl together like dervishes on their altar,
coming in close, then far apart.  Both of them begin to moan
louder and louder as they dance, leaping between each other's
legs, and being lifted high into the air.  To the great throbbing
beat which fills the air, they dance faster and faster.  Mitsune
says, "Show me the path of holiness, Narya."  He replies, "Show
me the path of joy, Mitsune."  They kiss once, twice, a third
time as they spin in close to each other.

Moonshade lets herself be guided down, moaning and running her
hands along Motoko's back.  "Come and get me, baby," she says,
smiling.  "And I will show you the light of the Two Trees, and
the song which sung the stars into place."  Her voice keeps
wavering from her usual gruff voice to a much more polished one
with a discernable accent.

Motoko strokes a hand along Moonshade's body from knee to breast
and smiles.  "To-day," she says softly, "we have the naming of
the parts.  These are the fingers, so very strong, but also
capable of great gentleness."  She raises them to her lips and
lightly kisses them, one by one.  "And this is the wrist... and
the forearm... and the inside of the elbow... and the bicep..."
She follows each part with her fingers and a trail of kisses.
"And this is the shoulder... and your throat, from which your
lovely voice comes... and the breasts--I note, considerably
larger than mine--and I believe this is a nipple, of a most
pleasing colour..."  Her free hand roams down around Moonshade's
lower body, tracing loose geometries about her navel.

Mitsune and Narya's bodies come together, and they continue to
dance in a lockstep, but now with their bodies pressed close
together, from groin to lips, their arms and legs flying about in
harmony as they move to the music which surrounds them.

Moonshade begins to moan softly as Motoko caresses her, running
her own hands up and down Motoko's back with the careful control
and gentleness of someone who knows and fears their own strength.
As Motoko caresses her, she moans louder and louder at the
touches and kisses.  "And this is the Sword getting
wo...woooooo....worked uppppp...."

And you feel a flash of her mind, of a much younger Moonshade
lying in a field of flowers with a handsome man, who is caressing
her sides, and telling her he will love her to the day he dies.
And she pulls him down on her and the memory fades.  And you feel
a flash of her fear, for she remembers the day he died and she
did not.

"Very good, very good," Motoko murmurs around a nipple.  "The
Sword must be properly polished."  She reaches down and slides
her hand up and down Moonshade's outer thigh, sometimes creeping
her fingers like the legs of some small insects, sometimes
rubbing with the palm in flat circles.  I will never leave you,
Isillome, she replies silently, as she moves her lips to go to
work on the other breast.  I will keep you always at my side.

Mitsune and Narya wind in closer together, arms around each other
now, bodies twisting in serpentine fashion as they dance with the
flexiblity of expert and nimble shapeshifters.  Their minds
touch, memories and fantasies blurring together, as their bodies
move in unison.  Mitsune begins to moan with delight.

Moonshade moans happily at the delicate touches, arching her back
to thrust her ample breasts up towards Motoko.  "I will stay by
your side, so long as the Great Song lasts, that we might sing it
together, and make a world as my...my....Mother did with my
Uncles....oooohhhh..."  Her voice deepens an octave, and she
says, "If I complain about Sansacure not being good enough, have
Davros....ooooohhh....whack me in the back of the head, and lock
me up 'til I shut up....oooohhh....never going to leave your
side...cause my legs won't work...oooohhh...."

Motoko's hand creeps between Moonshade's thighs and begins to
linger around the outer edges of her lips, rather hesitantly.
Her lips and her other hand pay very careful attention for a
little while longer to Moonshade's breasts, and then begin to
creep lower as she slides her body down the altar to gain easier
access to the most intimate parts of her lover's body.  She
freezes for just a moment when Moonshade makes the reference to
her previous Sword, but, caught up in the passion of the moment
like a leaf within a twister, she soon finds her fire again and
traces a circle round Moonshade's navel.  "We will make worlds
together, love," she murmurs.  "Worlds without end... I will sing
with you, with Davros, with Mitsune..."

Mitsune's back arches, and she cries out with pleasure, then
cries out again.  Narya doesn't miss a beat, but continues to
dance with her, bodies pressed close, their torsos bending at
angles which would kill normal humans.  In the depth of their
minds, they dance atop his old pillar, as the stars sing loudly
and the desert sands strum out the tune of their dance.  Wolves
circle the pillar in their minds, chasing foxes, then being
chased in return, in an elaborate line dance.

And then Moonshade begins to sing in Quenya, the words rising up
within her, the love song of Beren and Luthien.  Beren was a
mortal man, and Luthien the daughter of an elf and a Maiar.
Though her father stood against them, and assigned Beren an
impossible task to gain her hand, she forsook all for love to
follow him, and not even Morgoth himself could stand against
them.  Her hands roam along Motoko's body as Motoko looms over
her intimately.  And within her mind, Motoko sees Moonshade's
memory of their first kiss, in a room within the Keep of the Five
Worlds, and knows the longing she has felt ever since.

Motoko shivers with pain and desire at the beauty of the song, at
the memories and the longing of the kiss in the wake of Moriya's
funeral, a thin spark of love thrown in the face of death.  Tears
come into the corners of her eyes.  Her tongue and lips trace a
line from Moonshade's stomach to the hinge of her thighs.  "Tell
me if I'm doing it right," she whispers nervously, and then her
head falls between Moonshade's legs, tasting her in between
careful strokings with her fingers.

Mitsune cries out again with delight, "Oh, yes, my love
monk....more...more..."  He gives her more, and she howls louder
as they continue to spin and dip and rise, to advance and
retreat, as all the world within their mind joins their
celebration.

Moonshade continues to sing, now telling of how Beren and
Luthien's later travails and tragedies, and of how their love
survived even death, drawing them together again.  With the touch
of her mind, you can feel her mounting pleasure and ecstasy,
which answers your question, as does the wetness which builds in
her nether regions.  Her face is flush with joy.

Mataka begins to pace, carefully not looking at anyone else at
all.  Everyone else looks very restless as well, except for Andy,
who seems quite mellow, perhaps due to the amount of Sipping
Logrus he's consumed in the last half-hour.

There is a huge explosion, but you barely hear it through the
shield, though the shield shakes.

Motoko smiles with relief and redoubles her efforts, tongue and
lips and hands working Moonshade towards a peak as she listens to
the song.  The unfamiliar taste is as sweet to her as all the
other unfamiliarities of this night, and she quakes with her own
longing and desire to be touched, keeping it in check by focusing
herself only on the pleasure of the other.  She cries out in
unison with Mitsune at the dance grows more and more frenetic.

The sun rises inside Narya and Mitsune's hearts, and the wolves
and foxes sing a greeting to it as it rises.  They both howl in
ecstasy in the real world as well, and their dance continues,
slower and sensual now, bodies still pressed together, but not so
frenetic as before.

Moonshade's back arches, and her voice falters, as the conclusion
of the song is replaced by "OH BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
She screams in ecstasy and comes with abandon, her hands suddenly
grabbing Motoko's head and sinking into her hair.

Mataka stares up at the ceiling.  "That was either very good or
very bad," she says softly.

Lincoln replies, "Well, I feel enlightened."

Motoko gasps and slides herself up Moonshade's body, pressing
tight against her, retracing the routes her lips followed on the
descent until she buries her mouth in the valley between
Moonshade's breasts for a long, sweet moment, inhaling the scent
of soap and sweat and arousal, then moving again to Moonshade's
lips.

Akemi pages, "I'm going to fast forward a bit, unless you have
anything else to share with Moonshade, since we just spent an
hour on what we've done with the rites so far." to you.

You page, "Sure thing." to Akemi.

Moonshade then sags down onto the altar and says softly, "Man,
now I'm wondering if Sansacure feels like that when I polish it."
Her hands caress Motoko's head.  "That...ooooh....rocked..."

Mitsune and Narya continue their dance, in reality and in their
minds.

Moonshade rolls Motoko onto her back, and goes to work.  As he
watches this, Morgenstern curses because the tape just ran out.

By the time he manages to get a fresh tape in, Mitsune and Narya
have finished with each other, and so have Motoko and Moonshade.
Morgenstern shouts his rage over untaped porn to the heavens.

Mitsune and Narya finally disconnect from each other.  Mitsune
grins, and says, "C'mon, slowpokes!  The show must go on!"

It is at this moment that there is another huge distant explosion
and the ground rocking.

Motoko shudders.  "Yes," she says, getting to her feet on
trembling legs.  "Let's hurry to the conclusion, so that life can
come again, and this battle can end."

Mitsune nimbly leaps over to Motoko's altar.  Moonshade stumbles
off the one she was on with Motoko and staggers over to the one
Narya is on, then climbs up it.

Motoko stares at Mitsune for a moment, hesitating; then she takes
a deep breath, leans forward, and kisses her deeply.

Narya grins, grabs Moonshade, and puts her into a wrestling hold.
She blinks in surprise, then grins and breaks the hold, trying to
toss him down onto the altar.  He bounces off it, back to his
feet, and comes at her again.  They begin to laugh and wrestle
energetically on top of the altar.

Mitsune wraps her arms around Motoko and kisses her fervently.
Then she steps back away from Motoko for a moment, then shouts,
"RAMPAGING TIGER KISS!"  And she's onto Motoko like a tidal wave
of panicked deer.

Mataka walks over to one of the pillars of the chapel and wraps
her arms around it like it was the only thing in the universe
holding her up.

Motoko gasps and falls back down onto the altar on her back with
Mitsune atop her, fortunately being strong enough to absorb the
weight of the leap without sending them both off the altar.  She
moans aloud as Mitsune's hands strike particular pressure points,
and wraps one leg round Mitsune's back.  Her hands roam
frantically, from back to breast to buttock, and she presses hard
kisses against Mitsune's mouth from her position beneath her,
almost in competition.

Mercutio updates Mercutio's @doing: You die, and we all get
promoted.

Moonshade triumphantly pins Narya's shoulders, but his legs wrap
around her torso and twist, yanking her onto her side, and then
rolling her onto her back.  He wiggles out of her grasp, only to
have her pin his legs with hers.  Moonshade laughs louder.  "Is
this to see who gets to be on top?"

Narya laughs.  "Exactly!"  Moonshade starts to sit up, and he
comes at her again; they continue to roll back and forth.

Motoko can feel Mitsune's mind touch her, sharing memories of fun
times they've spent together, of the pranks she managed to talk
Motoko into helping her pull, of the times when she exploded into
Motoko's quiet life like a river of chaos, shaking up all of
Motoko's certainties.  Her hands roam up and down Motoko's body,
touching her in ways Motoko had never imagined possible, in part
because she never did get a chance to read all of Juri's guide or
to train under a master like Mitsune did.

And then there's a flash of light between the Altars, and Loewen,
Atleby, Yuki, Kodachi, Kunou appear, carrying an unconscious
Nausicaa and Kaede.

Motoko turns her head to the side and, in between moans, asks,
"Are you... evil duplicates... sent to kill us...?"

And Eowyn is there too, as the DM was just reminded.

Viluy wakes up.

Eudial wakes up.

Moonshade pins Narya again, but his joints painlessly dislocate
and he slides out of her grip again, wrapping round her like a
snake.  They seem too caught up in their struggle to notice the
arrival.

Eowyn shouts to Motoko, "I used to be an evil duplicate, but I
got better!"  She sounds ever so slightly hysterical.

Loewen strides over to Mataka and begins talking to her.  "Wu-
Anno will almost certainly attempt to drop us into the Abyss."

Mataka boggles, then says, "And how exactly am I supposed to stop
that?"

Kodachi calls Nixon over, then Nixon huddles with her, Yuki, and
Atleby around Withywindle and Trust on the floor.  They lay the
other logrus foils on the ground (except one which Loewen keeps),
and then begin a magical working as best they can.  Kodachi also
turns and throws the Heart into the middle of the star which
shines in the center of the temple.  It swells in size, and the
power from it visibly grows.  Kunou kneels by Nausicaa and Kaede,
tending their wounds as best he can.  Eowyn tosses healings from
her ring onto them.

Mitsune continues to passionately caress Motoko, kissing and
embracing her, opening her memories and her heart to her old
friend, sharing the good times they spent together with her.

Motoko returns the caresses with equal passion, stroking every
inch of Mitsune's body that she can reach.  "All right," she
gasps.  "In the midst of death, we stand for--uhh--life... the
Rite approaches its conclusion... M-Mitsune... ah!"  She twists
and manages to get a nipple into her lips, which makes her grin
triumphantly.  "You've not got me beat yet," she whispers,
beginning to suck at it.

Rod has connected.

As they wrestle, Moonshade's laughter starts to turn into
moaning, as does his.  They fall to the altar top in a tight
embrace, with Moonshade on top.  Her hand slides down his chest
to his groin and she begins to kiss him fervently.  In between
kisses, she says, "I've been waiting a long time for this."

Narya replies, "Not as long as I've waited, Isillome.  Will you
sing for me?" he asks as he kisses her and enjoys her touch.

More power flows into the shield, and other workings build as
well.  Those who can't cast spells pace in nervous panic.

Far away, Not-Wu-Anno frowns, and turns to the Logrus.  "Can we
send reinforcements in time?"

The Logrus replies, "I ThInK thERe Is No CHOiCE.  I WilL DeFEnD
MySElF.  Go, FIgHT him."

Not-Wu-Anno nods and vanishes riding a Logrus tendril.

Mitsune grins.  "I have years of training.  You think you can
trifle with a champion?  You'll come first or I'll die trying!"
Her mind caresses Motoko's through the touch of their flesh, and
Motoko can feel Mitsune's mind through the hand that slides down
to caress Motoko's slit, spreading warmth, the joyous laughter
which fills Mitsune's soul.  "I...ooooh....am the champ....just
ask....anyone..."

Motoko says, "I... ah!  Beginner's luck... don't underestimate...
me-eeeh!"  She wriggles herself into position to get a hand down
between Mitsune's thighs and begins to penetrate her with one
finger.  "I will... triumph... over--oooh--you, over--ah!--death,
over... oh, Serpent!"

Mitsune says, "I can't imagine death having any power when
you...ooohhhh....oooooohhhhh...."  She giggles, and works on
Motoko, applying her expertise.  "Oooohhhh...yess....yess....."

Moonshade continues to stroke Narya, who moans loudly, and kisses
and caresses her.  It is easy for him to bring her already worked
up body back up the heights.  They smile and kiss each other
fiercely.

Motoko, certainly not having the advantage in physical training,
also begins mental caresses and stimulation, at which she is
considerably more skilled.  Lacking Mitsune's fire and laughter,
she must give long, cool strokes, like flows of water, or the
running of a sliver of ice across the skin.  Her lips press again
and again against Mitsune's flesh, as she twists her body round
and contorts herself along the surface of the altar to gain
access to Mitsune's lower body with her mouth.

The temple rocks.  Unseen by those inside, Not-Wu-Anno appears on
the Serpent's back and whispers it into its ear.  It turns and
dives, and the Wu-Serpent gives chase.

Mitsune purrs with delight at Motoko's touch, continuing to work
on Motoko's body with fierce caresses as Motoko applies her arts
to Mitsune's mind.  She continues to let her hands do the walking
as she pleasures Motoko below.

The others in the room run about, casting spells and fretting
with great power.

Rod has disconnected.

Moonshade wiggles and Narya adjusts, and then he slides up inside
her.  They begin to rock up and down together, their mental
barriers open, sharing memories, of their youths in Valinor and
House Nurgal, of the times spent with parents and friends, of the
people who taught them to fight and set them on the roads they
walk.

Far outside the Temple, Wu-Anno begins firing Logrusfoils at the
Serpent and Not-Wu-Anno as they dive at him with the Wu-Serpent,
now growing weaker, in pursuit.  The Serpent, guided by Not-Wu-
Anno, twists and bends and dodges them all, and they begin
slamming into the not so good at dodging Wu-Serpent.

Motoko squirms, driven close to a peak by Mitsune's expertise.
She presses her lips to the treasure between Mitsune's legs, then
slides her tongue between the folds and reaches up to cover
Mitsune's breasts with the strokes of her hands.  The star in the
temple makes each drop of sweat sliding down her body glisten.
She cries out softly as Mitsune does something particular nice
with her thumb and index finger.  Her awareness of the furor in
the temple is close to nonexistent by now.  The world has
narrowed down to sweat and skin and the taste of Mitsune on her
tongue, to desire and passion and love.

Motoko shivers and cries out again.  Helpless now, memories arise
between  indiscriminately.  The first gentle kiss she ever gave
to Mitsune, the sight of Mitsune in bed with Moriya after their
first night together, and... even then, a strange jealousy?  A
desire?  She is a gate from which light pours; a cavern into
which light is swallowed.

Mitsune howls with pleasure.  "Yes...yes...yES!!!!"  The aroma of
Motoko fills her nostrils, and she drinks it in with delight.
Her body responds eagerly to Motoko's mouth.  The world around
her is non-existant.  The memory of her first kiss in the gardens
of Castle Amber rises up.  Bobsledding with Thoric as he howled
and she laughed.  The same kiss that Motoko remembered with her.
Moriya undressing her in the gardens of the Keep.  Her laughter
at the naughtied diorama.

There is a wink, and Wu-Anno, far outside, vanishes.

Not-Wu-Anno frowns, then whispers to the Serpent and vanishes as
well.  The Serpent turns on the ever-weakening Wu-Serpent and
attacks in a berserkergang.

Motoko screams out loud and lets slip bathing with Thoric in the
wake of the last battle with Serpent's Horn, the two of them
naked shadows in the darkness, the definitions of his body that
she could not help but note, her awareness of him watching her in
the same way, but for once, feeling too happy and content to be
embarassed or furious.  She can't hold any longer.  The recent
memories of her climaxes with Davros and Moonshade come rushing
back and fold in upon her as she howls with the force of her
release with Mitsune.

Moonshade's back arches, and she howls with delight and comes in
a great fury of pleasure.  Narya explodes inside her, moaning
with ecstasy.

Motoko puts a last frantic effort into finishing off Mitsune
near-simultaneous with the rest of them, even as her body
trembles with the force of repeated climax.

Mitsune comes, howling with ecstasy and delight, her body
slamming against Motoko's.  A flood of her memories of Thoric
rise up as Motoko shares hers, and the faint flush of jealousy
she felt when she heard of him being with Jacqui and Mutsumi.  He
had dumped her, after all, and some of her feelings still
lingered.  And the faintest flush of guilt for having driven him
away by being too out of control.  And then the memories submerge
in the ecstasy of Motoko's touch.

And over the city of Rebma, Wu-Anno appears.

Kodachi casts a spell, and Nausicaa and Kaede quietly vanish,
sent away to safety via her spikard.

Yuki looks up at the shining star, and begins to breathe heavily,
then turns and gazes at Lord Atleby.  Her hand comes down to her
belt, and begins to tug it open.  Her face set, she advances on
him.

You page, "Okay, what exactly did we decide on for the finale of
the Rites again?  ^^;;" to Akemi.

And then Wu-Anno descends like a rocket at Lucien, even as a
giant Gabrielle tries to rise up out of the palace and discovers
that trying to do this underwater...DOESN'T WORK WELL.

Akemi pages, "Basically, all four of you together :)" to you.

Motoko sits up, taking Mitsune's hand in hers, heaving out great
breaths.  She stretches out her other hand towards Moonshade and
Davros.  "Now," she says huskily.  "All of us together, to bring
life again to this world."

Kanna OOCly notices the time, glrgs, and head out.  night.

Atleby fails to notice the incoming Yuki, until the hairs on the
back of his neck stand up.

You page, "Well, is Mitsune or Motoko going to do the male thing,
or are we just kinda gonna randomly rut?" to Akemi.

Akemi pages, "Probably you should turn male, as that way, there's
one male from each side of the universe" to you.

Aerianne has disconnected.

You page, "And Mitsune will help keep Motoko, the rather
inexperienced shapeshifter, stable.  Gotcha.  I guess since
Moonshade was just with Davros, it should begin with
Moonshade/Motoko and Mitsune/Davros, though I suspect it'll
probably finish in some kind of kinky group-grope atop one of the
altars." to Akemi.

Eowyn sees this, and begins breathing hard herself.  Her eyes
track over the men in the room, and then she spots Kunou.  She
leaps over in a single nimble leap, then gazes into his eyes.  He
stares at her like a deer in headlights for a moment, then smiles
and pulls off his belt and pulls her into an embrace.

Taking each other by the hand, Moonshade and Davros quickly
sprint over to Motoko's altar.

Motoko takes a very deep breath, and her body ripples slightly.
Her breasts shrink to flatness, her hips narrow, her face changes
subtly, closer to her father's then her mother's.

Property set.

Otoko-Motoko looks down between his legs.  "Well," he says in a
slightly strangled voice.  "Would you look at that?  Practically
instant.  That's really amazing."

Mitsune now takes Davros by the hand and grins and pulls him up.
Moonshade says, "Yeah, I know it's kinda scary the way guys do
that.  It's like magic or something."  And then Moonshade kisses
Otoko-Motoko.

Otoko-Motoko kisses Moonshade back, hard, and, despite being the
weakest member of the group by far, still has quite enough
strength to pick Moonshade up under the armpits and set her down
on the altar at his side.

Otoko-Motoko whispers, "I have absolutely no idea what to do with
this, Isillome, beyond the utterly obvious."

And then Kodachi sees all this, and says softly to the sky, "My
husband, I hope you will not take offense at this.  I will always
love you.  But I must do this, or go mad.  It has been so
long..."  She shivers, and then she turns and strides over to
Loewen, who is trying very intensely to not watch any of this.
She slides a hand along Loewen's arm.  "Lord Loewen, would you
join with me?  Let us be in unison, as our houses have long been
allied."

Moonshade giggles.  "You don't just use it, my love.  First you
have to weaken my defenses with your hands and your tongue.  And
THEN you nail me with the spear."

Mataka wimpers.  "Hoji.  Hoji.  Only think of Hoji.  I'm going to
go mad AND DIE!  HOJI, WHY DIDN'T YOU COME WITH ME?????"

Moonshade says, 'It's like boar hunting, except that I LIKE it."

Otoko-Motoko says, softly, "I understand, Isillome.  The hands
and tongue, I can handle that part."  He kneels to put his head
between her thighs, and manages to whack his spear on the surface
of the older.  "Ow!  Ow!  DAMN IT--sorry, Isillome.... all right,
I think I've got it out of the way for the moment..."

On the Rebman battlefield, Lucien pulls his sword out from a dead
Wu. He blinks, then, as from somewhere high above comes the
strains of 'When Johnny Comes Marching Home Again'. Frowning, he
looks up.

Above him, Wu-Anno, straddling a huge bomb, whoops and waves his
cowboy hat over his head. And plummets. Very, very quickly.

Davros kisses Mitsune fervently, pushing her down and then
beginning to suck upon her breasts.  Their minds join again, as
they make love in the heart of a deep forest.

Loewen says softly, "It has been decades, Lady Kodachi.  And your
husband is so recently buried.  And you see what I have become."
He holds out his arms.  "I am no fit partner for a beautiful
woman like yourself."

Otoko-Motoko begins doing work with his hands and tongue upon
Moonshade's lower lips and clitoris, something which doesn't
require that much of a change in technique when you're male.

Thankfully.

Kodachi says, "Lord Loewen, my husband used to turn into a
whirling cloud of razors.  Do you turn into a whirling cloud of
razors at odd moments, reducing the bed to ribbons?"

Lord Loewen says a little nervously, "Not that I know of."

Kodachi undoes her belt and opens her robes.  "Then let us forget
our pains and loss together.  For I have been a monster, and love
redeemed me.  And you still bear your scars, but I do not care,
for I will not flinch to show you mine."

Loewen gives a groan, and tosses his Logrusfoils to Lincoln.  "I
expect to get those back, Lincoln!"  and then his eyes flash and
he pulls Kodachi into a passionate embrace.  She gestures with
ehr spikard and his clothing flies off.

Yuki's naginata flashes, slicing off Atleby's clothing.  He
stares at her in shock, and then she's onto him.

Moonshade howls with delight and brings her hands down to stroke
along Otoko-Motoko's spear.

Mitsune and Davros writhe about, bodies constantly shifting,
their hair and skin colors changing, growing taller nad shorter
as they embrace.

Otoko-Motoko trembles at the touch.  He raises his head and
begins to kiss his way up Moonshade's torso, bringing his
trembling weapon closer to her sheath.  Then he presses its tip
up against the entrance, gulps nervously, and slides it in.
"Tell me if I'm going too fast, Isillome," he murmurs, sounding
embarassed for the first time since the Rite began.  He pauses
briefly.  "Or too slow."

Nixon turns and looks at Grant.  Grant says, "HELL NO.  Stay away
from me!"  He starts backing up as Nixon advances towards him.

Jackson has more sipping Logrus.  "Good thing I'm not a randy
drunk," he observes.

Mataka shouts, "DAMMIT! I NEED HOJI AND I NEED HIM
NOOOOOOWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!"

Moonshade says, "Harder.  Faster.  FASTER!"  She thrusts herself
up Otoko-Motoko.

Mitsune and Davros writhe frenetically, tumbling about, laughing
and kissing and touching and working each other up.

Many other couples now writhe on the floor.

Mataka begins shouting at the spikards, "IF ANYONE CAN HEAR ME,
SEND ME HOJI NOW!!!!!!!"

Otoko-Motoko says, both terrified and aroused, "Yes, Isillome",
and goes harder.  Faster.  Faster.  She watches Mitsune and
Davros as much as she does Moonshade, and, keeping one hand on
Moonshade's hips for support, reaches out towards them.

Mitsune tries to reach for Otoko-Motoko, but she can't reach her.
Narya's hand extends out, his arm growing longer, to grasp Otoko-
Motoko's hand.

And then you hear the voice of Morgenstern.

Morgenstern says, "Is Hoji that kinda weasely dude?"

Mataka shouts, "I don't know who you are, but he is NOT
WEASELY!!!!!!"

Otoko-Motoko clasps Narya's hand and links all their minds
together as they built towards release.

And far away, outside of New Rebma, Wu-Anno shines like the sun.

Otoko-Motoko says, "We must... fill ourselves up with light...
the final peak approaches... new life lies beyond..."

Narya says, "We must be light.  We must shine.  We must give
birth..."

Morgenstern says, "Right, hold on, lemme see if I can find 'em."

Moonshade says, "We will shine...ooooh....like the Two Trees
did....like the Great lamps in the springtime of Arda...."

A wave of destruction races over the armies towards New Rebma.
And the power of the Water Jewel rises up to meet it.

Otoko-Motoko shapes an image for the four of them.  A dream to
reach towards.  All four of them, moving together with the ease
born of long practice but undimmed passion, in a large bed in a
room whose windows overlook the streets of the Courts.

They latch onto the image, and fill it with items, with swords
and paintings, and books and clothing lost on the floor, all the
things which make the room more and more real as they pour their
imaginations into it.  And in the dream, they move with you.

And then Hoji pops out of Ouroubous, and lands on Mataka,
shouting, "No!  Lord Loewen-sama said I had to lead the defenses
of...Mataka, what are you doing here?"

Mataka grins a hungry smile.

Mataka says, "Three guesses, and the last two don't count!"

And then she demonstrates how fast someone with high strength can
get a man out of a suit.

Otoko-Motoko thrusts into Moonshade, and, at the same time,
receives thrusts from Davros in the vision, and in another
vision, moves together with Mitsune, and all four of them are
together, driving towards a point where all the boundaries
between them will be erased, when they will become as pure light,
as a new star.

Chaos meets Order at the gates of New Rebma, and Chaos rages its
madness, tainted by the Abyss.  Order calls upon the strength of
the tides, the mysteries of the seas.  And Chaos begins to
recede.

Couples writhe together all around them, passion feeding into the
star which shines high above.

The star grows brighter and brighter.  The sign of Kundali around
it writhes in abandon.

The four on the altar feel their minds dissolving, their
oppositions uniting to form the whole, the passionate embrace of
Order and Chaos which shields the world from the darkness which
lurks outside it.  The creative union of opposites.

Otoko-Motoko gasps and throws himself herself fully into
dissolution and release and union, something he she has never
dared to do before; to do so would be to be far too vulnerable,
but now the time has come, it is the highest time of High
Summer...

The star builds, brighter and brighter and brighter.

Narya spreads his arms wide and becomes Mitsune becomes Moonshade
becomes Motoko becomes Davros becomes Isiewen becomes Isillome
becomes Melokewen becomes Loewen becomes Kodachi becomes Atleby
becomes Yuki becomes Kunou becomes Eowyn becomes Hoji becomes
Mataka becomes...

Order drives forth from Rebma, driving back Chaos, driven by the
power of the Blue Knight and by Nagisa, who sweats bullets as he
holds the Water Jewel and Gabrielle holds him and they pour
everything they have into it.

And then the world of the dead rises in your sight.

Property set.

A parched and barren land, for its Serpent has fallen to
darkness, and it has been tainted and consumed and turned into a
world of the undead.

And you all become part of the star, and the star rises into the
sky, and the Wu-Serpent howls, and falls to the coils of Siva

And Siva joins with the star.

And then the Star goes nova, and the power of the Serpent washes
over the land.  Black and white and grey bloom into color.

And the world is reborn.  The power rushes out across shadow in a
great wave, a shadow storm that brings life instead of death.

And the fallen Wu-Serpent's skin begins to writhe

And to fill itself once more.

Motoko glides over the remade world, a wave of light, resisting
for the moment the tug back towards her body, revelling in the
magnificence of what has been accomplished.

And all the world is born anew.

And far, far across shadow, the wave meets another wave, a wave
of newborn Pattern, and collides with it, and they embrace.

And the armies of Wu-Chaos are transformed, falling unconscious
as their Wu-souls burn away, then reviving as their old souls are
released from their imprisonment.

All the minds of those within the rite glide across the land.
For a moment, something which might have been Davros gestures at
a certain lonely desert, and it blooms with flowers, and a pillar
appears.

A part of a part that might be Motoko casts down a spear upon a
barren space of blank sea.  Islands rise, teeming with green
life.

The last tides of Chaos recede, and the folk within Rebma steel
themselves to gaze on the battle field.

Mitsune tweaks the fabric of shadow, and a pleasant beach house
arises.

You page, "What will happen to the souls of those whose bodies
were destroyed, like Lady Suroth?" to Akemi.

Moonshade sings the Ainudaile, and Arda is reborn as the Ainur
join her song.

Akemi pages, "They'll go to the Nest of the Serpent to rest and
heal until they're ready to reincarnate." to you.

You page, "*nod*" to Akemi.

And then, the souls are drawn back to their bodies, having seen
the world reborn.

Motoko gasps as she flies back into her body and sits up on the
altar.

Moonshade cuddles up to Motoko.  Mitsune twists to sit in Narya's
lap, cuddled up to him.

Motoko puts her arm around Moonshade and kisses her cheek.  "We
did it, Isillome," she says softly.  "We did it."

Many other couples groan and sit up together.  Grant finally
smacks Nixon upside the head, saying, "STOP CALLING ME
DESMONDA!!!!!"

Andy Jackson says, "The boss is gonna regret he missed seeing
this."

Lincoln says, "I regret no one told me to bring my wife."

Morgenstern . o O (Don't find my cameras yet...don't find the
cameras yet...)

Motoko hops off the altar and lands delicately on the floor,
looking quite unashamed of her nakedness.  "Thank you, all of
you," she says formally, but with great joy.  "The Serpent has
blessed our efforts and made his light to shine upon us.  May he
shine even brighter upon those who made the ultimate sacrifice to
bring us to this point."  A wave of sadness passes across her
face for a moment.  "Death has no dominion here any longer."

Kuonji Ukyou falls asleep.

Mercutio updates Mercutio's @doing: Dynamite DEATHMAMBO!

Motoko says, "Let us cleanse ourselves, and go out to the new
world."

Motoko says, "There is still much work to do."

Narya, Mitsune, and Moonshade jump down and join Motoko, smiling
brightly.  Narya takes Motoko's hand, then Mitsune's, then grows
a third arm so he can take Moonshade's hand too.  "Yes, let us
cleanse ourselves so we can go forth."  He glances at all the
other couples.  "Before the line forms."  He winks.

Motoko murmurs, "You're the one with the spikard, dear Narya."

Narya laughs.  Then he gestures at the 'bathhouse' which was set
up earlier.  Hot soapy water rises up and settles down on
everyone, and starts scrubbing people of its own accord.

Kodachi smiles and gestures, and Ouroubous flies onto her hands.
And then she gestures and cold water begins to fly about, rinsing
in the aftermath of the hot soapy water.

Motoko giggles and turns from side to side, quickly cleaning
herself.  Then she begins pulling on her regular clothing.
Slowly, she begins to look around.  At all the people in the
Chapel with them.  "A bit more of an audience than I expected,"
she says softly.  She looks around at them again, then says, with
some sadness, "Number the fallen for me, please."

Motoko says, "And name them."

Loewen stands, holding Kodachi with one arm.  Or perhaps she
stands, holding him up.  Then Loewen says, "Too many to list by
name have fallen.   So I will speak only of those who I know you
know, and who I know for sure have perished."

Loewen says, "Suroth felled Morgan.  She died fighting, in the
way of a true warrior."

Motoko closes her eyes.  "It was how Morgan would have wanted
it," she says quietly.  "Though I would rather she had not fallen
at all."

Kodachi says softly, "Princess Hiko sacrificed herself to defeat
Suroth."

Loewen says, "The blood of Chaos flowed in their veins.  They
both died bravely, fighting against the enemies of the Serpent.
Whatever their past sins, I am sure the Serpent has gathered them
into his Nest, to hold and comfort them until it is time for them
to put on new flesh."

Mataka says, "Buchanan, Taft, Roosevelt, and Coolidge all gave
their lives helping us to defend the chapel after we had secured
it."

Loewen says,"I fear some of my Ten Swords have fallen, but I was
not able to confirm any deaths."

Motoko shudders at the news of Hiko's death.  "Both of them... I
can't..."  She turns and leans heavily against Davros.  "I am
sure they fought valiantly," she says softly.  "I am only sorry I
could not have fought beside them."  She nods to Mataka.  "I will
remember their names as well, Mataka."

Motoko takes a heavy breath.  "Let us go up and see what this
world has become, then, my friends."

Atleby says, "We managed to save Kaede and Nausicaa, but it was
REALLY close."

Motoko pauses and looks over at Yuki and Atleby.  "I know
everyone here but you," she says slowly to Atleby.

Davros embraces Motoko firmly.  "The Serpent will hold them and
comfort them, my love.  All those who fell."

Motoko whispers fiercely, "I will remember them.  All of them."
She shakes with repressed grief and fury.  "What am I to tell
Aunt Juri?" she says, with something close to despair.

Atleby wilts slightly under the gaze, seeming to suddenly realize
he's naked with a muscular blonde half curled around him.  He
says softly, "I am one of Lady Kodachi's retainers, Bride of the
Dragon.  I am a third cousin..."  He pauses.  "Or maybe it's a
second cousin once removed.  Anyway, I am a distant relation of
Lady Talia, through her father, Lord Alars.  Umm, anyway, I am
Lord Atleby of House Alars.  It's...a pleasure to meet you.

Mitsune's fox ears pop up at the name.

Davros holds Motoko tightly.  "I do not know, beloved.  But we
can tell her together.  I fear this is not the end of the
fallen."

Motoko looks over at Lord Atleby and smiles.  "It is a pleasure
to meet you, Lord Alteby," she says.  "I saw a little of your
work from the walls.  You were most valiant."  She looks at Yuki
and winks.

Yuki blushes.  "Tir'na'nog knew better than we thought, I think.

Mitsune says, "Going to write a book about all this, hmm, Lord
Atleby?"

Lord Atleby says, "Hmm, a book.  That could be fun.  I always
wanted to write a book."

Motoko asks, "So it seems."  She begins to walk towards the main
doors of the Cathedral, arm in arm with Davros.  "Be sure to put
some clothing on before you come outside, all right?"

Mitsune says, "Time to unnaughty the diorama."

She giggles.

And the four of you stride out into the sunlight as behind you,
many people get dressed desperately.

Motoko says, "The night is over."  She pauses.  "For us, at
least."

You can see ex-Wu Chaosians staggering confusedly to their feet,
as the survivors of your army gaze about in wonder.

Davros says, "And for many others as well.  They are finally
free, after four hundred years of slavery."

Motoko says, "Though for some, no new day will ever dawn.  At
least not in this world."  All the same, she looks about in
wonder, searching especially for faces she knows.

Davros says, "I know, my love, I know."

Mitsune sniffs the air.  "You can smell the flowers," she says
softly.

Motoko sniffs as well, looking rather dazed.  "Indeed.  You can."
She starts searching for Dios.

You spot Dios, standing in the center of the Plaza of the
Serpent, his hands held up to the sky, gazing upwards with a look
of incredulous joy on his face.

Motoko moves towards him, smiling.

Dios turns and sees the four of you approach.  He smiles broadly.
"Princess Motoko.  Princess Moonshade.  Davros the Stylite.
Countess Mitsune.  Welcome and well met you are."

Motoko says, "Dios-sama."  She looks up at the sky and says,
softly, "This day has been a long time in coming."

Dios says, "My nightmare is finally over. I can hardly believe it
is all real."

He says, "To finally see my land restored after four hundred
years."

Motoko says, "It was..."  She looks around at her partners,
smiling.  "It was the most incredible experience of my life, what
we just did.  The power of it... and everything coming free...
four hundred years of winter put to end..."

Davros says, "To think we were a part of it..."

Mitsune says, "We came, we came, we kicked ass and took names."

Motoko says, "I feel very relaxed right now.  Very good."  She
looks down at a rainbow-coloured flower sprouting from between
the cobblestones of the Plaza of the Serpent.  "In a little while
it will hit me fully how many have died that we might do this,
and then I know that a very dark grief will descend upon me, but
right now..."  She turns her face back upwards, to feel the sun
upon it.  "Right now, I feel very good."

Dios says, "You have restored the land to which I have dedicated
my life since I was born, Motoko of Amber, Bride of the Serpent.
I owe you a debt I fear I may never be able to repay."

Dios says, "You have been told of Jacqui's success in drawing a
Primal Pattern?"

Motoko stares, then shakes her head.  "No... no, we had not."
Her smile broadens.  "That is wonderful news."

Dios says,

Dios says, "Apparently, they slew nine or ten of Hel's Wu without
suffering a single casualty of their own leadership."

Motoko winces just slightly.  "They seem to have done better than
we did, then," she says softly.  She bows her head and says
something under her breath, too softly for anyone else to hear.

Dios says, "There was a glorious victory by your parents at
Shamber as well."

Motoko says, "We heard of that as we performed the Ritual of
Cleansing."  She takes a deep breath.  "I do believe we are
winning."

He continues, "Hel's forces are reeling.  And I believe Drake has
already unleashed his forces to try to strike the death blows.
Very soon, it will all be over."

Moonshade says, "Woo woo!  My sis kicks ASS!!!!!!"

Motoko nods.  "With her hold on Chaos broken, she has lost a
great deal of her strength.  All those who wage war against our
Courts must now be free as well."

Dios nods.  "Exactly.  We can turn the strength of Chaos,
refreshed by those now redeemed, upon her remaining armies of
enslaved Amberites.  She cannot hope to stand against us."

Motoko says, "This does not mean we can be idle, however."  She
shades her eyes against the sun with one hand.  "Storms still are
coming, and we must prepare to meet them."

Dios nods.  "Yes, we must gather our forces and prepare to
march."

Motoko asks, softly, "Upon Hel's Amber?"

Dios nods.  "Yes.  Although I suspect there's a large chance that
Drake and Jacqueline will finish off Hel before we even get
within eyeshot of her."

Motoko says, "Yes.  It will be too long a march for us to reach
it in time to be of use, I imagine.  A small group via magic or
trump, perhaps, but all the army..."  She looks around at all the
intermingled Chaosians, former Wu and those who fought against
them.  "Look how swiftly they have come together as brothers and
sisters, when just minutes ago they fought each other
desperately," she says softly.  "Surely this is the Serpent's
miracle at work, the rebirth we were promised."

Dios says, "No one can resist the Serpent's love."  He smiles.
"Even before Hel came, we were rarely this happy."

Mitsune says, "I'll never forget this day."

Davros says, "In the Serpent, all become one, and one become
many, ever changing and flowing into and out of each other.  For
we are many children, but with one Father."

Motoko laughs softly at Dios's words.  "I don't think it will
last.  It never does.  But for now, we can enjoy the moment."
She puts her arm around Mitsune.  "Neither will I.  What a...
well... what an experience."

Mitsune grins.  "What an experience.  I wonder if it'll be this
good NEXT year when we do it again."

Davros says, "Hopefully, we won't have to do it as armies rage
around us."

Motoko says, "I very much hope I shall never again have to
perform sex acts in a combat situation, yes."

Motoko says, "Unless it's against some kind of strange monster
that can only be defeated by sex acts."

Moonshade says, "Ack...I just realized that diorama is still set
up in my room in Castle Amber where the staff will find it."

Motoko says, "As I know they must exist in Shadow somewhere."

Davros says deadpan, "The great beast Selibasse."

Motoko pales slightly.  "But we unnaughtied it, didn't we?"

Moonshade says, "I can't remember!"

Motoko begins to look panicked, then takes a deep breath and
relaxes.  "Well, it could hardly remain a secret for long,
considerng the audience we had, and the fact that Morgenstern was
likely filming everything."

Davros says, "I can't imagine how Morgenstern could have reached
through and watched, though."

Mitsune says, "He probably somehow tapped Breath and used it as a
camera."

Motoko says, "I'll make a fuss over it later, when I go back to
being my usual uptight self."

Mitsune kisses Motoko's cheek.  "You're cute when you're uptight.
But it's kind of neat to see you relax for once too."

Motoko says, "I feel very relaxed right now.  Actually, I feel
like..."

Motoko whispers into Mitsune's ear.

You page, "'I feel like taking you somewhere secluded and
snogging madly with you without any religious significance to it
whatsoever.'" to Akemi.

Akemi pages, "Mitsune whispers back, "Tonight, once we've
triumphed, I think the four of us should have a little VICTORY
party.  Or maybe we could pop out to my beach house and all of us
be wicked and wanton for a few weeks, hmmm?"" to you.

Mitsune whispers back to Motoko and grins.

Motoko giggles and looks ashamed of herself.

Moonshade says, "C'mon, share the naughtiness, Motoko."

Davros says, "We have to wait until King Dios isn't watching to
share our naughtiness."  He laughs.

Motoko says, "Er.  Yes.  For purposes of propiety.  Ahem."  She
adopts a stiff posture.  "No public naughtiness.  It is very
inappropriate."

Dios smiles.  "If you need to writhe in abandonment some more,
don't let me keep you."  He makes little shooing gestures.  "We
could all use a little R&R."

Motoko looks tempted for a moment, then shakes her head.  "No.
No writhing in abandonment until this is all over.  What we
should do is go and prepare spells to help defend against the
Shadow storms that will otherwise sweep over the armies on their
march to Amber and do great damage to them."

Dios nods.  "I will consult with Loewen, and we will prepare all
of the Logrus masters to do their part as well."

Motoko says, "What we did, I will not deny it was a great
pleasure for us all.  But we did it as part of the battle.  It
was our war effort.  Until this war is over..."  She nods.  "I
expect you may find him somewhat more agreeable than usual."

Davros says, "More spell racking.  Well, if it must be, then let
us be to it."

And you go to it, as the DM must stop for MASS!

EXTREME CATHOLIC MASS ACTION!!!!! BABY!!!!!