From the Archives: No Clue

I have NO idea what I was going to do with this. One day in 1996, I just sat down and started writing:

Boyce heard scuffling sounds from behind the large oak door. Obviously the Princess and her maids were still preparing for the journey, perhaps the didn’t hear him knock. He looked around the brightly lit hallway, his eyes resting on the ornate tapestries that decoreated every inch of walls. He glanced down at the exquisitely carved wooden chairs that sat on either side of the Princess’ door. These were were Princess’ personal guards were posted, never leaving her side, protecting her even at the cost of their lives. The chairs were presently empty.
He rapped his heavy metal gauntlet against the door again.
“WE HEARD YOU THE FIRST TIME!” cried a highly agitated voice that sounded like small rocks grinding together. He hoped that wasn’t the princess. If it was, this was going to be a long trip.
The door suddenly sprung open, and Princess Gailyn herself stood before him. She was dressed in an impossibly large white dress that swallowed her small, girlish frame. Her hair was straight, but the brown strands hung in an unkempt mess. She was obvioulsy still in the process of… doing whatever it was that women did to their hair.
“PRINCESS,” cried the shrill voice from somewhere in the room, “YOU CAN’T OPEN THE DOOR WITH YOUR HAIR….”
“Isn’t it rather late to tell me I can’t do something after I’ve aready done I, Krill” Gailyn called back into the room.
“Sorry, Your Majesty,” replied the voice, obviously Krill, one of the Princess’ personal servants. The name fit the voice.
The Princess turned to Boyce. She glanced at him briefly, looked past him out into the hallway, and then back at him
“You’re it?” she said.
“Uhhhh…..” Boyce’s mouth hung open as his mind stumbled over itself. He hadn’t expected the Princess to answer the door herself, and he certainly hadn’t expected her to be so… beautiful. As a newer member of the royal guard, he’d lived in the castle for almost a year. He’d seen the royal family before, but only from afar. From across a crowded meeting hall, the Princess was just a figure in a large dress. Up close she was stunning. Boyce regained his composure. “Princess Gailyn, I’ll be your personal guard for the trip. Your usual guards are…”
“Yes, I know. You’re it? Just you? I usually travel with two.”
“Yes, well, just one this time Your Majesty.” Boyce hesititated. Should he tell her his name? Did she want to know? Did she know the other guards’ names? “My name is, Boyce.”
“Pleased to meet you.” Gailyn curtsied and waved her hand toward one of the chairs, “Have a seat. We’re almost done here. Another hour or so.”
Hour! The entorage was supposed to leave in fifteen minutes! Of course, It couldn’t very well leave without the Princess.
“Yes, Your Majesty.” Boyce sat down in the chair to his right as Gailyn closed the door.
She had curtsied. She said she was pleased to meet him. This assignment wasn’t going to be as bad as he thought it was. The Princess wasn’t at all like what he had expected, nothing like the stories he had heard about her mother, the Queen. He’d never met royalty before, so he’d formed his opinions on the stories that the servants and the personal guards had told. No one said much about the Princess, so he assumed that she must be like the Queen. But she wasn’t, she was… human.

Boyce sat opposite Gailyn in the royal coach as it travelled to the Bazaar. It was still dark when they had left the castle, but now the sun was rising and the interior of the coach was illuminated by sunlight that filtered through the cutains on Gailyn’s left. He’d be able to see outside, now. Boyce leaned over and looked out of the window on his right, finally glad to have something to do besides try not to stare at the sleeping Princess. The sudden influx of light awakened her.
“….huh?” she grunted sleepily. With the exception of one long braid down her left side, her hair was still straight, but it was now decorated with a menagerie of combs and flowers. It was hideous. Still, it didn’t subtract from Gailyn’s beauty. Not much, anyway. Gailyn saw the sunlight and sat up. “Morning.” she said.
“Yes.” replied Boyce.
“huh? No. I mean’t Good Morning.”
“Good Morning Your Majesty.” Boyce was on edge; the Princess had spoken to him. Did she speak to Simon and Packart, her usual guards? He didn’t know. The answer to that question could either put him at ease or make his job impossible. He wondered which answer he wanted the most.
The Princess produced a hand mirror from somewhere within the folds of her enormous white dress and began to inspect her hair. Boyle didn’t see exaclty where the mirror came from. A Pocket? Dresses don’t have pockets, do they? He wondered what else she had hidden in that dress. Almost instantly, his mind offered several obscene answers to his posing. He dismissed them with a head-shake and a few eye blinks. This was the Princess, after all.
“What?” said Gailyn.
“Your Majesty?”
“You were looking at me strangely. You shook your head.” she intensified her self-inspection. “Is something wrong with my hair?”
“No, your Maj-”
“Princess.” she interrupted.
“Princess. Call me Princess.” She pronounced it ‘prin-CESS.’ “It’s much easier to say than ‘Your Majesty.’ Save that for my father. I like Princess much better, don’t you?”
“Yes, of course, Princess.”
“Don’t wear it out, though.”
A rebuke! She had rebuked him! He talked to much! The temperature the the coach instantly doubled, and Boyce began to sweat profusely.
“I’m sorry, Prin-” He was talking again! She had just told him to be silent! “I…I…” He was still doing it! He felt like he was being boiled inside his armor.
“Relax, stop squirming. I meant that you don’t have to end every sentence with ‘Princess.’ Let’s not get carried away. Gods, you’re nervous. Let’s get some fresh air.” Gailyn stood and reached above her. Boyce followed he hands and saw that she was undoing a latch in the roof top of the coach. Soon, it swung open, and cold, moring air poured in on them. Ordinarilly, he would worry about getting chilled, but the Princess’s dress was more than enough, and he had his embarrasment to keep him warm. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Whe he opened them the Princess was positioning a small ladder in the center of the coach beneath the hatch. Where had the ladder come from? The dress? No, Boyce remembered seeing it on the floor beneath the front passenger bench when he did his inspection. Why did she have it? Surely she wasn’t going out!
As Gailyn rose up the ladder, Boyce noticed that he still couldn’t see her legs. The dress was too puffy to allow him to catch a glimpse of anything. The top part of her body had already disappeared through the hatch when Boyce rose to object.
“Your M-, Princess! You can’t–uh–you shouldn’t–”
“Don’t worry, I’ve got it.” Gailyn paused as she grabbed ahold of something ouside and then with one sudden jerk she hauled herself out of the coach thourgh the small hatch. Amazingly, the dress did not rip or tear as it’s bulk was squeezed through. Seconds later, Gailyn’s arm reached back throught the hatch, hand outstretched. “Come on. Your armor’s heavy, I’ll help.”
“Damn.” whispered Boyce. She should not be outside, but since she was, he had to go, too. He was not to leave her side. Boyce placed one armored boot on the bottom step of the ladder and started up. He waved the Princess’s had aside, he certainly wasn’t going to have her injure herself trying to lift an armored guard through a hatch.
After much grunting and a few minutes of Boyce’s armor clanging against the hard wood of the hatch, Boyce was once again seated across from the Queen’s daughter. The cold air felt good against his face, which was the only unarmored part of his body. He decided to catch his breath before trying to convince the Princess to go back inside.
“There, isn’t this better.” said Gailyn.
“Yes, but we really shouldn’t be out here.”
“Why not?”
“It’s not safe. There could be snipers, or–”
“Oh, Pah! There are no snipers out here! Besides, who would want to kill me. This is a civilized kingdom; we don’t go around assasinating royalty any more.”
“Still, we should be inside where it is safer.”
“No. I like to see the road. Besides, wouldn’t it be safer to be able to see an attack coming from far off. You can’t see anything from inside the coach. We’d be taken by surprise.”
“Better for them, maybe,” Boyce indicated the royal guards that rode on horseback ahead of, beside, and behind the coaches. “But, since you’re the one being protected, then you should be kept in the safest place. That’s inside.”
“Hmmph. That always worked on Packart.”
Boyce made a mental note: Pacarkt was stupid.
“Well, no matter. We’re staying out here. I like the view.”
Boyce resigned himself to sitting outside in the open air. At any moment, he expected a sniper’s arrow to implant itself in Gaylin’s chest. Or even worse, a spear. Or perhaps some crazed wizard would burst from the trees and let loose with a blast of strangefire that would turn the Princess into a smouldering, bloody smear. The attacker would be captured and killed on the spot, of couse, but the damage would have been done. Boyce would then be escorted back to the castle and summarily executed for gross incompetance. Letting the Queen’s only daughter sit on TOP of the royal coach instead of inside. He surely deserved nothing less than death. His family would be very disappointed. He wondered if they would even come to the execution. He imagined that his mother would be much too distraught to attend; but then, at the few executions that he had attended, the condemed’s family was usually represented, so maybe they would be there after all. He wondered if he would be allowed to say a few words before he was beheaded. Or would he be hung? No matter, he deserved whatever execution the king saw fit to give him for getting his daughter killed. Now, what about the last words?
Boyce was halfway through his apologitic Final Words when Gailyn spoke again.
“Why the sad face?”
“We’re both going to be killed. I really think we should be inside.”
“Oh, that again. Listen, Boyce, we’re perfectly safe up here. And I always ride on top.” She turned her head and yelled over her shoulder, “Isn’t that right, driver? Don’t I always sit up here?”
“Always on top,” replied the old man.
Always on top. A dark portion of Boyce’s mind conjured up an alternate image to fit the driver’s words. Boyce dismissed the image and mentally slapped that deviant portion of his brain into submission.
“I already know that I can’t change your mind, so I’ll just deal with it.” Boyce began to search the trees for snipers and crazed wizards.
“So, do you know what happened to Packart? And Simon?”
Indeed, Boyce knew, but it wasn’t something he wanted to talk to the Princess about. He had already been sworn to secrecy and he hated rumors. Besides, the subject wasn’t… proper.
“There sick. Both of them”
“I know that, but with what? I hope it’s not catching.”
“It isn’t, I visited them at the infermary.” Boyce’s first statement was a lie. The second was true. He he could get around the subject of what exactly had made the guards sick. He didn’t think it was possible, and he wasn’t sure he could manage another lie. Lieing wasn’t one of Boyce’s strong points, especially when authority figures were involved.
“Oh, you know them, then. ”
“No. Not very well. I just wanted to know why they were both sick.”
“And what?”
“It’s not serious.”
“Oh.” She seemed satisfied. Boyce was relieved. “But what was it?”
“It was….a private matter, Princess. I’m sure they’d rather I not say.” The look on the Princess’ face told Boyce that he had just made a huge mistake. Gailyn looked as if she had just been handed a large package and told that there was something special was inside of it just for her. Her royal demeanor dissoved, and Boyce found himself sitting across from a young schoolgirl. One who loved secrets. He’d seen that look on women before. She wouldn’t rest until she had ripped the secret from Boyce. He really didn’t want to play that game with the Princess. For one, she was royaly and he shouldn’t even be speaking to her at all. And two… Boyce didn’t know exactly what ‘two’ was, but he knew there was another reason. He wondered if she would order him to tell. No, it wouldn’t come to that; she’d have it out of him before then. Boyce was already anticipating her plan of attack. First would be the promise of confidentiality…
“Oh, I won’t tell.”
Sure. Boyce held his ground.
“I’d rather not. It’s personal. I found out, but I’m sure they wouldn’t want…”
The assertion of futility was always next.
“It’s no use not telling. Whatever it is is probably all over the castle by now. Besides, I can find out as soon as I return.”
“Very good. I’m sure the royal healer will be able to explain it better than I can.”
Gailyn paused for a moment. Clearly, she hadn’t expected that one. Then she continued with the allusion to familiarity.
“But we’re all friends. They’ve been my guards for… I don’t know how long. Packart taught me how to-”
“Then I’m sure you’ll go and see them when we return. They can tell you themselves.”
“You can’t do this to me. You’ve gotten me so curious I can’t stand it. Don’t torture me like this.”
Guilt. Next would come Bribery.
Begging? Already? Bribery would be next, then.
“I’ll tell you a secret.”
“Whatever it is, I’m sure it is a secret for a good reason.”
“It’s about you.”
“Me?” What had the Princess heard about him? What did she know? Was it good or bad? Boyce had to know, but he couldn’t just give in. “No matter. I don’t take stock in rumors, especially about me.”
“Oh it’s no rumor. I heard it from a reliable source.”
Boyce had to find out what she knew about him. It was probably nothing, but then there were things that he had done while drunk…
“It’s about Feth-Ann.”
Bingo! Feth-Ann had indeed been one of those things he had done while drunk, and then again while sober, a few months ago. She was one of the royal chambermaids, not very pretty, but Boyce liked her. A little. They’d been together only a few times befory he broke it off. It just wasn’t going to work. Boyce was too dedicated and Feth was too… strange. But that wasn’t a secret. He was surprised the Princess knew, but that wasn’t anything to bribe him with. There must be something else. Something about him and Feth-Ann. The bottom dropped out to Boyce’s stomach as he realized a possibility. What if Feth was pregnant! ”
“Gods! She’s not p–”
“Uh-uh-uh. It’s a trade, remember? Secret for secret. Tell me about Simon and Packart. Please.”
The ‘please’ was a taunt. There was no need for formality, she knew she had him.
Boyce searched for a pleasent way to tell her about her personal guardians, members of the elite Royal Guard, noble and upright, who had both contracted the Dripping Fire from a castle chambermaid.
“They, uh, both… They…”
“Out with it, guard!” Boyce’s struggle for diplomacy was making the Princess impatient.
“Their loins drip with fire, Your Majesty.” There. He’d said it. Boyce blushed a deep red and looked around for a large, heavy object to crawl under. There weren’t too many to be found on top of the royal coach.
“They what?”
Great, she didn’t understand. Now, he’d probably have to explain.
“They… They caught something from a woman.” That should be sufficient. Understanding dawned on Gailyn’s face. Then she laughed. Loudly. So loudly, in fact, that several of the guards turned to look.
“Poor Simon! And Packart!” Gailyns hysterics did not impy pity.
“It’s not very funny, Your Majesty. They’re in a lot of–”
“From the same woman? Did they both get it from the same woman?”
“Who? And how did they both come to get it at the same time?”
“Well, she’s a particularly, uh, lusty woman.”
“One of the chambermaids.”
“I said ‘Who?'”
“I’m not surprised. I wonder how many more of the Guard will be dripping flames by the end of the week.”
“You know of her?”
“I know of everything that goes on in the castle. Almost. Princesses don’t do much, so I collect gossip. It’s a hobby. ”
“Well, what information has your hobby brought you about me? It was a trade, remember.”
“You and Feth.”
“Yes, what about her.”
“What do you think it is?”
“Is she… Is she going to have a baby?”
Gailyn erupted in another fit of laughter.
“Well, is she?”
“No. I’m sure she’d like to though”
Boyce was relieved.
“What do you mean she’d like to?”
“Feth has a different kind of fire in her loins. For you.”
“Well, uh… that is, we… but that’s over now. Has been for a while.”
“Does she know that?”
“Of course! I’m no scoundrel! I told her! We talked!”
“Oho! Why so defensive, Guard?”
“It wasn’t like you said.”
“I didn’t say anything. I just asked a question and you filled in the rest yourself. My tutors say that that means you feel guilty.”
“Not true. We aren’t together, never really were.”
“That’s not what I heard. I heard that you two were an item.”
“Where’d you hear that? Who told you?”
“Feth did. But don’t worry, you’ve got another chance; she still loves you.”
“You didn’t know, did you? Men never do.”
“That’s all I hear when she’s attending me… Boyce, Boyce, Boyce, Boyce, Boyce.”
“So what do you think of my secret? Feel cheated?”
“It isn’t much of a secret. I could have figured that out-”
“If you’d bothered to talk to her for the past month. Still, it’s something you’re better off knowing, even if you don’t love– Hey, what’s that!” The Princess leaned over and pointed to the trees lining the road to the left. “I don’t remember seeing that before.”
Boyce looked and didn’t see anything. He rebuked himself for not paying attention to the path. Here he was carrying on a conversation when he was supposed to be guarding the Princess. He looked where the Princess was pointing and saw nothing but trees.
“What? What is it you see?”
“That road. Look.” Gailyn pointed again. “Right there, were I’m pointing.” The coach was moving close to the area she indicated. Boyce strained his eyes, looking for a hidden road. He saw nothing.
“I don’t see it, Your Majesty.”
“Gods, can you not see! It’s as clear as the sun! There’s a road right there leading off into the woods!”
“Oh that road,” said Boyce. He still saw only a solid line of trees, but he figured that, whatever game the Princess was playing, he’d better play along, “I thought you meant some other road.” Boyce scanned the guards riding with the caravan, none of them seemed to be paying any unusual attention to the area of trees that hid the ‘road.’ If there was a path that had not been there before, surely the guards would notice it. They wouldn’t investigate, for fear of endangering the Princess, but they would at least show some reaction to it.
“Don’t patronize me! You still don’t see it, do you?”
“I’m sorry, Princess. I don’t see anything. Neither does anyone else. Look around you.”
Gaylin eyed the guards one at a time, trying to see where each was looking.
“Him!” she pointed at a guard immediately behind and to the left of the last coach. “He sees it.”
Boyce looked. Indeed, the young guard was staring at the trees, right were the road was supposed to be.
“And him!” she pointed out another guard, He, too, seemed to see the mystery road. He stared at it for a few moments, then he rode up to another guard, presumably to ask him about the new path. Second guard looked, and then waved his comrade away.
“The other one didn’t see it.” Boyce pointed out several other guards that rode right past the enigma without seeing it. One other guard did notice it, though. Gaylin and Boyce were both looking at him when he saw it. They saw him bring his horse to an abrupt stop, and they watched as all of the color drained out of the guard’s face. His mouth hung open, and there was an expression of abject terror reflected his face as he stared at the trees. The guard swooned, and Boyce thought he was about to fall off of his mount. Shortly, the guard regained his composure and continued on, head held low. His face was still almost completely white.

Boyce was glad that the Princess had resisted the temptation to bring the caravan to a halt to investigate the road. As far as they could tell, three of the guards had definately seen mysterious road, and another two may or may not have seen it; it was hard to tell exactly where they were looking. Gailyn pointed out that some of the passengers in the other coaches might have also seen the road if they happened to be looking outside when the caravan passed spot. Boyce doubted that, since, if a large number of people had noticed something strange, then some minor investigation would have been made. A message would have been sent back to the castle, or to the next group of soldiers travelling behind the caravan. Nothing like that was done.
Against Boyce’s better wishes, Gailyn still instist on sitting outside, on top of the coach. The trip continued in silence as Boyce intensly searched the trees and road for enemies. He was actively trying not to look directly at the Princess, as she might take that as an invitation to start another conversation. As much as he would like that, he had already been lax enough in his guard duties for one day. The mysterious road had him on edge as well.
As it turned out, the Princess needed no invitation to start talking:
“So what do you think it was?” she asked.
Boyce’s concentration disintegrated as he turned his gaze toward the Princess.
“What? The road? Dark magic, most likely. Or some type of illusion.”
Gailyn smilled. She found it interesting that the guard chose the most ominous explanation as the most likely, even though, with magic, illusions were much more common.
“You don’t care for magic, do you guard?”
“It is illegal in the kingdom, Princess. With good reason.”
“And what reasons are those?”
“It is evil. Wizards sell their souls for dark powers; and they use those powers to spread terror and chaos –”
“Pah! You sound like one of those ignorant guildsmen! Are you Rer-Gok?”
“It is not permitted for members of the Royal Guard to join the Warrior’s Guild.”
“Yes, but that doesn’t stop you from being one at heart, doesn’t it! Tell me, do you go around stabbing wizards in the back in the name of peace and patriotism?”
“There are no more wizards, Princess, except for Kedron. Only he has leave to practice the craft within the borders of Bahn-Mor. Anyone else who does so is a criminal. A criminal who violates one of the most sacred laws of the land!”
“So anyone who wiggles their fingers the wrong way gets a blade across the throat in the middle of the night! Isn’t that right, guard? How many midnight hunts have you been on? How many homes have you burned in the night? How many ‘evil wizards’ did you throw into the fire?”
Boyce hadn’t the slightest idea what the Princess was talking about. Midnight Hunts? Burning houses? As far as Boyce knew, no one had violated the royal decree against magic in years. There hadn’t been any executions for wizardry since well before he had joined the Guard. Of course, that didn’t mean that there weren’t any wizards, it just meant that they hadn’t been caught yet.
“Your Magesty, I have no knowledge of –”
“Of course you don’t, guard,” She spat sarcastically. Gailyn sat contemplating for a moment, then spoke again. “You really don’t know, do you? You haven’t heard about the midnight hunt? The killings?”
“No, your Majesty, I…” Boyce wanted to say more, but his brain was still reeling from the Princess’s scathing verbal attack.
“You’ll find out, soon enought. Ingnorance like yours attracks Ardillo and his filthy Reg-Gok rhetoric. It’ll stick to you like stench to a meat-hog and soon you’ll be out burning Bahn-Mor townsmen with the rest.”
“Tell me.”
“Tell you what?”
“About the killings. Tell me about them. Why haven’t I known about them? And if you know, why are they still happening?”
The Princess studied Boyce intensley, adding to his growing unease. Then she spoke.
“Two townsmen, two farmers have a grudge against each other. One steals the other’s chickens, the other steals sheep from the first. The one farmer has had enough, so he goes down the local soldiers garrison and whipers a little something in an ambitious footsoldier’s ear. Or he goes to the tavern where the Reg-Gok scum gather to drink themselves unconcious and tells a little something to a guildsman. Maybe a nosey townsman overhears some of the words. They are words like ‘magic,’ ‘sorcery’, ‘shades,’ and ‘demons.’ Word travels, and, a few nights later, a small group leaves the Reg-Gok headquarters in Arkus. They are joined by some soldiers ‘loyal’ Bahn-Mor soldiers who’ve snuck off from the garrison. Then by a handfull of Royal Guard. The group travels through the night to the village where the farmer’s live, where they are joined by some of the other townsmen. By morning, the soldiers have returned to their posts, the Guardsmen are back at their stations on the royal roads or in the castle, and the guildsmen have crawled back into whatever hole they scampered out of. The townsmen are all about their daily chores exept for one. One of the farmers is missing. His house is burned. If he had a family, their bodies are most likely found in the house. This is the midnight hunt.”
Boyce sat speachless.
“This happened during the persucutions, generations ago. The persecutions ended long ago, but the hunts have started again. The only difference is that, today, it is done in secret, without the permission of the king. Those who are a part of it, don’t talk. Those who know about it, can’t prove anything, even if they wanted to. ”
“The soldiers? The Royal Guard?”
“Traitors. Loyal to Ardillo and the Guild. When they’re not deserting their posts to run of and kill their countrymen, they’re slinking away to some secret meeting in the middle of the night.”
“And you can do nothing?”
“All I know is hearsay. Rumors. Nothing.”
“Well, how do you know it’s true? How do you know these things really happen? How come I haven’t heard about any of this. If the Guard is traitorous, surely I would have overheard–”
“You’re new; you came in with this year’s recruits. You haven’t been here long enough to be trusted. But don’t worry, if you’ve opened your mouth about your attitudes toward magic, you’ll be approached soon enough. You’ll be tested, then you’ll be approached. You probably won’t even know what’s happened until after you’ve turned your back to the throne.”
“Princess, I am loyal. I would never turn against Bahn-Mor and it’s people.”
“But what if you had to? What if you had to become a traitor in order to SAVE Bahn-Mor?”
“That doesn’t make any–”
“But that’s exactly what’s going on. These…cowards think they’re saving the kingdom!”
Boyce didn’t know what to say. On the one hand, if there was a resurgence of wizardry, the kingdom probably did need saving from magic. On the other hand, innocent people were being hurt. Maybe. Princess Gailyn had cleverly avoided answering his question about her sources. Things couldn’t possibly be happening the way she said, could they? She sounded sincere; she had no reason to lie. But had she been lied to? If so, by who? And why?

[end of file]

Your guess is as good as mine.


  1. nate, September 13, 2007:

    I remembered reading this one back a few years ago. You had posted in on the Asylum Walls in a category titled Tales From the Hard Drive, along with this description:

    “Here’s the first chapter of *something*. I can’t remember where I was going with this, and there aren’t any other notes about it on my hard drive. This story fragment pre-dates both Magekiller AND my first Dragons-Inn stories, yet you will find elements of both within it. I guess you could say that Magekiller is a direct but distant descendant of this tale.”

    I’m enjoying the new stuff on this site. Glad to see you’re still around.

  2. DarkIcon, September 13, 2007:

    Heh, now that I’ve been quoted, I DO remember posting that. But before this moment I would have sworn that I never posted it anywhere. Oh well, I guess I’m getting old.

    There’s a couple more complete stories I’m gonna put in the library in addition to the fragments I’ll be filling out the blog with. Stay tuned.

  3. nate, September 14, 2007:

    Your writing has been something I look at frequently, and the fact that I can remember even the shorts should tell you how good it is. I’m glad to see these fragments showing up, and even happier to find out there will be some complete stories.

    Any chance of the Trial being reposted, or is that one lost forever?

  4. DarkIcon, September 14, 2007:

    Sadly, Trial is probably lost forever.
    The various episodes of it MAY still exist in some archive of old (ancient) newsgroup posts somewhere, but I certainly don’t have them. Sorry.

  5. nate, September 17, 2007:

    Thanks anyway.

    That comment made me remember a way back machine web page, so I did a search for it and found it. ( )

    It looks like both Murder and Trial are there, although Trial looks like a to be continued story.

    I also found the old character summary, and the notes on plot lines.

    Lots of good memories there.

  6. DarkIcon, September 17, 2007:

    DUDE! I owe you BIG TIME!
    I’d forgotten all about the wayback machine! I’m looking through it now. Trial does *seem* to be unfinished, but the vast majority of the text is still there… so it may be a case of a single chapter missing, or the last chapter IS the final chapter, and the authors intended to continue it in yet another story.

    More importantly, I now have the complete files to The Unseen and Murder (Murder is the precursor to Trial). I’ll be working those up this week and posting them.

    Thanks, man.

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