Around 2000, I played a MUD called The Creators Shadow pretty extensively. It's actually where I got the nickname 'trendal' from! It was a Wheel of Time based MUD, and I had the pleasure of playing through The Last Battle followed by "the turning of the wheel".
Anyway, I found a bunch of the stories I had written to advance my character. Note that I copied this all from a text file, so any mistakes that were there, are there. This is all based around The Wheel of Time.
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Note: #0308 From: Trendal Time: Thu Mar 30 17:55:04 2000 Area: Stories To: Wolfkin Cerise Torrain Zandor Borderguard all Subj: Tarwins Gap (1/3) =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Trendal fought with the emotions flooding through his head. He had learned to handle the flood of thoughts from the wolves around him since The Pack was formed, but it had all gone wrong in the past few hours.
Now he stood at one end of Tarwins Gap, surrounded by a small group of wolves. The larger Pack stood a ways of to his left, slightly apart from the armies of two-legs. Each of the 25, 000 wolves stood staring down the Gap, hackles rising on their backs. A flood of hate and anger washed over him, threatening to wash away his humanity along with his mind. It was taking all of his effort to keep the wolves from running to The Hunt without waiting. He was not entirely sure he could hold them as long as was needed.
The beginning of a sending from the front lines of wolves was all the warning he had before a roar split the air. A quick glance showed the Shadowspawn army in full charge. Holding the wolves in place was taking every ounce of power he had. A volley of arrows, so many he wondered why the sky did not darken, rose from behind the charging army. Instead of landing, the arrows bounced harmlessly off what Trendal decided was something of The Dragon's work.
As the two-leg armies readied themselves for the onslaught, whole sections of the Gap began to tear themselves to peices. Bodies of the Twisted-ones began to pile up. As he watched the advancing army, a feint odour of; sulphur tingled in his nose. The Pack smelled the same thing, and almost broke free to run. The words Shadow Brother thundered through his head, sent by The Pack all at once. Enemies that the wolves had stronger hate for then even the Neverborn had arrived. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
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Once, men turned their thinking over to machines in the hope that this would set them free. But that only permitted other men with machines to enslave them.
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=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Note: #0309 From: Trendal Time: Thu Mar 30 17:57:37 2000 Area: Stories To: Wolfkin Cerise Torrain Zandor Borderguard all Subj: Tarwins Gap (2/3) =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= The first line of twisted-ones reached the defenses, and fell. The second line made it slightly farther, but fell. Trendal lowered his head to his hands and closed his eyes, concentrating on keeping the wolves where they were. He felt the first wolf begin to run, and decided to let go of the rest before he lost himself. The Pack rushed, as one, towards the front line of twisted-ones who were now partially obscured by Aiel.
The moment the first wolf sunk its teeth into the first twisted-one, Trendal tasted it. The taste was almost enough to send him running towards the battle, but he held. Then the first casualty came. He felt the sword stab into his side, felt the pain as the wolf died. WinterNight. The name echoed through his mind as the wolf's body died, it's soul going to the Dream. Perhaps the Dream would be kind to it, he hoped.
Only moments after the first wolf attacked, the Shadow Brothers came in to view, heading straight for The Pack. With the strong smell of sulphur filling the air, the wolves abandoned their assault on the twisted-ones and met with their Shadow tainted brothers. More and more pain lanced through Trendal as the Shadow Brothers began their work. He tried to call the wolves, let them know there was no chance against this foe, but it did not work. The wolves fought as they always did, without care for hurt or loss of life. A quick look to either side showed his Brother Dawnfire and Sister DawnHunter in pain as he was. Light, he did not think it would be so bad.
Wolves fell by the dozens, but where one fell, hundreds more took it's place. A quick count showed no more then 12 Shadow Brothers. Wolves began grouping together in groups of fifty or sixty and attacking in groups. Finally, Shadow Brothers began falling. One here. Another there. Trendal tried urging the wolves to find other fighting, let the two-legs who touch the wind that moves time take care of the Shadow Brothers. But they did not move. The pain soon became too great to handle and Trendal stumbled forward, landing on his knees with his head in his hands. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
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Once, men turned their thinking over to machines in the hope that this would set them free. But that only permitted other men with machines to enslave them.
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=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Note: #0310 From: Trendal Time: Thu Mar 30 18:01:19 2000 Area: Stories To: Wolfkin Cerise Torrain Zandor Borderguard all Subj: Tarwins Gap (3/3) =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Forcing his eyes open, Trendal looked about to see what was happening. His Brother Lupus rode up as DawnHunter helped him to his feet. Light! The pain! Just as he stood up, a wave of confussion and horror washed through his mind. Cries of why? came through the Sending from the wolves. What he saw sickened him. Wolves where attacking wolves. More, two-legs where attacking two-legs. An Aiel he was sure had died only moments before rose slowly and began hacking at a nearby two-legs. He began to smell something he could only describe as wrong. Brother, they have no minds came a Sending. A quick survey of the two-leg armies showed shocked faces, as he was sure his looked. Dawnfire turned to him, about to say something. "The dead are fighting!" Trendal nodded and turned to face the battle. Pain continued to wash into his conciousness, but he was too numb to feel it. He used every bit of power he had left to call the wolves back, sending the image of The Pack gathered around the two-legs. The wolves howled, and he took up the howl, echoed by his Brother and Sister.
The wolves turned to run, but met up with the remaining Shadow Brothers and the Wrong Brothers. The Pack stopped and began fighting again, with no where left to run. Trendal turned to his Sister, his face a bitter snarl. "We must fight with them, Sister. The Last Hunt is here" he said. She nodded and he turned to his Brother, who only nodded. As one, they ran out to their Brothers and Sisters and joined the fight. Trendal stabbed the first twisted-one he found from the back, driving his blade home. Before moving on, he turned the screaming body around and tore its throat out with his teeth. The taste of blood, the cries of his Kin, and the battle washed over him, threatening to take away his humanity, make him a wolf.
After only moments, Trendal stopped to look around. All around him wolves fought; Shadow Brothers and other, slow moving, wolves. Men in black cloaks and women moved around trying to get at the Shadow Brothers. He looked up the Gap to the two-leg armies, and decided it was over. Come, Brothers was all he said as he lifted his face and howled to the sky. Wolves began running towards the two-leg armies, snapping teeth at anything that got in the way. Trendal looked to find his Sister and Brother, and ran to catch up with them.
By the time the three Kin made it back to the end of the Gap, there was little fighting. The middle of the pass was completely blocked now by rock and dirt. A few small bunches of twisted-ones still fought, but nothing to cause trouble. With a low groan, Trendal dropped to his knees and howled. The howl was quickly taken up by The Pack, mourning their dead. Trendal fell back on the dirt, tears streaming down his face.
We did well, Brothers, we did well. But was it worth the cost? =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
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Once, men turned their thinking over to machines in the hope that this would set them free. But that only permitted other men with machines to enslave them.
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