From: devilhntrx@aol.com (DevilHntrX)
Date: 23 Jul 1998 20:16:43 EDT
In the midst of the Golden Ivy Tavern, Hunter sits and waits for the
time to go by in which he would then be able to duel. As he waits, he looks around at the usual goings on around the tavern, Drunks stumbling out, others getting drunk, talking, or just sitting there alone with their pathetic little sorrows.
A long yawn becomes him as he moves to the stairs for a slight rest in one of the rooms before a long night of dueling. Just as he makes it to the stairs, A man taps him upon his shoulder slightly...
As Hunter spins around to find a slightly smaller person in front of him bearing hair of brown and blue eyes. He says, "Hello Sir Hunter", and bows.
Hunter asks, naturally, "Who are you and how do you know my name?".
The man says, "My name...tis Master Vincent, and you, Hunter Mano...Have quite the reputation".
Hunter says, "Okay...why do you disturb my path to rest, Vincent"?
Vincent answers, "Well, Hunter, I wish to hire your services...for I believe that one of the nobles of the court have arranged the dissappearence of the King of France, William, My father.
Hunter asks, "And you want me to find him...Right?"
Vincent says, "Well...Yes, If it wouldn't be do much trouble..."
Hunter asks, "Where can I find this man"?
Vincent says, "I believe he is somewhere in Rhyndin, I do not know where though".
Hunter says, "Okay...Il'l try to find him...But I need some rest...Good day sir".
And Hunter continued up the stairs to a room for a nice long rest.
To save the king.
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From: leducblanc@aol.com (LeDucBlanc)
Date: 23 Jul 1998 20:49:03 EDT
"Master" Vincent watched the warrior walk away with a slow, almost sinister smile. This might work even better than he had planned. After all, this fellow had quite a reputation. If he was only half as good as some of the stories, King William was as good as found. Which meant that Giovanni Lorca, Count of Nice, was a dead man. It was a shame that the king would have to die too. But sacrifices had to made to win the game.
After all, life was a game. A father was a small sacrifice in return for a throne and a crown.
To Be Continued....
Date: 23 Jul 1998 20:49:03 EDT
"Master" Vincent watched the warrior walk away with a slow, almost sinister smile. This might work even better than he had planned. After all, this fellow had quite a reputation. If he was only half as good as some of the stories, King William was as good as found. Which meant that Giovanni Lorca, Count of Nice, was a dead man. It was a shame that the king would have to die too. But sacrifices had to made to win the game.
After all, life was a game. A father was a small sacrifice in return for a throne and a crown.
To Be Continued....