The Hunted becomes the Hunter

[DoS Archive]

From: ixdaelinxi@aol.com (IXDaelinXI)
Date: 08 Sep 1998 18:57:39 EDT

::a man stands on one of the balconies of the Red Dragon Inn, the winds of Rhydin blowing his sweeping black cloak, adorned with symbols in ancient language, and prints of weapons beneath the fabric, he sweeps a hand over the sleeping city..a dark shadow falling over his face..followed by an electric smile as he raises his other hand::

Tonight, I adress the people of Rhydin...I come not to adress all the Rhydinians...but the one whom they call The Dragonsblade. ::the black fabric fallign around him..enshrouding him in darkness:: Although I do not know yet where ye live, "friend" Daelin, I do know where ye die...would ye like me to show ye? ::a short falling chuckle:: Yes, I left...much like you...but I did not leave one who loved ye so dearly, and my elder brother to do the work my
selfish soul could not handle..not caring whether one whom was ye best friend at a time wanted to come with ye, or even asking his sister, whom ye loved once..but I don't know about now..where he was when ye returned to find him missing. Now..I extract vengeance for the one who used to be Ranquist Regalia...and his sister. For it is written..One must decrease..before another increases..do not think I will disappear like before friend Daelin, for this
time..all bets are off.

::makes a fist waving it idly, as bolts of lightning arc across the sky, smiling he turns and lays in his room at the Inn::