Date: 9/3/97 2:52 PM Pacific Standard Time
From: MydknyghtX
Near the message board for the dueler's common area, a small pillar of red stone appears, with a medium sized black globe atop it. Small arcs of red light can be seen intermittently dancing across the surface, and the air seems to be a few degrees cooler near it.....
Upon looking within the Globe, one would see....rather "perceive"......a type of feeling of distortion, but would be able to observe with utmost clarity the words of a missive written in blood colored light, unmistakable the penmanship of Mydknyght, Lord of Mount Bane.
"Honorable members of the DoS:
This missive is, by request, to notify you of the Death of one of your fellows, be he enemy, or ally, the Welsh Highlander Elijah, known under the surname of Ecore X. There were several witnesses to the Highlander's demise, of which are named the Honorable QnLuthien, Dark Axe, LordovDale, Jonalyn, EllisaMrgn, and several others.
This event was executed by myself, for reasons that are my own. The actual transcript of this event can be found within my home, Mount Bane (folder string "The Price of Wills," many thanks to Regent Jonalyn for providing the log). All you must do is make it to the top of the Mount to view it.
Regards,
~Mydknyght, Lord of Mount Bane~"
The message fades upon displaying Mydknyght's name, and begins to scroll through anew.
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Date: 9/12/97 8:46 AM Pacific Standard Time
From: EkthbjIgke
::missing the sport he loved so well, he decides to check the boards to see what is happening in the DoS community. Reads of the death of Ecore, and stands shocked, mouth agape. Knowing he must post a response, he searches his soul for the words::
Those who knew me may have noticed my recent absence. Those who knew me well may know that my duel with Ecore was the last one I fought. I left after losing to him for this reason: I found I agreed with him about something he had told me. He told me that he wanted his name because it was his identity, it was all he had. When I lost to him, I realized that much of my identity was also wrapped up in my name, and I could not bear to be in the Arena and not be known as E. So, because of my
arrogance and pride, I left. Now, I learn that Ecore has died. And I realize that I wronged him. I could not co-exist with him, so I left in a fit of impetuosity. I did not tell him that I bore him no hard feelings. I did not tell him that I respected him, and always had. Because I could not bring myself to ever come back to the Arena. But it is now too late. I wish I had the maturity to face the concequences of my actions, but it is evident that I had not. I'm sorry, Ecore. The world will
never be the same without you. You will be missed. Once again, I am sorry. May you rest in peace.
::the words run out, and he drops his head, wishing he could put his emotions to paper. Slowly walks away from the boards, searching his soul for answers::
From: EkthbjIgke
::missing the sport he loved so well, he decides to check the boards to see what is happening in the DoS community. Reads of the death of Ecore, and stands shocked, mouth agape. Knowing he must post a response, he searches his soul for the words::
Those who knew me may have noticed my recent absence. Those who knew me well may know that my duel with Ecore was the last one I fought. I left after losing to him for this reason: I found I agreed with him about something he had told me. He told me that he wanted his name because it was his identity, it was all he had. When I lost to him, I realized that much of my identity was also wrapped up in my name, and I could not bear to be in the Arena and not be known as E. So, because of my
arrogance and pride, I left. Now, I learn that Ecore has died. And I realize that I wronged him. I could not co-exist with him, so I left in a fit of impetuosity. I did not tell him that I bore him no hard feelings. I did not tell him that I respected him, and always had. Because I could not bring myself to ever come back to the Arena. But it is now too late. I wish I had the maturity to face the concequences of my actions, but it is evident that I had not. I'm sorry, Ecore. The world will
never be the same without you. You will be missed. Once again, I am sorry. May you rest in peace.
::the words run out, and he drops his head, wishing he could put his emotions to paper. Slowly walks away from the boards, searching his soul for answers::