Sharing some history...

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From: valmion@aol.com (Valmion)
Date: 02 Nov 1998 22:23:29 EST

I was browsing through some old histories of this place and happened upon a parchment that I felt I would share with everyone. This simple poem was found on the mantle in the arena almost four years ago. It was the eve of the tournament that would determine the sport's first nine barons. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did then, and did once more today.


A duelers poem...

'Twas the night before Barondom
and all through the rings
Not a sound could be heard
Not a windows ping!

The crews and the foremen
and all done their work
In the afternoon hours
no detail was shurked.

The rings were all swept out
the bloodstains removed
Then gently transported to the Great Hall
DoS RDI Approved!

Strung there is a banner
of silver and gold letters
That clearly and simply states
"Glory to the first nine ever!"

And the warlords all
were tucked into their beds
with dreams of the title "Baron"
dancing in their heads.

And Commoners and Swordsmen
and Master's at Arms
and Grand Masters each
would envy their charm.

Then the cutting and thrusting
and stop hits would rain
until nine Warlord's stood
Their destiny engrained.

Oh the flashbulbs, microphones
and the reporters all 'round
scribbling and scribbling
each utterance, each sound.

And at last the forged rings
of the Baron's would rest
Upon the strong nimble fingers
Of duelings best.

Born then the era
and the right's of accord
as alignment is selected
to the Mad Overlord!

And when it's all over
and the nine are decreed
You may very well hear the words spoken,
"Ain' i' wunduhful, um sti' th' freekin' Ovuhluhd!"

"Hehehe."

- Anon



Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did ;)

Cheers,

Valmion

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From: xjaycyndax@aol.com (XJaycyndaX)
Date: 02 Nov 1998 22:50:29 EST

::reading the boards, Jaycy smiles at the poem, quietly imagining how it was back then, only wishing she could have been there to see it::

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From: jonalyn@aol.com (Jonalyn)
Date: 03 Nov 1998 03:54:34 EST

The commoner quirks a wistful smile as she comes upon the poem.

M'Lord Valmion,

Thank ye, t'was a kindess th' thou hast shared a glimmering 'o that long agon tourney. Tis yet some few still wandering th' realms th' do recall th' glorious eve.

Jona.

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From: valmion@aol.com (Valmion)
Date: 05 Nov 1998 11:56:16 EST

The next day, after the finding of that poem, the Overlord himself, Mad Mad Max, posted this to the cork board in the arena. Once again, I hope you find this little trip back in time as enjoyable as I have.


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The tall man walks up to the microphone, a strangely twisted, black metal affair, the top of which is hammered into the shape of a birds talon squeezing a large, mishapen cockaroach. Without fanfare, except of course for the trumpets, the Overlord begins speaking into the cockaroach.

"Thys iz Ma'Ma'Max, yer Ovvuhlo'd."

"T'nyte iz th' nite, awl yu wahlo'dz owt theyuh. Th' Baruhn'z Ternuhmint. An' aftuh th' Ternamint iz ovvuh, nyne uv yu, th' prowd an' th' few, wyll duhklayuh yer uhleegincez, eethuh t' be a Renuhgayde Baruhn, er a Loyuhl wun."

"So I jus' wan'd t' say a few werdz abow' th' benuhfitz uv bein' a Renuhgayde an' th' benuhfitz uv bein' a Loyuhlys'."

"Furs' th' Loyuhlys's. I' yu d'klayuh yerse'f Loyuhl t' me, yu ge' t' fyte awl m' dools whe' sumbuddy challingez m' Ovvuhlo'd status. Now tha's a pritty byg freekin' i' yu as' me. An' yu awl luv tha' honnuh crap, so tha's a biggy.

"Sekind iz tha' I won' kawl yu a weenie. I promys."

"Therd iz ah'll gyve yu a bran' new Caduhlac. Fer awl yu peeple tha' don' kno whut a cah iz, i's a reely powuhfu' hoss tha' seetz si's. An' i' yu don' kno whut a hoss iz, the' mebbe yu'd be bettuh off az a Renuhgayde ennyway."

"An' gol', I kin gi' yu gol' cuz I stole... I meen I gut a tun uv i'. What du we say, um, 5000 gol'. How'z tha'? Lessee, tha's pritty gud, tho, a nu cah and munny."

"An' heuh's awl yu guttuh say whe' yu d'klayuh yer uhleegince t' me."

"I (the' yu say yer nayme an' spellin' don' kown'... see whut a benifuhsint Ovvuhlo'd I am?)', du heuhby swayuh m' uhleegince t' th' Ovvuhol'd, Ma'Ma'Max, o' akown' uv he'z th' o'ly max we gut."

"Tha's awl yu guttuh du an' yu ge' awl thoze gudiez."

"Now, the benuhfitz uv bein' a Renuhgayde, jus' i' kayse theyuh ah a few uv mysgyd'd solez owt theyuh (stares at Crypt) tha' thynk yu kin tayke me an' m' Loyuhlys' Baruhnz o'."

"Theyuh ayn' enny.!!!!! No' a freekin' wun!!!!! Nada!!!!! Zyltch!!!!! Zero!!!! A byg gus egg!!!!"

"Ge' th' pitchuh?"

"An' I don' wan' yu t' thynk I ferguht about th' res' uv yu wahlo'dz owt theyuh. Yu kin' fyte challingez t' m' bein' Ovvuhol'd tu. O'ly thyng iz, yu don' ge' th' cah er th' munney. Yu guttuh say tha' stoopid o'th tho."

"So, gu' luk t'nyte tu wun an' awl. I don' kno abow' yu, bu' um so e'cyt'd i cud jus' spyt."

"Heheh."

"Tha's awl I guttuh say."


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Hope you enjoyed it.

Valmion

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From: morganfay@aol.com (MorganFay)
Date: 05 Nov 1998 12:14:29 EST

::the corkboard screams::

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From: rhy@aol.com (Rhy)
Date: 05 Nov 1998 12:33:16 EST


"A - wat!... now I know why the man proclaimed himsel' ta be doubly mad".

Soothing her eyes with a light touch of a tapered hand, she chuckles in reflection.

"This small glance inta the mind o' such an unco dunnie - wassel who made his mark sae assuredly upon the psyche of the sport is a rare treat. Just as soon as I once again regain focus, o' me eyes, I shall thank ye."

~Rowan
~Rowan Hyperion y'Nestral

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From: xgnortx@aol.com (X Gnort X)
Date: 05 Nov 1998 13:12:10 EST



Ouch.

Any translating device would explode.


G'nort Espelande G'neesmacher Dragoon Talanador

Head of House Dragoon Talanador

Thrice Baron of the DoS



"When I left you, I was but the learner, now I am the master"

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From: prlunicorn@aol.com (PrlUnicorn)
Date: 05 Nov 1998 14:49:45 EST

::slaps up a note::

I remember him, first time I met Mad Max he was walking around one of the inns, starked naked and quite drunk.

Collie

::walks off grinning::

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From: rlupton@aol.com (RLupton)
Date: 05 Nov 1998 14:55:15 EST

Lupton passes by the board, pausing to look at one note with a sigh, "I miss Max."

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From: xjaycyndax@aol.com (XJaycyndaX)
Date: 05 Nov 1998 16:33:34 EST

Hey G,

I could understand it.

-= Jaycy

::grins and slinks off::

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From: athlstan@aol.com (Athlstan)
Date: 05 Nov 1998 16:53:55 EST

::the guardian muses::

Didn't I see him trying to un-stick a troll from a spitoon...? Or maybe he was *in* the spitoon that was stuck on a troll's posterior...? Something that happened at Arelia's Trinket Shoppe a long time ago.

Thanks for the memories, Valmion.

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From: iliveinphx@aol.com (ILiveinPHX)
Date: 05 Nov 1998 17:12:29 EST

I wrote that? ::chuckles::
-Anon Phx
Leader of House Invaders
Warlord of the DoS
Do or die time.

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From: drakewyni@aol.com (Drakewyn I)
Date: 05 Nov 1998 18:35:50 EST

Well Jaycy, G...

I could understand it perfectly well myself.
Ah, the benifits of a classical education...

Lady Drake, aka the Gryphon

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From: sidarthae@aol.com (Sidartha E)
Date: 05 Nov 1998 18:51:00 EST

::grins at the post and writes::

Anyone else wish he would return?

I know, wishful thinking, but we can always hope.

Max, wherever you've hidden your psychotic butt, I wish you could hear this...I miss ya.


~Sidartha Elgarette~
Mistress-At-Arms

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From: xgnortx@aol.com (X Gnort X)
Date: 05 Nov 1998 19:10:50 EST



Hey now,

I didn't say I couldn't understand or read it...

I just said translating devices would explode.

And I understood it.

<qm>After rereading it a few times and sounding out the words slowly...


G'nort Espelande G'neesmacher Dragoon Talanador

Head of House Dragoon Talanador

Thrice Baron of the DoS



"When I left you, I was but the learner, now I am the master"