A new start

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From: xtyronejx@aol.com (XTyroneJX)
Date: 13 Nov 1998 18:43:20 EST

He found himself wandering around in the streets. His body in perfect shape, the wounds he had sustained were only memories. He ran he hand through his dreadlocks, and then let them fall back around his face. He stayed to the shadows as much as possible, not wanting to be seen. It wasn't that he was afraid or anything, it was just that.... he wasn't sure. That was it...... he wasn't sure. He had alwasy known before. He had known his
home.... His job... his enemy.... he knew what it took to survive. He had his orders, and thats what he knew.. but now, he had nothing. Except for one hell of a headache.
He thought back over transpireings since he fell through the portal. He was fighting an enemy, that he knew, and then... then he was here. Here with humans, and what was the word.... Elves? When he first saw one he nearly died laughing, thinking it to be some sorta joke. I mean when a gang full of "Dr. Spocks" jump out at you holding arrows... well that just isn't something that happens, except for at conventions. His hand went back to his hair,
and he was reminded of that large creature he had faught. Damn that thing was ugly... what was it they called it, a troll? Damn things weren't going right. He didn't know who his enemy was, gone were the guns, and tanks.... here were the swords and knives. that wasn't what scared him though. He could hold his own with that... It was the "magic" that was happening. He thought of the little boy levitating himself. How in the hell was he supposed to do
something against that. Hell he didn't know what was real or what wasn't. Shaking his head, he went into an alley and crouched down. His camoflauge pants and khaki shirt, blended in well with the overgrowth of weeds from the buildings.
He was lost, confused, and out of place. He knew nothing.... nothing except that he was going to have to find a place to stay, until he could find out how to get home. Tomorow.... tomorow he would look... he was a little tired right now, and so he closed his eyes, his black body melting in with the shadows.

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From: mredheart@aol.com (M Redheart)
Date: 14 Nov 1998 18:26:20 EST

::Morgan walked quietly down the streets near the arena's. He lightly let his Psionic Powers do an area scan. It was fairly cold this eve. Just another boring evening..until his open senses picked up something..desapir?..Confusion..fragments of battles. He paused, brows knitting as he narrowed his range and focused upon it. He turned, quickly following its path. It led him down a street and around a corner. Into a back alley..yes. He could
sense it. It was here. He stepped into the shadowy alley slowly, his silver locks of hair crowding about his features. He reached into the sheathes at his side, slowly drawing forth his two blades. Old, and well used short swords. He narrowed his eyes some, tyring too get the deep blue irises too center in the darkness. After a moment..he called Out.."Do not hide..I sense your confusion..come out. I can help you..I am Morgan Redheart, Warlord in
the DoS Rings..and Head Psionicist at Silver Castle. Come back too the castle with me..at least get out of this damndable cold.." He paused, a short breath released. Turning white against the frigid night air.."Hello?"

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From: xtyronejx@aol.com (XTyroneJX)
Date: 17 Nov 1998 21:24:05 EST

He had just drifted off into some sort off sleep. He wasn't quite sure really..... After all, his reality were his dreams. Troll, dragons, elves... the creatures of myth.... that was all, and yet it was now more real than ever. He looked up the ally to where the voice came. He slept lightly, not trusting anything. He slept many a nights in the open, and now his skilled were adapted to move at any sound. So he woke up to the first words
spoken.....

"Do not hide..I sense your confusion..come out. I can help you..I am Morgan Redheart, Warlord in the DoS Rings..and Head Psionicist at Silver Castle. Come back too the castle with me..at least get out of this damndable cold......Hello?"

........He froze in place. Petrified for the split second, before he could react. His brain quickly racing for an answer. He mumbled silently so that even he could not quite hear his words..

Come out... come out my ass.... come out an' die.... Ya be thinking Jackson a foo' huh? I aint no foo'.

He squinted his eyes to look down the alley. he new he had the advantage. He was in the dark.... could not be seen. Yet this thing stood in the open, but it aproached him. It was only briefly he saw the glint of metal. He was strapped eh?..... his mind kept on racing....

Boy must be a foo'. Walkin in da open just like dat. Why the hell he doin dat?

Psionicist?? What the hell is that.... his hand moved down to his ankle... His mind just now realizing that this could be some kinda magic. Why else would this person be in the open... and how did they know i was here.... in this alley. So many questions... why couldn't it be easy.. why couldn't he just know his enemy. Why?? his had slowly pulled up his pant leg and drew out the military knife..... he slide it by his side.....Wait for your chance....
wait to see waht is gonna happen.... wait for your chance to react..... He sat motionless waiting for the next move.