From: dreystarke@aol.com (DreyStarke)
Date: 18 Jul 1999 00:07:27 EDT
Drey's mind was absolutely destroyed. The problems rushing him like a bull in front of red, his thoughts pooring out like the tipping of a glass, and his heart grappled several times by numerous amounts women while being twisted and ripped out to cause depression.
He was utterly miserable. Previous adventures racing through his head. The times in sleep becoming infinite with the rising of the word, "No!" Drooling by the thoughts of a lost friend.
His homeland, he had to go back, he had to find the killer, and he had to slay him. Drey planned the absence from Rhydin so well. The trip was almost bullet proof and his determination to slaughter this leading mobster was increasingly strong.
Drey had been packed for a few days now. His suitcase full, his look empty, and his friends left in the dark. Surely he was not to let them down, few knew he was leaving, and many probably wouldn't notice for it was to be a short absence. Although there is a large chance he would not return from his gang related home, he will follow through and hopefully return.
Nessa... The thought raced...Nessa... He was scared and very scared at that. He feared leaving her alone with Jonas roaming the Arena. Pure danger was upon her with the mans current state of mind and Drey feared the chance of losing her. He didn't have to go, but something told him he did.
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That very next morning, Monday, he was gone. He had left for his unknown town, he had left for revenge, and hopefully he would comeback with the riches that would treat the death.
He arrived at the town a day later and the thought of an early Tuesday was surely dreaded. "Now... Off to find some... Company."
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From: dreystarke@aol.com (DreyStarke)
Date: 20 Jul 1999 00:22:11 EDT
"Hey! Laris, how's it going?" The house was massive with infinite numbers of vases crowding the insides. It was incredible with all the mirrors, candles, and chandeliers filling the mansion with brightness. The floor were made of smoothly cut marble tiles and the ceiling with drawings of soldiers in battle holding a flag of victory.
Laris was indeed a rich man, but downright strange. He was a friend, but very myterious with his talks with Drey. He'd keep leading into conversations of why Drey would come back or do you still hold that grudge. Drey of course told him he didn't hold a grudge and he was just around to find something he left. Hardly believable, but it worked for the time being.
Laris guided him to his room. the room was carefully lit with lamps of flowered structure and decorated with flowers along with a showering sensation of lilac to fill the air. Drey was astonished by the given room. It was something he only could imagine in his dreasm, a place where he normally stole from, or a place he'd drool over standing in the street.
The thought crossed him as Laris shut the door closed. Why was he here again? Oh yes, to strike him dead. He quickly took out a few papers from long ago. It was too late for something such as this he thought. He mumbled to himself, "I'll deal with it in the morning..."
* * *
Laris left early that morning and Drey went on to study his plans. After several hours of reading over them he soon put them aside and went off to find his certain instruments for the adventure. "Let's see here... Guns, crowbar, diamond, a few bags, and some knives," He laughed to himself. Though it wasn't amusing, he was in the state of mind in which one word took over his body.
A word that can be so powerful that it would seem as if the devil shifted inside of you and led you into his torturing reign. To pressure your soul to do as it pleased. The word was frankly horrible.
The rage built up inside him as he thought of his friends death, the rage fumed as he picutred him lying dead in front of him, and the rage flared as he got the idea of him rotting among the others dead beneath the grounds soil.
Revenge...
- Drey D'erest Sanchez Starke
Date: 20 Jul 1999 00:22:11 EDT
"Hey! Laris, how's it going?" The house was massive with infinite numbers of vases crowding the insides. It was incredible with all the mirrors, candles, and chandeliers filling the mansion with brightness. The floor were made of smoothly cut marble tiles and the ceiling with drawings of soldiers in battle holding a flag of victory.
Laris was indeed a rich man, but downright strange. He was a friend, but very myterious with his talks with Drey. He'd keep leading into conversations of why Drey would come back or do you still hold that grudge. Drey of course told him he didn't hold a grudge and he was just around to find something he left. Hardly believable, but it worked for the time being.
Laris guided him to his room. the room was carefully lit with lamps of flowered structure and decorated with flowers along with a showering sensation of lilac to fill the air. Drey was astonished by the given room. It was something he only could imagine in his dreasm, a place where he normally stole from, or a place he'd drool over standing in the street.
The thought crossed him as Laris shut the door closed. Why was he here again? Oh yes, to strike him dead. He quickly took out a few papers from long ago. It was too late for something such as this he thought. He mumbled to himself, "I'll deal with it in the morning..."
* * *
Laris left early that morning and Drey went on to study his plans. After several hours of reading over them he soon put them aside and went off to find his certain instruments for the adventure. "Let's see here... Guns, crowbar, diamond, a few bags, and some knives," He laughed to himself. Though it wasn't amusing, he was in the state of mind in which one word took over his body.
A word that can be so powerful that it would seem as if the devil shifted inside of you and led you into his torturing reign. To pressure your soul to do as it pleased. The word was frankly horrible.
The rage built up inside him as he thought of his friends death, the rage fumed as he picutred him lying dead in front of him, and the rage flared as he got the idea of him rotting among the others dead beneath the grounds soil.
Revenge...
- Drey D'erest Sanchez Starke
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From: dreystarke@aol.com (DreyStarke)
Date: 21 Jul 1999 00:45:31 EDT
::He arrived at the mansion, bag full of goods::
::nimbly climbing his way up to a small window on the second story::
::he lunged into the window causing it to flee open. Jumping inside, he looked around cautiously::
::He found himself climbing a large passage of stairs. How cunning with a guard standing at the top.::
::Drey shook his head and simply slit his throat from behind, he then moved past the corpse.::
::A rememberance occured as he looked aroundthe riches. Diamonds, golds, and jewels all around.::
::He's seen it before, it seemed way back in the past when he last stole from this place. It costed a life.::
::He heard men yelling from upstairs. They knew... They knew Drey was there... But how?::
::Drey quickly took out his gun and bags. He stuffed the riches in the large silk bag while pointing his gun at the door.::
::Men came in with large numbers... Drey shot and killed most of them... Most of them. the rest went on a rampage towards him.::
::Drey murmured and unsheathed his blade. Shaking his head as he went through them with holding his bag over his shoulder, shoving them aside. ::
::warding them off with the swing of the blade as he quickly ran down the stairs. More came running up and Drey ran towards him with his blade pointed out, they soon ran back down and Drey made his way to the exit of the mansion.::
But it was too easy... Why? So many question not answered, but he didn't care. He just ran off soon to find men following him. He forgot something ... Indeed... The mansion must be lit.
Slipping some matches from his pocket, he moved towards the massive house, easily dodging the men with a pointed blade. He smirked as he grabbed a bottle from his one of his large pockets in his vest. The bottle was stuffed with something that looked like a cloth and the insides looked as if they had some sort of liquid in it. He lit it on fire with a simple sweep of a match against his vest.
The bottle was sent flying towards the mansion, it went through the window he had opened earlier. The house went up in flames.
Men scrambled to free themselves form the house with a man that seemed so familiar. They were pulling him and pulling him hard. Yanking him to follow it seemed as they dragged him on. It was him, The Grand Duke, the owner of the mansion, and the man soon to pay a debt. Drey ran towards the crowd with unsheathed blade, stepping forward to drive a strike through while the men stepped aside to escape the wrath, and the blade soon landed into the one
the path was meant for. The Grand Duke. The leading mobster. The man bhind his friends death.
The men all watched as their boss dropped to his death, sliding off of Drey's blade, and they turned to glare at Drey. They ran off... Off somewhere in which Drey did not know...
But Drey indeed, had his revenge.
- Drey D'erest Sanchez Starke
Date: 21 Jul 1999 00:45:31 EDT
::He arrived at the mansion, bag full of goods::
::nimbly climbing his way up to a small window on the second story::
::he lunged into the window causing it to flee open. Jumping inside, he looked around cautiously::
::He found himself climbing a large passage of stairs. How cunning with a guard standing at the top.::
::Drey shook his head and simply slit his throat from behind, he then moved past the corpse.::
::A rememberance occured as he looked aroundthe riches. Diamonds, golds, and jewels all around.::
::He's seen it before, it seemed way back in the past when he last stole from this place. It costed a life.::
::He heard men yelling from upstairs. They knew... They knew Drey was there... But how?::
::Drey quickly took out his gun and bags. He stuffed the riches in the large silk bag while pointing his gun at the door.::
::Men came in with large numbers... Drey shot and killed most of them... Most of them. the rest went on a rampage towards him.::
::Drey murmured and unsheathed his blade. Shaking his head as he went through them with holding his bag over his shoulder, shoving them aside. ::
::warding them off with the swing of the blade as he quickly ran down the stairs. More came running up and Drey ran towards him with his blade pointed out, they soon ran back down and Drey made his way to the exit of the mansion.::
But it was too easy... Why? So many question not answered, but he didn't care. He just ran off soon to find men following him. He forgot something ... Indeed... The mansion must be lit.
Slipping some matches from his pocket, he moved towards the massive house, easily dodging the men with a pointed blade. He smirked as he grabbed a bottle from his one of his large pockets in his vest. The bottle was stuffed with something that looked like a cloth and the insides looked as if they had some sort of liquid in it. He lit it on fire with a simple sweep of a match against his vest.
The bottle was sent flying towards the mansion, it went through the window he had opened earlier. The house went up in flames.
Men scrambled to free themselves form the house with a man that seemed so familiar. They were pulling him and pulling him hard. Yanking him to follow it seemed as they dragged him on. It was him, The Grand Duke, the owner of the mansion, and the man soon to pay a debt. Drey ran towards the crowd with unsheathed blade, stepping forward to drive a strike through while the men stepped aside to escape the wrath, and the blade soon landed into the one
the path was meant for. The Grand Duke. The leading mobster. The man bhind his friends death.
The men all watched as their boss dropped to his death, sliding off of Drey's blade, and they turned to glare at Drey. They ran off... Off somewhere in which Drey did not know...
But Drey indeed, had his revenge.
- Drey D'erest Sanchez Starke
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From: dreystarke@aol.com (DreyStarke)
Date: 21 Jul 1999 00:53:55 EDT
Packing his stuff for a long journey back home. He let his hand wander into one of his pockets to find a dark blue case. He opened it to observe an emerald swirled diamond ring. The ring was meant for engagement and a broad smile crossed his face as he witnessed the brightness of the ring.
He heard a loud yell, quickly turning to the direction of the voice. It was Laris... Drey quickly ran to the window to look down and see the mansion of fire. He flinched as a flame connected into his hand causing the ring to drop to the floor. He scrambled for it but the flames soon roared inward.
He ran straight into the door to send it flying open and to continue down the large twirling staircase. Proceeding rather quickly to the main doors, he swung them open with a jolt, and found men standing all around. Drey ran back in the house, straight through, and soon fell upon the back door.
He gave it a good shove to send it flying to find a few men looking around. He took advantage and ran as fast as he could, but of course they spotted him. Gun shots were heard... And soon felt. He trembled to his knees as one caught his side... Crawling towards the street to find the horses the men arrived in.
He murmured as hopped on - the pain increasing in his side. The horse quickly took him out of the town and towards his now home, Rhydin.
As he left the town a thought raced into his mind. "The ring! Laris!"
- Drey D'erest Sanchez Starke
Date: 21 Jul 1999 00:53:55 EDT
Packing his stuff for a long journey back home. He let his hand wander into one of his pockets to find a dark blue case. He opened it to observe an emerald swirled diamond ring. The ring was meant for engagement and a broad smile crossed his face as he witnessed the brightness of the ring.
He heard a loud yell, quickly turning to the direction of the voice. It was Laris... Drey quickly ran to the window to look down and see the mansion of fire. He flinched as a flame connected into his hand causing the ring to drop to the floor. He scrambled for it but the flames soon roared inward.
He ran straight into the door to send it flying open and to continue down the large twirling staircase. Proceeding rather quickly to the main doors, he swung them open with a jolt, and found men standing all around. Drey ran back in the house, straight through, and soon fell upon the back door.
He gave it a good shove to send it flying to find a few men looking around. He took advantage and ran as fast as he could, but of course they spotted him. Gun shots were heard... And soon felt. He trembled to his knees as one caught his side... Crawling towards the street to find the horses the men arrived in.
He murmured as hopped on - the pain increasing in his side. The horse quickly took him out of the town and towards his now home, Rhydin.
As he left the town a thought raced into his mind. "The ring! Laris!"
- Drey D'erest Sanchez Starke