To Test The Burn In The Fire

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From: lordgeraid@aol.com (LordGeraId)
Date: 01 Aug 1999 01:36:37 EDT

The night before had allowed him the advantage of seeking the place out before committing himself to such an area. The sword fights were simpler than practice sessions, for the patrons of this area seemed nothing more than scared skunks hidden behind the flowery bushes of chastity than warriors with actual courage. Those gathered judgments were from the interaction he witnessed between many of whom he suspected to be
regulars.

Though he suspected the normality of nonsense with normal fighters, with these men these was little a spark of fire behind their gestures. They sounded old in their youth, as if boredom had grasped them by the throat and demanded that they not give into desires of fun or hatred. Though this is another normality with the chaste, this beget difference than those he and those behind him had dealt with. The air was soaked in abundance with this boredom.

He decided to test the air personally before he chose to declare this the next area to infiltrate. Since this was open door to any who might step in, he had difficulty finding a worthy opponent to test on the fighting grounds. He used different methods of grazed insult riddled with hostility to test each fighter he asked. Most were busy or were too much of a simpleton to fight. Many failed attempts were executed and with each he adjusted to fit a
more appealing opponent for his would-be opponent.

In search of ten minutes or so, one finally gave choice to give way to a fight. In the midst of the wait this man left off with his daughter to find his wife in chase of a demon of him make-believe. Such were the men of this area. But he was left uninformed of this detail in the hour long wait to be summoned to the ring. The noise of the crowds were nothing but predictable, silly minded folk screaming for opponents while the other ignored his insane
cries, mindless chatter about whatever events fit their current place in life and the uniformed officials who slowly moved their way through the lines of waiting duelists.

The wait had become so long that he grew impatient and began to tap his foot to release excess energy. As he began to contemplate a notice to the officials in ask of why he had yet to be summoned, a female suited girl began to wave her arms frantically to get his attention. He had become so accustom to waiting that he had forgotten to listen for his call. She notified him that his opponent had left by telling him without notification to find another
opponent and forcing him to figure it out for himself.

He quickly found a girl to fight. Strategically he quickly got to her bad side by calling her 'girl', as many hostile women fighter-types will quickly rampage over. He decided to fight this more of a test of the waters than an actual test of combat. The match was tied or lead by him throughout most of the match. As she tied up the match again, he began to find the patterns in her movements, but as he adjusted she did like-wise and finally took a
half-point lead that windowed her to a victory.

As she made her winning snide remark in response to what he had been planting into her mind through the match, he slipped away his sword and removed himself from the ring. If the purpose of his presence was to stir a sitting pot of stew, than this place was a little less than perfect, but would do in the complete race.

As he sat to a table, he penned a note to Michelle and sent it away to her.

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From: erosdburgo@aol.com (ErosDBurgo)
Date: 01 Aug 1999 03:38:38 EDT

In search of ten minutes or so, one finally gave choice to give way to a fight. In the midst of the wait this man left off with his daughter to find his wife in chase of a demon of him make-believe.

::wandering by the cork....wonders who this man thought of, He, himself, as an accomplished Magic User, but knows this place has a proud tradition, and thinks this man should respect anyone who fights for whom they love...

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From: lqdforest@aol.com (LqdForest)
Date: 03 Aug 1999 17:25:16 EDT


The man known as Forest dons his reading glasses and looks through the varios missives on Ye Oldde Cork, smirking slightly when he comes across the one speaking of a man whom seems to hold himself quiet high.
"And yet he lost the match, how amusing." A slight chuckle echos from his lips at the irony of the situation. "It would seem RhyDin has another dueler who thinks his privy doesn't smell. Mayhaps I will have to pay yon lord a visit." A quiet smile crosses his lips as he continues thumbing through the varios messages.





From the desk of:

Durax "Forest" MacAllister, traveler of many realms

Master at Arms to RhyDin's Duel of Swords

Enchanter to RhyDin's Duel of Magic