From: sidarthax@aol.com (Sidartha x)
Date: 09 Jan 2000 20:23:57 EST
A figure, cloaked in deep purple with the hood pulled up, slipped into the room long after Mystik has left, giving the lady mage time alone with her thoughts.
Pale blue eyes passed fondly over the growing mass of momentos given lovingly to a fallen friend, some stained with tears of sorrow for a life lost. For several long moments the figure stood in silent reflection on a man she didn't know closely, but had always respected him as a gentleman and as a skilled dueler.
With head bowed, the figure pulled out a small burgundy velvet pouch from her cloak, containing a replica of the Eigth Ring, the first ring that Dexter ever acquired. Coupling the pouch with a daisy to remind those who saw it of the happy memories they have of the man, she placed it with the others.
Courage's blade rang as she unsheathed it and raised it in a simple salute of respect for Condextint "Dexter" Montoya as she reached the doorway of the room. Then, still in silence, the figure took her leave.
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From: karnafexx@aol.com (Karnafexx)
Date: 10 Jan 2000 23:55:21 EST
William and Kaprielle walked slowly into the Beacon to pay their respects to a fallen man. Dressed appropriately in black, they stood quietly before the body of one of their own.
"It never gets any easier, does it honey?" William said to Kaprielle as he gazed down upon the fallen dueler.
They both reached out and held hands in an instinctive gesture of comfort. It wasn't that William was shocked or dismayed by the death, a man who has lived his life dealing in death becomes immune to it after a while, he simply disliked the waste.
"Sometimes...sometimes I feel so helpless Kappy!" Billy growled as looked down into the coffin. He closed his green eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose with two large fingers.
"We spend all of our time dancing with death, but we are never truly prepared when one of us stumbles and death decides to take the lead." William knew he wasn't one for philosophical speeches, but he hoped his meaning wasn't lost on his love.
Unexpectedly, William turns to Kaprielle and enfolds her in a tight hug. "I don't know what I'd do if I ever lost you, babe." William gives her one more tight squeeze before kissing her gently on the cheek and breaking the embrace.
As they turn to leave, William places a hand on her arm. "We're forgetting our manners Kappy. We can't let this man go out like this without paying the proper respects."
He reaches into the breast pocket of his black suit and pulls out the silver filigreed flask Kaprielle had give to him. Unscrewing the cap, he breaths in the heavy aroma of the Yukon Jack inside. He passes the flask to Kappy and lets her take the first sip out of respect. She hands it back and he takes a long pull, screwing the cap back on after he does.
Placing the flask among the other gifts, Billy places his oversized hands on the coffin and leans in close, giving Dex one last, lopsided grin.
"A bit of firewater for ya' trip kid. Next time we meet, I expect ya' ta' give this here thing back ta' me, full too." Billy whispers so only Kappy and Dex could hear.
"I gotta go kid. Just remember that uncle Billy's gonna remember ya', gonna remember ya' as right as rain." This time so softly that only Dex could have possibly heard.
Pushing lightly off from the casket, William lovingly took Kaprielle's hand and they slowly exited the Beacon.
Date: 10 Jan 2000 23:55:21 EST
William and Kaprielle walked slowly into the Beacon to pay their respects to a fallen man. Dressed appropriately in black, they stood quietly before the body of one of their own.
"It never gets any easier, does it honey?" William said to Kaprielle as he gazed down upon the fallen dueler.
They both reached out and held hands in an instinctive gesture of comfort. It wasn't that William was shocked or dismayed by the death, a man who has lived his life dealing in death becomes immune to it after a while, he simply disliked the waste.
"Sometimes...sometimes I feel so helpless Kappy!" Billy growled as looked down into the coffin. He closed his green eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose with two large fingers.
"We spend all of our time dancing with death, but we are never truly prepared when one of us stumbles and death decides to take the lead." William knew he wasn't one for philosophical speeches, but he hoped his meaning wasn't lost on his love.
Unexpectedly, William turns to Kaprielle and enfolds her in a tight hug. "I don't know what I'd do if I ever lost you, babe." William gives her one more tight squeeze before kissing her gently on the cheek and breaking the embrace.
As they turn to leave, William places a hand on her arm. "We're forgetting our manners Kappy. We can't let this man go out like this without paying the proper respects."
He reaches into the breast pocket of his black suit and pulls out the silver filigreed flask Kaprielle had give to him. Unscrewing the cap, he breaths in the heavy aroma of the Yukon Jack inside. He passes the flask to Kappy and lets her take the first sip out of respect. She hands it back and he takes a long pull, screwing the cap back on after he does.
Placing the flask among the other gifts, Billy places his oversized hands on the coffin and leans in close, giving Dex one last, lopsided grin.
"A bit of firewater for ya' trip kid. Next time we meet, I expect ya' ta' give this here thing back ta' me, full too." Billy whispers so only Kappy and Dex could hear.
"I gotta go kid. Just remember that uncle Billy's gonna remember ya', gonna remember ya' as right as rain." This time so softly that only Dex could have possibly heard.
Pushing lightly off from the casket, William lovingly took Kaprielle's hand and they slowly exited the Beacon.
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From: leducblanc@aol.com (LeDucBlanc)
Date: 11 Jan 2000 23:31:12 EST
The old knight read over the announcement two or three times, to make sure he had it correct. It was a tragedy for any life that had such an impact to end so uselessly. A carriage accident? Men and women who lived for something deserved to die for something. He did not travel to the valley, but he walked behind the alley and knelt in prayer, saying a rosary for the dead.
Date: 11 Jan 2000 23:31:12 EST
The old knight read over the announcement two or three times, to make sure he had it correct. It was a tragedy for any life that had such an impact to end so uselessly. A carriage accident? Men and women who lived for something deserved to die for something. He did not travel to the valley, but he walked behind the alley and knelt in prayer, saying a rosary for the dead.