From: lorddarylkyle@aol.com (Lord Daryl Kyle)
Date: 22 Feb 2000 00:26:53 EST
::Daryl left from the Arena, hanging tiredly and weakly on Ceri...heading for Avery's house. His leg was slashed open at the calf...a deep cut...bleeding with each step and a dark red with blood towel covered a wound on his stomach. It had been a long battle...and a bloody one. His challenge was set for March 5th at 10 EST but this one had come at a surprise::
::he and Ceri struggled as they walked...Avery's house in view. After a long tiring walk the bloodied Baron entered the courtyard of Avery's and strode to the door weakly::
::Ceri was with him...helping him walk as they stopped at Avery;s front door. With strength that was leaving him quickly he banged on the door loudly and called out::
Overlord Avery Shiv Blade and Casey Shiv Blade! Come to the door quickly as I must tell you something!
::with failing strength he waited for Avery or Casey to answer as he stood with Ceri for just a moment before his strength left him completely and his wounds surcomed him and he fell unconcious to the ground::
Daryl Kyle,
Baron of the 6th Baronial Ring of the Duel of Swords
Journeyman of the Phantom Scots
Christopher, Son of Avery
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From: mystikkialynna@aol.com (MystikKialynna)
Date: 23 Feb 2000 21:54:34 EST
She and Christopher had left the Arena. The lad still not responding to anything but Avery's name, and this only a raise of head and a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Mystik kept talking gently as they appeared on the front porch of her cabin. Leading him inside, she called to waken Nanny and the goblins that moved from the Isle to care for odd jobs.
Water and herb basket, cloths and warm food and milk set on the large old ranch table at her bidding as she prepared to clean and tend the child's wounds. Her mind wandering over the events of the night as cleansing and healing herbs were added to the warm water, the cloth dipped, then gently applied to Christpher's skin to remove the grime of his captivity so his wounds could be clearly assessed....
She had barely made it to Gray and Bry's wedding reception. So much to do at the Manor in Rockwell to see it aright after years of none save a few servants living there. She had promised her brother and new sister she would try to be there and she would not fail in that. She missed the ceremony, and this upset her, but the happiness sparkling in the eyes of her brother and his bride eased her upset. The eve continued with much teasing and
laughter. Several came and went, bringing well wishes for the newlyweds. Daryl had arrived and offered his congratualtions and teasing Bry and Gray.
He announced the date and time for his Challenge Match with Damien, wagers were being laid with much merriment and teasing. Then came in a strange lad and laid wager against Daryl. Words were exchanged and Daryl offered to demonstrate his skill in the ring. During this, Bargos arrived and added his comments.
Myst had been whispering and teasing with Bry. The next she knew she was being asked to call a duel for Daryl and Bargos. She agreed not having heard much of the preceeding converse. Bargos stepped out a moment....returning with Christopher chained as Myst would never chain even a wild beast. Daryl said they would up the wager of the duel....if he won, Christopher would go free...if he lost, he would become as Christopher was, chained and enslaved
at Bargos' pleasure. Mysty was uncomfortable with calling this, but there was no reason she could not, it would not endanger her positions with DoS or TDL as far as she knew.
(tbc)
Date: 23 Feb 2000 21:54:34 EST
She and Christopher had left the Arena. The lad still not responding to anything but Avery's name, and this only a raise of head and a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Mystik kept talking gently as they appeared on the front porch of her cabin. Leading him inside, she called to waken Nanny and the goblins that moved from the Isle to care for odd jobs.
Water and herb basket, cloths and warm food and milk set on the large old ranch table at her bidding as she prepared to clean and tend the child's wounds. Her mind wandering over the events of the night as cleansing and healing herbs were added to the warm water, the cloth dipped, then gently applied to Christpher's skin to remove the grime of his captivity so his wounds could be clearly assessed....
She had barely made it to Gray and Bry's wedding reception. So much to do at the Manor in Rockwell to see it aright after years of none save a few servants living there. She had promised her brother and new sister she would try to be there and she would not fail in that. She missed the ceremony, and this upset her, but the happiness sparkling in the eyes of her brother and his bride eased her upset. The eve continued with much teasing and
laughter. Several came and went, bringing well wishes for the newlyweds. Daryl had arrived and offered his congratualtions and teasing Bry and Gray.
He announced the date and time for his Challenge Match with Damien, wagers were being laid with much merriment and teasing. Then came in a strange lad and laid wager against Daryl. Words were exchanged and Daryl offered to demonstrate his skill in the ring. During this, Bargos arrived and added his comments.
Myst had been whispering and teasing with Bry. The next she knew she was being asked to call a duel for Daryl and Bargos. She agreed not having heard much of the preceeding converse. Bargos stepped out a moment....returning with Christopher chained as Myst would never chain even a wild beast. Daryl said they would up the wager of the duel....if he won, Christopher would go free...if he lost, he would become as Christopher was, chained and enslaved
at Bargos' pleasure. Mysty was uncomfortable with calling this, but there was no reason she could not, it would not endanger her positions with DoS or TDL as far as she knew.
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From: mystikkialynna@aol.com (MystikKialynna)
Date: 23 Feb 2000 21:56:03 EST
Then Bargos threw in another comment...if Daryl lost he wouldn't be enslaved...he'd be dead. Before any could respond to this, he bemoaned the fact that he had forgotten the Ward. Daryl informed him that he did not use the Ward while dueling. Suddenly this had become not only a slave match, but a death match as well. This, Myst could not be part of officiating.
Not only was she not about to call a death match involving her friend, Daryl, but calling a death match went against the rules binding her position as an official with both dueling venues.
It was arranged that Gray would call the match. Var was watching in disbelief as this was going on, Phantom and Rae had arrived. Raelin kneeling beside Christopher, trying to talk to and soothe him, to heal what she could as all were distracted. Robert, Augustus, a newcomer to the duels, and Zafiroo watching, voicing encouragement to Daryl as he met this challenge. Myst and Bry watched stunned, holding onto each other as their friend engaged in
this duel and husband and brother officiated it. Mystik listened quietly as Gray's voice rang out with each call...
"Slave ring 1 round 1 Bargos swings up Only to find out that a lat parry is too high for the low cut finding his shins 1-0 Daryl
::Watching the rings he winces for Bargos as he steps in aggressivly:: Turning as the pair thrust each other for mutual points and pain 2-1 Daryl
::Watching the rings silvers widen a bit as Daryl presses foward:: LANG="0">Meeting Bargos' low cut in the middle...no one scores 2-1 Daryl
::Trying to hold back a laugh he watches as both men slash at one another for naught 2-1 Daryl
Daryl steps in as does Bargos...gazes meeting directly....Only one could score in this situation...Bargos placing the defense timly against the incoming thrust 2-2 ((TH/SH))
Daryly stands his ground...almost expecting to advance....And turns the thrust skyward timing it to the second... 2.5-2 Daryl
Ring slave round 7 Bargos steps in again thinking to have thrown the baron off.....His low cut catching the shins as Daryl smacks him in the head for the effort 3.5-3 Daryl
Ring Slave Round 8 Bargos stays offensive...Daryl moves to the defense...but who got whom?
Bargos lunges only to find the Parry standing in his way 4-3 Daryl
::He watches in horror as the possibility of an end presents itself::Daryl cuts low only to meet the spear of Bargos for no points
Bargos sets up swinging the spear for the fences. Daryl just cowers as the tip swings overhead 4.5-3 Daryl ((DU/HC))
Daryl steps up thinking to have found the end all for this match.Only to find....The cut falling on his parry as the match ends and Christopher becomes his.
Final Daryl Kyle defeats Bargos 5-3"
(tbc)
Date: 23 Feb 2000 21:56:03 EST
Then Bargos threw in another comment...if Daryl lost he wouldn't be enslaved...he'd be dead. Before any could respond to this, he bemoaned the fact that he had forgotten the Ward. Daryl informed him that he did not use the Ward while dueling. Suddenly this had become not only a slave match, but a death match as well. This, Myst could not be part of officiating.
Not only was she not about to call a death match involving her friend, Daryl, but calling a death match went against the rules binding her position as an official with both dueling venues.
It was arranged that Gray would call the match. Var was watching in disbelief as this was going on, Phantom and Rae had arrived. Raelin kneeling beside Christopher, trying to talk to and soothe him, to heal what she could as all were distracted. Robert, Augustus, a newcomer to the duels, and Zafiroo watching, voicing encouragement to Daryl as he met this challenge. Myst and Bry watched stunned, holding onto each other as their friend engaged in
this duel and husband and brother officiated it. Mystik listened quietly as Gray's voice rang out with each call...
"Slave ring 1 round 1 Bargos swings up Only to find out that a lat parry is too high for the low cut finding his shins 1-0 Daryl
::Watching the rings he winces for Bargos as he steps in aggressivly:: Turning as the pair thrust each other for mutual points and pain 2-1 Daryl
::Watching the rings silvers widen a bit as Daryl presses foward:: LANG="0">Meeting Bargos' low cut in the middle...no one scores 2-1 Daryl
::Trying to hold back a laugh he watches as both men slash at one another for naught 2-1 Daryl
Daryl steps in as does Bargos...gazes meeting directly....Only one could score in this situation...Bargos placing the defense timly against the incoming thrust 2-2 ((TH/SH))
Daryly stands his ground...almost expecting to advance....And turns the thrust skyward timing it to the second... 2.5-2 Daryl
Ring slave round 7 Bargos steps in again thinking to have thrown the baron off.....His low cut catching the shins as Daryl smacks him in the head for the effort 3.5-3 Daryl
Ring Slave Round 8 Bargos stays offensive...Daryl moves to the defense...but who got whom?
Bargos lunges only to find the Parry standing in his way 4-3 Daryl
::He watches in horror as the possibility of an end presents itself::Daryl cuts low only to meet the spear of Bargos for no points
Bargos sets up swinging the spear for the fences. Daryl just cowers as the tip swings overhead 4.5-3 Daryl ((DU/HC))
Daryl steps up thinking to have found the end all for this match.Only to find....The cut falling on his parry as the match ends and Christopher becomes his.
Final Daryl Kyle defeats Bargos 5-3"
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From: mystikkialynna@aol.com (MystikKialynna)
Date: 23 Feb 2000 21:58:03 EST
Daryl requested that she tend Christopher as well as she could, then join he and Ceri at Avery and Casey's to bring Christopher home to his family. Her thoughts returned to the present as she finished cleaning the grime from the lad. The goblins sent scurrying among the storeroom for fresh garments for the lad. Breeches, soft cotten shirt and leather boots as well as a warm cloak found among clothing
left from her nephew, Devin, and the lad Aullere was caring from at the time, Tae's last visit to the cabin. Herbs and salves gently applied to the lad's wounds, then encouraging him to eat the meal Nanny set before him. A soft smile, yet silver depths hardened as the lad fell to eating ravanously. That a child would be denied nurishment and ill treated as this one had deepening her distaste for Bargos.
Once the lad had eaten his fill and was seeming just a bit more himself, Myst took his hand. A small pouch of herbs and silk and needle in her pocket to attend Daryl. Softly incanted words removing them from the cabin. Reappearing at Avery and Casey's home. As the silver shimmer died away, she saw Daryl in a heap near the doorway, Ceri kneeling beside him.
Date: 23 Feb 2000 21:58:03 EST
Daryl requested that she tend Christopher as well as she could, then join he and Ceri at Avery and Casey's to bring Christopher home to his family. Her thoughts returned to the present as she finished cleaning the grime from the lad. The goblins sent scurrying among the storeroom for fresh garments for the lad. Breeches, soft cotten shirt and leather boots as well as a warm cloak found among clothing
left from her nephew, Devin, and the lad Aullere was caring from at the time, Tae's last visit to the cabin. Herbs and salves gently applied to the lad's wounds, then encouraging him to eat the meal Nanny set before him. A soft smile, yet silver depths hardened as the lad fell to eating ravanously. That a child would be denied nurishment and ill treated as this one had deepening her distaste for Bargos.
Once the lad had eaten his fill and was seeming just a bit more himself, Myst took his hand. A small pouch of herbs and silk and needle in her pocket to attend Daryl. Softly incanted words removing them from the cabin. Reappearing at Avery and Casey's home. As the silver shimmer died away, she saw Daryl in a heap near the doorway, Ceri kneeling beside him.