From: casmaxim@aol.com (Cas Maxim)
Date: 24 Feb 2000 21:58:50 EST
5-1. Cassius had lost to Pike D'Angul *5-1*. He was totally unprepared, his opponent was ready and hungry, all in all, it had a solid case for being the worst duel he'd ever fought.
Too much was weighing on him....and now he hadto face the fact the he knew he let his teammates down, he let Drake down, he let everyone down. He so wanted to go off and search for a rock to crawl under.
And he was going to search. But not for a rock. He knew of a place in a valleythat was a reasonable distance from the villa. An old Roman fortress, founded ages ago by a misplaced legion which had found it's way through the Nexus to Rhydin. He could train there...clear his head. The weather had been clearing up, and Laylla was still on a journey..now would be perfect. And it was this thought that preoccupied him as he entered the Arena. He moved to
the cork, and left a hastily written note:
To those who care....I am going away for a weekend. I feel I have lost my fighting edge
at a time when I need it sorely. When Marius Colestae went through a similiar slide not too long ago, I offered to take him to a place in the distance, where mayhaps he could regain the skill he once possessed. Now, I take myself there, to attempt to do the same.
Drakewyn, you know how to reach me in case of dire emergency. I'm sorry I let you and the team down. Very sorry. To the rest of the Community...you will find Imperator buried in a pillar in the Arena, as for certain reasons...I cannot bring it. I may return in time for the Tournament. If someone wishes to caretake Imperator in my absence, it would be preferable, but truthfully...I could care less if it remains in the pillar, as long as it safe. This
is not an ego trip, or self-pity...this is, indeed, something I have needed to do for a long time.
Take care, Cassius Gaius Maximius
A slight nod of his head, and he walked to the pillar mentioned in his missive, and unsheathed the proud iron blade, stabbing it into the pillar with a grunt. With that, he walked out, looking to procure supplies for his short journey
Clearing my head...((SL, but feel more then free to roin in)
-
DoS Archive
- Archivist
- Posts: 30701
- Joined: Mon Feb 16, 2004 8:27 am
-
DoS Archive
- Archivist
- Posts: 30701
- Joined: Mon Feb 16, 2004 8:27 am
From: xyclone@aol.com (Xyclone)
Date: 25 Feb 2000 04:42:44 EST
Writen in the tone of the loathsome, the pittiable, though never expect any pity or respect from either meself or me blade....
Soulcutter
Date: 25 Feb 2000 04:42:44 EST
Writen in the tone of the loathsome, the pittiable, though never expect any pity or respect from either meself or me blade....
Soulcutter
-
DoS Archive
- Archivist
- Posts: 30701
- Joined: Mon Feb 16, 2004 8:27 am
From: casmaxim@aol.com (Cas Maxim)
Date: 27 Feb 2000 13:04:43 EST
The flames of the campfire gave off a distinct
crackle, contrasting sharply with the harsh
flow of the prevailing north wind. Cassius Maximius huddled dangerously close to this
respectable fire he had built from mere driftwood, a felt blanket wrapped around his frame, as his arm held a stick over the flames, roasting a sizable chunk of rabbit meat impaled on the end. He had been wrong about the weather, and the north wind continuously reminded him of his folly with it's bites to his reddened face. At his side lay a pila that had been used to spear the rabbit-a meek animal, but he didn't have much time to
search for something larger-and a regular gladius, blood along the edges from the dirty job of gutting and butchering his catch.
He did wish Imperator was at his side, it had become like an appendage to him-a sharp, lethal appendage-but this was for the best. He wished to test if he could do battle without the trusted sword at his side, but now he felt that had been stupid and emotional; of course he could. No doubt people wondered why he left the blade in the open in the Arena, when some malcontent seemingly could steal it with ease. These same people knew nothing of
Imperator's sentient nature, and he sure wasn't going to leave it at the villa, where the only caretaker would be a young maid who well...he didn't feel quite comfortable leaving
the blade with. Besides, Drakewyn would most likely take it, and she could most likely handle the gladius's power should it go awry, sensing the absence of it's master. At any rate, she had a far better chance of it than the ditzy maid.
Cassius wasn't really that hungry; but regardless, he finished the rabbit flesh in only
a couple bites. He moved away from the flames, electing to keep the fire alive to frighten away animals. With a sharp intake of
fresh air, he laid himself down, his head resting on his pack. He loved the atmosphere
of the Arena well enough...but ye gods, how he relished being alone! No one reminding him of his arrogance, no one pleading with him for a duel, no officials to tell him what he could or could not say or do...no one.
Cassius found himself drifting to sleep gradually, occasionally giving off a short chuckle as he entertained himself with the thought of unfortunate things happening to Lupton....but as he settled in his slumber, his eyes remaining awake with soldierly discipline, his dreams consisted solely of being with Laylla, holding her...and of their precious daughter. Thank the gods he would arrive tomorrow; the sooner this began, the sooner it would end.
And in the shadows, a narrow pair of crimson eyes glowed.
Date: 27 Feb 2000 13:04:43 EST
The flames of the campfire gave off a distinct
crackle, contrasting sharply with the harsh
flow of the prevailing north wind. Cassius Maximius huddled dangerously close to this
respectable fire he had built from mere driftwood, a felt blanket wrapped around his frame, as his arm held a stick over the flames, roasting a sizable chunk of rabbit meat impaled on the end. He had been wrong about the weather, and the north wind continuously reminded him of his folly with it's bites to his reddened face. At his side lay a pila that had been used to spear the rabbit-a meek animal, but he didn't have much time to
search for something larger-and a regular gladius, blood along the edges from the dirty job of gutting and butchering his catch.
He did wish Imperator was at his side, it had become like an appendage to him-a sharp, lethal appendage-but this was for the best. He wished to test if he could do battle without the trusted sword at his side, but now he felt that had been stupid and emotional; of course he could. No doubt people wondered why he left the blade in the open in the Arena, when some malcontent seemingly could steal it with ease. These same people knew nothing of
Imperator's sentient nature, and he sure wasn't going to leave it at the villa, where the only caretaker would be a young maid who well...he didn't feel quite comfortable leaving
the blade with. Besides, Drakewyn would most likely take it, and she could most likely handle the gladius's power should it go awry, sensing the absence of it's master. At any rate, she had a far better chance of it than the ditzy maid.
Cassius wasn't really that hungry; but regardless, he finished the rabbit flesh in only
a couple bites. He moved away from the flames, electing to keep the fire alive to frighten away animals. With a sharp intake of
fresh air, he laid himself down, his head resting on his pack. He loved the atmosphere
of the Arena well enough...but ye gods, how he relished being alone! No one reminding him of his arrogance, no one pleading with him for a duel, no officials to tell him what he could or could not say or do...no one.
Cassius found himself drifting to sleep gradually, occasionally giving off a short chuckle as he entertained himself with the thought of unfortunate things happening to Lupton....but as he settled in his slumber, his eyes remaining awake with soldierly discipline, his dreams consisted solely of being with Laylla, holding her...and of their precious daughter. Thank the gods he would arrive tomorrow; the sooner this began, the sooner it would end.
And in the shadows, a narrow pair of crimson eyes glowed.
-
DoS Archive
- Archivist
- Posts: 30701
- Joined: Mon Feb 16, 2004 8:27 am
From: lyonxx@aol.com (Lyon xx)
Date: 27 Feb 2000 18:59:50 EST
Lyon and Mel made their way into the Arena after a night of hunting and stopped to read the written messages. One in particular, the one by the Roman, caught Lyon's eye.
"He left his sword...he actually left his sword." Lyon couldn't believe his good fortune.
"Over here Uncle. It is still embedded in the pole here." Lyon quickly made his way to the sword and pulled it from its make shift scabbard.
"Open a portal to the Towers Mel. First we see Daegarth. Then I think I shall see Lupton. It has been a long time since we have spoken."
The portal opened, and the two stepped through, it closed behind them.
Date: 27 Feb 2000 18:59:50 EST
Lyon and Mel made their way into the Arena after a night of hunting and stopped to read the written messages. One in particular, the one by the Roman, caught Lyon's eye.
"He left his sword...he actually left his sword." Lyon couldn't believe his good fortune.
"Over here Uncle. It is still embedded in the pole here." Lyon quickly made his way to the sword and pulled it from its make shift scabbard.
"Open a portal to the Towers Mel. First we see Daegarth. Then I think I shall see Lupton. It has been a long time since we have spoken."
The portal opened, and the two stepped through, it closed behind them.
-
DoS Archive
- Archivist
- Posts: 30701
- Joined: Mon Feb 16, 2004 8:27 am
From: casmaxim@aol.com (Cas Maxim)
Date: 27 Feb 2000 20:50:07 EST
Another loss. Lucius Minimius now had 70 LoW, following this emberrasing 5-2 loss to Woody Woodchuck. Walking dejectedly out
of the Arena, mumbling under his breath vows of quitting and laments of self-pity, the centurion-in-training spied a hole in a wooden support pole...a sword stab. Lucius wasn't strong enough quite just yet to stab through wood...so he placed his gladius in the pre-made hole with an exaggerated grunt, and slunk out.
((OOC note: In the SL I had going here, Drakewyn had taken Imperator out of the pillar and put it in her office on Thursday night. There were witnesses to this, and she had planned to post, and I think she will do a retroactive post concerning it. As far as Lyon goes, he did nothing wrong. This was a simple misunderstanding, and I can see where he would come to the conclusion that it was open. Yes, it is open for everyone, I'm very flattered that an
expert player such as Lyon's was interested in my SL, and I am not opposed to the idea of Cas's sword being taken..in fact, it would be an excellent SL in my opinion and I am more than willing to do it
sometime in the future. Furthermore, if I had been approached about it earlier, I would have happily given the ok. The only reason I nixed this idea now was because something(Drake's taking the blade for safekeeping) had already occured in the SL that made this turn unfeasible at the moment.
I added this recent part because I didn't want to simply wave a wand and pretend that Lyon's action didn't happen,as that would not be fair to him, and also, it was my pitiful attempt at comic relief.
Again, no one did anything wrong, this was a misunderstanding, and I hope no ill feelings are held by Lyon's player.
Brett))
Date: 27 Feb 2000 20:50:07 EST
Another loss. Lucius Minimius now had 70 LoW, following this emberrasing 5-2 loss to Woody Woodchuck. Walking dejectedly out
of the Arena, mumbling under his breath vows of quitting and laments of self-pity, the centurion-in-training spied a hole in a wooden support pole...a sword stab. Lucius wasn't strong enough quite just yet to stab through wood...so he placed his gladius in the pre-made hole with an exaggerated grunt, and slunk out.
((OOC note: In the SL I had going here, Drakewyn had taken Imperator out of the pillar and put it in her office on Thursday night. There were witnesses to this, and she had planned to post, and I think she will do a retroactive post concerning it. As far as Lyon goes, he did nothing wrong. This was a simple misunderstanding, and I can see where he would come to the conclusion that it was open. Yes, it is open for everyone, I'm very flattered that an
expert player such as Lyon's was interested in my SL, and I am not opposed to the idea of Cas's sword being taken..in fact, it would be an excellent SL in my opinion and I am more than willing to do it
sometime in the future. Furthermore, if I had been approached about it earlier, I would have happily given the ok. The only reason I nixed this idea now was because something(Drake's taking the blade for safekeeping) had already occured in the SL that made this turn unfeasible at the moment.
I added this recent part because I didn't want to simply wave a wand and pretend that Lyon's action didn't happen,as that would not be fair to him, and also, it was my pitiful attempt at comic relief.
Again, no one did anything wrong, this was a misunderstanding, and I hope no ill feelings are held by Lyon's player.
Brett))
-
DoS Archive
- Archivist
- Posts: 30701
- Joined: Mon Feb 16, 2004 8:27 am
From: drakewyni@aol.com (Drakewyn I)
Date: 27 Feb 2000 21:19:58 EST
( Before anyone claims powergaming or retro-active posting, the following scene did occur in the Arena on Thursday... I just didn't post. Thank you. )
For the first time in recent weeks, Drake managed to arrive early for her shift... Adelie was fully recovered from her mysterious ailment, Jhessail was finished with her travels for the season and even her Father was spending more and more time with his wife and their young twin children.
The nightmares had not plagued her for a few months, and it even appeared as if Dagroth's influence had weakened... Life was going well.
Her team's woes, however, were still continuing... They'd lost to Phoenix due to a forfeiture, and it looked as if they would lose to the Unforgiving as well.
When she went to her usual place by the support pillar to call, the first thing she noticed was Cas' blade stuck there.
One or two of the patrons claimed to have witnessed him putting it there, and made mention of a note besides... but that mattered little to Drake. What did matter to her was that it appeared Cas was giving up.
Then night went well... a light crowd, but generally fun and enjoyable. But, later that night, when Anubis made a move to take the blade, she told him in no uncertain terms, "Touch it and you won't be -able- to duel." The threat worked well enough... for now, while she was here... but she knew she'd have to take further steps.
After the rings were closed, and all the duelists had made their way from the Arena, she plucked the gladius from the pillar. A faint flash of blue light from it's blade surprised her, and she knew she could not take it to the cottage... at least not until she'd studied what sort of magic it might have.
So, handing it off to a swiftly summoned earth elemental, she took it to her office and locked it away with the archives.
Date: 27 Feb 2000 21:19:58 EST
( Before anyone claims powergaming or retro-active posting, the following scene did occur in the Arena on Thursday... I just didn't post. Thank you. )
For the first time in recent weeks, Drake managed to arrive early for her shift... Adelie was fully recovered from her mysterious ailment, Jhessail was finished with her travels for the season and even her Father was spending more and more time with his wife and their young twin children.
The nightmares had not plagued her for a few months, and it even appeared as if Dagroth's influence had weakened... Life was going well.
Her team's woes, however, were still continuing... They'd lost to Phoenix due to a forfeiture, and it looked as if they would lose to the Unforgiving as well.
When she went to her usual place by the support pillar to call, the first thing she noticed was Cas' blade stuck there.
One or two of the patrons claimed to have witnessed him putting it there, and made mention of a note besides... but that mattered little to Drake. What did matter to her was that it appeared Cas was giving up.
Then night went well... a light crowd, but generally fun and enjoyable. But, later that night, when Anubis made a move to take the blade, she told him in no uncertain terms, "Touch it and you won't be -able- to duel." The threat worked well enough... for now, while she was here... but she knew she'd have to take further steps.
After the rings were closed, and all the duelists had made their way from the Arena, she plucked the gladius from the pillar. A faint flash of blue light from it's blade surprised her, and she knew she could not take it to the cottage... at least not until she'd studied what sort of magic it might have.
So, handing it off to a swiftly summoned earth elemental, she took it to her office and locked it away with the archives.
-
DoS Archive
- Archivist
- Posts: 30701
- Joined: Mon Feb 16, 2004 8:27 am
From: casmaxim@aol.com (Cas Maxim)
Date: 28 Feb 2000 01:30:53 EST
The goblin waited in the bushes, stoically ignoring the thorns that agitated his leathery emerald green hide. The creature held only
the lowly rank of scout in his tribe's militia, but he was experienced in the local terrain, and had a keen eye and calculating mind, even if his fighting skills weren't exactly the best. The man appeared to have finally drifted to sleep. He wasn't particularly large for a human male, but he wasn't small either, and he had a soldier's build and look, despite the youthful face. He also appeared to be armed.
He had left the fire running all night, to scare off predators. Effective in doing that, yes, but also indicates a human traveler to the goblins rampant in this region of Rhydin. He was either a greenhorn to the valley and foolish...or he had no fear of the goblins. The scout hoped for the former; humans who didn't fear goblin raids usually had good reason not to be.
Cassius hadn't quite drifted into total unconsciousness just yet, and he did manage to catch a glimpse of the smallish green being that ran from the bushes into his little campsite. It was all he could do to remain still; it did startle him a bit. Goblins abounded in the valley, he knew that, he just didn't expect it.
The goblin messily emptied Cassius's pack, only to find dissapointment. A grappling hook,
some weighted anklets, and basic survival equipment...nothing of value. With the possible exception of a red apple that dropped out, bouncing freely along the dirty ground. This didn't seem to bother the goblin one bit, as he picked up the fruit and took a healthy bite out of it. Just then the goblin felt a powerful grip on his ankle...he glanced down to spot a human hand tightly wrapped around it.
Cassius abruptly stood up, keeping his grasp on the green ankle. Rising to his full height, which towered over that of the goblin, caused the unfortunate creature to unbalance. A sharp jerk of the arm over his head lifted the panicking goblin off it's feet completely, a release of the ankle causing it to drop with a thud. And before it could recover, Cas was upon it, an iron dagger held to it's throat by the tip.PTSIZE=10> "Looking for something?" "Huh"?!"
The goblin only responded to the terse and threatening words with frightened gibberish in it's native tongue, which Cas could not understand; but the body language seemed plain enough.
"Go. Leave. Be gone" Cas said with a gradual easing of his stance...the goblin stood, panicking, scrambling about, attempting to pick up some mundane items despite the present danger. "GET OUT!!" And the goblin ran off into the bush, utterly terrified.
Grumbling Latin curses, Cassius began the
unwanted chore of replacing the items in his pack. Tomorrow he would reach the abandoned fort, and he did not need to deal with a goblin horde angered by it's worthless comrade's death. So he let the thing go. With a sneer, he kicked the partially eaten apple into the bushes.
He had been looking forward to that apple.
Date: 28 Feb 2000 01:30:53 EST
The goblin waited in the bushes, stoically ignoring the thorns that agitated his leathery emerald green hide. The creature held only
the lowly rank of scout in his tribe's militia, but he was experienced in the local terrain, and had a keen eye and calculating mind, even if his fighting skills weren't exactly the best. The man appeared to have finally drifted to sleep. He wasn't particularly large for a human male, but he wasn't small either, and he had a soldier's build and look, despite the youthful face. He also appeared to be armed.
He had left the fire running all night, to scare off predators. Effective in doing that, yes, but also indicates a human traveler to the goblins rampant in this region of Rhydin. He was either a greenhorn to the valley and foolish...or he had no fear of the goblins. The scout hoped for the former; humans who didn't fear goblin raids usually had good reason not to be.
Cassius hadn't quite drifted into total unconsciousness just yet, and he did manage to catch a glimpse of the smallish green being that ran from the bushes into his little campsite. It was all he could do to remain still; it did startle him a bit. Goblins abounded in the valley, he knew that, he just didn't expect it.
The goblin messily emptied Cassius's pack, only to find dissapointment. A grappling hook,
some weighted anklets, and basic survival equipment...nothing of value. With the possible exception of a red apple that dropped out, bouncing freely along the dirty ground. This didn't seem to bother the goblin one bit, as he picked up the fruit and took a healthy bite out of it. Just then the goblin felt a powerful grip on his ankle...he glanced down to spot a human hand tightly wrapped around it.
Cassius abruptly stood up, keeping his grasp on the green ankle. Rising to his full height, which towered over that of the goblin, caused the unfortunate creature to unbalance. A sharp jerk of the arm over his head lifted the panicking goblin off it's feet completely, a release of the ankle causing it to drop with a thud. And before it could recover, Cas was upon it, an iron dagger held to it's throat by the tip.PTSIZE=10> "Looking for something?" "Huh"?!"
The goblin only responded to the terse and threatening words with frightened gibberish in it's native tongue, which Cas could not understand; but the body language seemed plain enough.
"Go. Leave. Be gone" Cas said with a gradual easing of his stance...the goblin stood, panicking, scrambling about, attempting to pick up some mundane items despite the present danger. "GET OUT!!" And the goblin ran off into the bush, utterly terrified.
Grumbling Latin curses, Cassius began the
unwanted chore of replacing the items in his pack. Tomorrow he would reach the abandoned fort, and he did not need to deal with a goblin horde angered by it's worthless comrade's death. So he let the thing go. With a sneer, he kicked the partially eaten apple into the bushes.
He had been looking forward to that apple.