From: bargosmcconahuex@aol.com (BargosMcConahueX)
Date: 13 Mar 2000 20:56:17 EST
Payback's Always Double
He was satisfied that the ex-baron had been demolished in his challenge match, though he was still unsatisfied. The baron had put his best forth, going against the warning he was given just nights before his challenge. Bargos was humiliated, the feeling of disgust was evident when he rose in the morning, to when his lids fell shut at night fall. He was constantly snapping at everyone he knew, even Varradin who had recently saved his life. Though he
knew it would persist until he took action against the man. He at last began to plot, making sure every detail of the plan was secure before he commenced, and this time, it would not just be pain upon the ex-baron he would inflict....
The messenger arrived at Kyle's doorstep before sunrise with the letter, sealed by a stamp he knew, recognizable to be his sister's. When Kyle found the letter, he immediately unrolled the parchment, eagerly reading the written, as he had not seen his sister in some time. He was quite surprised to find that she was in RhyDin, busy as she was, and even beyond that, she wished to meet up with him.
Kyle thought it strange, however, that she knew of the arena, and even wished to meet him there. Though that was nothing to waist thought upon, it was his sister after all. He put little more thought into the matter, and went through the day and his work as if any other, until the time came to meet the lovely woman of his own blood. He enveloped himself in a heavy cloak, and made out toward the arena. As it was not a scheduled dueling night, he left
his dueling sword behind, and took a simple dagger, for protection.
Payback's always double
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From: bargosmcconahuex@aol.com (BargosMcConahueX)
Date: 15 Mar 2000 20:52:36 EST
((note: The mun of LordDarylKyle is unable to make these postings himself, but the SL has been passed between us two.))
She was shocked on receiving the letter. Kyle really wrote her? It can't be, but it seems to be true. Astonished, she made the arrangements, noting the directions with great care.
"The arena? Hmm? Never knew Kyle was into that sort of thing.. oh well."
Speaking to herself, she planned to leave several days early, to meet up with Daryl en route to her business destination.
Finding the place was more simple than she had assumed, and from the design of the dragon, she knew she had found the correct inn. 'Red Dragon Inn' is what the sign read, and once inside she quickly saw the crossed swords, as was written. She began making her way to the entrance.
"Miss, deh arena is nae ope' dis evenin'." The old man spoke, grasping her arm. She tugged away, frightened. The prune faced man grunted and turned away, leaving her be. She turned to face the door once more, scooting inside. The stairs seemed shaky, but she felt they were safe.. somehow. It was an amazing sight, the arena was, as she pushed her way into the emptied hall. She skimmed the room, from the south wall, to the banners strung from the
ceiling. She was startled as the man moved from the shadows.
"Isa? Is that really you? It's me, Kyle."
She swallowed, not recognizing him, but it had been sometime indeed.
"K-kyle? Is it really you?"
The man replied, "Of course, come here, give your brother a hug."
She felt somewhat uneasy as she stepped toward him, something wasn't right. Though not wishing to send the wrong sign, she moved to give him a hug.
The initial pain wasn't much, though what came next was agonizing. The cool steel through her gut sent her staggering back. She could feel her blood, her lifeline, fleeing her body. She attempted to speak, but found her mouth filled with blood, coughing some of the crimson substance up, it all went dark....
"Sweet dreams, Isa."
Date: 15 Mar 2000 20:52:36 EST
((note: The mun of LordDarylKyle is unable to make these postings himself, but the SL has been passed between us two.))
She was shocked on receiving the letter. Kyle really wrote her? It can't be, but it seems to be true. Astonished, she made the arrangements, noting the directions with great care.
"The arena? Hmm? Never knew Kyle was into that sort of thing.. oh well."
Speaking to herself, she planned to leave several days early, to meet up with Daryl en route to her business destination.
Finding the place was more simple than she had assumed, and from the design of the dragon, she knew she had found the correct inn. 'Red Dragon Inn' is what the sign read, and once inside she quickly saw the crossed swords, as was written. She began making her way to the entrance.
"Miss, deh arena is nae ope' dis evenin'." The old man spoke, grasping her arm. She tugged away, frightened. The prune faced man grunted and turned away, leaving her be. She turned to face the door once more, scooting inside. The stairs seemed shaky, but she felt they were safe.. somehow. It was an amazing sight, the arena was, as she pushed her way into the emptied hall. She skimmed the room, from the south wall, to the banners strung from the
ceiling. She was startled as the man moved from the shadows.
"Isa? Is that really you? It's me, Kyle."
She swallowed, not recognizing him, but it had been sometime indeed.
"K-kyle? Is it really you?"
The man replied, "Of course, come here, give your brother a hug."
She felt somewhat uneasy as she stepped toward him, something wasn't right. Though not wishing to send the wrong sign, she moved to give him a hug.
The initial pain wasn't much, though what came next was agonizing. The cool steel through her gut sent her staggering back. She could feel her blood, her lifeline, fleeing her body. She attempted to speak, but found her mouth filled with blood, coughing some of the crimson substance up, it all went dark....
"Sweet dreams, Isa."
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From: bargosmcconahuex@aol.com (BargosMcConahueX)
Date: 15 Mar 2000 21:07:28 EST
Kyle rode with quick speed through the night, his stallion a steady gallop the entire trip. He approached the Inn, dismounting from the stallion.
"Well, seems we're here.." He as he tied the horse and moved inside. "Damn, I am late. Just my luck a tree would fall across the road. I should have just skipped by it."
He moved through the Inn, the crowd now thinning. As he reached the stairs, an eerie feeling crept across his body, each hair upon his body seemed to stand on end. He began to shake, nerves he thought. "choke it up.." he spoke to himself, moving downward toward the arena hall. He let out a deep sigh as he entered, finding the room empty. "I missed her.." he shook his head, letting go several curses.
He remained there for near thirty minutes, pacing the room. He moved toward the rings, looking them over with a sigh of longing. Then, like a bolt of lightning he froze. His gaze fixated on the ring. It could have been easily overlooked, without a second glance.
The sawdust, stained a deep crimson. Then he heard it, the rhythmical dripping sound. Drip Drip Drip. Slowly, he lifted his glaze. Swallowing, he somehow knew the worst was to be. The sight of the skinned body was overwhelming, he dropped to his knees, immediately sent to puking convulsions. Strung from the ankles the body hung, totally removed of its skin. He didn't even have the proof it was her, but he knew. Then, like the thunder that follows the
lightning, he heard the voice.
"Ah tol' yeh nae teh screw wit' meh. An' off yeh go, against meh word."
Date: 15 Mar 2000 21:07:28 EST
Kyle rode with quick speed through the night, his stallion a steady gallop the entire trip. He approached the Inn, dismounting from the stallion.
"Well, seems we're here.." He as he tied the horse and moved inside. "Damn, I am late. Just my luck a tree would fall across the road. I should have just skipped by it."
He moved through the Inn, the crowd now thinning. As he reached the stairs, an eerie feeling crept across his body, each hair upon his body seemed to stand on end. He began to shake, nerves he thought. "choke it up.." he spoke to himself, moving downward toward the arena hall. He let out a deep sigh as he entered, finding the room empty. "I missed her.." he shook his head, letting go several curses.
He remained there for near thirty minutes, pacing the room. He moved toward the rings, looking them over with a sigh of longing. Then, like a bolt of lightning he froze. His gaze fixated on the ring. It could have been easily overlooked, without a second glance.
The sawdust, stained a deep crimson. Then he heard it, the rhythmical dripping sound. Drip Drip Drip. Slowly, he lifted his glaze. Swallowing, he somehow knew the worst was to be. The sight of the skinned body was overwhelming, he dropped to his knees, immediately sent to puking convulsions. Strung from the ankles the body hung, totally removed of its skin. He didn't even have the proof it was her, but he knew. Then, like the thunder that follows the
lightning, he heard the voice.
"Ah tol' yeh nae teh screw wit' meh. An' off yeh go, against meh word."
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From: bargosmcconahuex@aol.com (BargosMcConahueX)
Date: 15 Mar 2000 21:39:37 EST
Kyle staggered back, to his rear. He then struggled to his feet, shouting toward Bargos.
"W-why? My sister? Bargos, why are you doing this? I helped out that boy, I lost the match, what else is there?" A slight pause given, as he knew he didn't really throw the match.
"Silence, maggot, yeh shoul' have thought abou' dat 'efore yeh crossed meh, eh? An' yeh sist'eh.... was't pure, no?" An evil grin was given, his hands folded behind his back.
Kyle grit his teeth, drawing the dagger. The anger was unmatched to ever before in his lifetime, as he charged the large man.
Bargos stood, watching as Kyle advanced, yet did nothing to divert the man. He simply stood his ground as Kyle got closer, and closer.
Kyle lifted the dagger to strike, he never saw it coming. The mallet struck his chest with such force, immediately knocking the wind from his lungs, drawing tears to his eyes, not from pain, but shear reaction to the crushing blow.
"An' now yeh will join yeh sist'eh, yeh will feel deh same pain she fel', eh?" He turned to Varradin, who was now easily seen in the light. He inclined his head, and the mallet went crashing onto Kyle's skull, though not with full force.
When Kyle opened his eyes, he was tied by his ankles, his hands bound.
"Goo', awake weh aire now. Let's begin, eh?" As soon as Bargos's words finished, he felt the pain. Excruciating pain it was. The tool was pressed hard into his calf, running just under the skin. He could feel Varradin jerking at the muscle, as well as the skin. It only lasted near a minute before he blacked out, however, never again would he fill his lungs in breath. His body was skinned, aside from his face, so as he could be recognized. His sister
had not received such an honor, however. He was hung from the rafters, just along side the banners, as well as his sister. Left for Hubie, or whomever, to find in the near future. Bargos was sure to hide the tracks of him being there, and was soon gone. The plan went nearly perfect.... the only flaw was the pouch that slipped from his side. One of his many pouches that contained the spheres. A few of the fine marbles from inside had rolled from the
opening, the rest remained inside the clothe, peacefully resting in the sawdust.
Date: 15 Mar 2000 21:39:37 EST
Kyle staggered back, to his rear. He then struggled to his feet, shouting toward Bargos.
"W-why? My sister? Bargos, why are you doing this? I helped out that boy, I lost the match, what else is there?" A slight pause given, as he knew he didn't really throw the match.
"Silence, maggot, yeh shoul' have thought abou' dat 'efore yeh crossed meh, eh? An' yeh sist'eh.... was't pure, no?" An evil grin was given, his hands folded behind his back.
Kyle grit his teeth, drawing the dagger. The anger was unmatched to ever before in his lifetime, as he charged the large man.
Bargos stood, watching as Kyle advanced, yet did nothing to divert the man. He simply stood his ground as Kyle got closer, and closer.
Kyle lifted the dagger to strike, he never saw it coming. The mallet struck his chest with such force, immediately knocking the wind from his lungs, drawing tears to his eyes, not from pain, but shear reaction to the crushing blow.
"An' now yeh will join yeh sist'eh, yeh will feel deh same pain she fel', eh?" He turned to Varradin, who was now easily seen in the light. He inclined his head, and the mallet went crashing onto Kyle's skull, though not with full force.
When Kyle opened his eyes, he was tied by his ankles, his hands bound.
"Goo', awake weh aire now. Let's begin, eh?" As soon as Bargos's words finished, he felt the pain. Excruciating pain it was. The tool was pressed hard into his calf, running just under the skin. He could feel Varradin jerking at the muscle, as well as the skin. It only lasted near a minute before he blacked out, however, never again would he fill his lungs in breath. His body was skinned, aside from his face, so as he could be recognized. His sister
had not received such an honor, however. He was hung from the rafters, just along side the banners, as well as his sister. Left for Hubie, or whomever, to find in the near future. Bargos was sure to hide the tracks of him being there, and was soon gone. The plan went nearly perfect.... the only flaw was the pouch that slipped from his side. One of his many pouches that contained the spheres. A few of the fine marbles from inside had rolled from the
opening, the rest remained inside the clothe, peacefully resting in the sawdust.
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From: bargosmcconahuex@aol.com (BargosMcConahueX)
Date: 05 Apr 2000 00:55:21 EDT
It had been several weeks since he had... disposed of Kyle. Everything had gone over smooth it seemed, but something wasn't right. He had left the skinned bodies strung, Kyle's was deftly placed in front of his house's colors. Though everything was too quiet, not even a peep. It was as if no one even noticed where Kyle had gone, as if his shear existence had up and vanished like a breath in the wind. He found himself
nervous, but nonetheless, he was to return soon. He would research who found the bodies, and why it was not reported, he had to know.
Date: 05 Apr 2000 00:55:21 EDT
It had been several weeks since he had... disposed of Kyle. Everything had gone over smooth it seemed, but something wasn't right. He had left the skinned bodies strung, Kyle's was deftly placed in front of his house's colors. Though everything was too quiet, not even a peep. It was as if no one even noticed where Kyle had gone, as if his shear existence had up and vanished like a breath in the wind. He found himself
nervous, but nonetheless, he was to return soon. He would research who found the bodies, and why it was not reported, he had to know.