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From: steeldethv@aol.com (SteelDethV)
Date: 08 Apr 2000 18:01:56 EDT

Mounted upon the black steed he looked down upon the town from the hillside, his lengthy black robes flailing in the wind. He had not been to this area in several years, called off to battle in the War of The Seas. The war for the Dorthesian thrown at last clamed, his father the newest ruler of the Dorthesian lands. His slick black hair ran past shoulder length, blowing willfully in the wind, with a subtle kick to the
beast's side he began the slow decent.

He passed through the town, recognizing several of the notable landmarks. The most prominent of his recollection was the building titled "The Red Dragon Inn." It appeared the same for the most part, though it had seemed as though renovations had been made. He moved past with but a glance, making way to the outskirts of town to another less known Inn. Dismounting the steed from a short distance, he guided it to the stables, passing it along to a young
stable lad. "Treat him well" were his only words, passing the boy a coin from his homeland, not recognizable but more than worth the cost. He carried only a single bag, containing various items with in. Across his back with in his cloaks was an easily accessible scimitar, his weapon of choice in battle. He as well carried a large mase, though that was used only on... special occasion. He paid for a single room, rickety, though suitable enough. He
would make his entrance to the dueling halls tonight, his first time in many years. When last he dueled he was but a young man, now he was a battle tested warrior.