From: bargosmcconahuex@aol.com (BargosMcConahueX)
Date: 12 Apr 2000 00:21:37 EDT
Subj: Nightfall
Date: 4/9/00 10:25:07 PM Pacific Daylight Time
From: JadedDeath
To: BargosMcConahueX
That night, after the Diamond Quest, Janella left the Outback and headed into town. She visited several run-down taverns, known for their unsavory common rooms and even less desirable patrons, though they were notorious dens for those looking for trouble, or selling it. Janella hoped to learn where that bastard Bargos was holing up. Perhaps someone had information on him, and needed something in return.
Afterwards, she returned to the Inn, listening to the local rabble, the gossip, and the latest scandals. Who knows, she laughed, Bargos might be one of them.
And, as usual, but tonight more than ever before, she watched her back. Taking the time to double-back on her route across parts of town, eager to discover anyone who might think to follow her, or worse. Janella didn't forget the fact that, earlier, Bargos had spoken to someone in the Outback, who hadn't (apparently) repulsed him.
A friend of an enemy was no friend of hers. She would keep on alert for both of them.
Night Fall
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From: bargosmcconahuex@aol.com (BargosMcConahueX)
Date: 12 Apr 2000 00:23:52 EDT
Bargos struck from the outback, wishing to proceed with his plans at precisely the right time. He mounted his steed, beginning en route to his rickety dormitory. The newest not nearly as well kept, or safe as his last. When he and Serilious left the group it seemed things simply fell apart, though there could have been other circumstances. He rode under the waning moon's light, having several stops to make before he
could take to the bottle and a smoke. The call for mercs was not favorable as of late, the price often underpaid, and under schemed. He was forced to become the payoff man for a local thug, collecting a 'tax for your safety,' so to speak.
He made several stops, running into no problems a quick back hand couldn't take care of. At last, he reached his last destination. He dismounted the black steed, tying her up to a light post. He always preferred to dismount a short deal away from the house, so as to not attract attention. Making his way through the back alleys, he at last came to the appropriate door. He loosened the strap that bound his scythe to his back, and gave the door several
hard knocks. From with in he could hear the ruffling of movement, a male voice whispering, yet there was no answer. He pounded his fist once more against the door, this time dead silence. He shook his head, already drunken and angered, he charged the door. On the second attempt the wood splintered and he busted through. The first room he found was quite empty, seemingly a living room. A small pot was found in the corner next to seemingly a fire
someone had cooked supper upon, though by the looks of it that was several weeks ago. From there he saw but a single door, closed and locked. Snickering at the waste of time, he pulled the scythe from his shoulder, for protection sake. He stepped to the door, the wooden floor moaning beneath his weight. He rammed his boot into the wood, the door flying from its hinge. Inside found two children, the daughter looked about six, the boy seemed near four.
A slow step carried him with in. A sudden flicker of movement caught his eye and he reeled to his left, a wiry man charged him with some form of garden tool. He lazily caught the tool, and tossed the man to the floor, snapping the tool over his knee.
"Nae a wise decision, punk. No' den, where is't deh money."
The frail man shook like a fevered dog, writhing away from Bargos. The children remained huddled in the corner.
"I.. I didn't mean too! My children were starving, I had no choice!!"
Bargos stepped closer, growing quickly inpatient.
"Dinnae play coy, ah wan' deh bosses mon'eh. Weh loo' out for yeh, an' yeh pay us. Dat is't deh system."
The man's lower jaw quivered, a look of befuddlement over coming him. His mouth opened to speak, but no words. Bargos shook his head, not even wishing to bother with this at the moment, and lifted the scythe.
"No!! Daddy!!" the elder child, the daughter, dove in front of her father, protecting him.
"It was my fault! I stole the bread!"
Date: 12 Apr 2000 00:23:52 EDT
Bargos struck from the outback, wishing to proceed with his plans at precisely the right time. He mounted his steed, beginning en route to his rickety dormitory. The newest not nearly as well kept, or safe as his last. When he and Serilious left the group it seemed things simply fell apart, though there could have been other circumstances. He rode under the waning moon's light, having several stops to make before he
could take to the bottle and a smoke. The call for mercs was not favorable as of late, the price often underpaid, and under schemed. He was forced to become the payoff man for a local thug, collecting a 'tax for your safety,' so to speak.
He made several stops, running into no problems a quick back hand couldn't take care of. At last, he reached his last destination. He dismounted the black steed, tying her up to a light post. He always preferred to dismount a short deal away from the house, so as to not attract attention. Making his way through the back alleys, he at last came to the appropriate door. He loosened the strap that bound his scythe to his back, and gave the door several
hard knocks. From with in he could hear the ruffling of movement, a male voice whispering, yet there was no answer. He pounded his fist once more against the door, this time dead silence. He shook his head, already drunken and angered, he charged the door. On the second attempt the wood splintered and he busted through. The first room he found was quite empty, seemingly a living room. A small pot was found in the corner next to seemingly a fire
someone had cooked supper upon, though by the looks of it that was several weeks ago. From there he saw but a single door, closed and locked. Snickering at the waste of time, he pulled the scythe from his shoulder, for protection sake. He stepped to the door, the wooden floor moaning beneath his weight. He rammed his boot into the wood, the door flying from its hinge. Inside found two children, the daughter looked about six, the boy seemed near four.
A slow step carried him with in. A sudden flicker of movement caught his eye and he reeled to his left, a wiry man charged him with some form of garden tool. He lazily caught the tool, and tossed the man to the floor, snapping the tool over his knee.
"Nae a wise decision, punk. No' den, where is't deh money."
The frail man shook like a fevered dog, writhing away from Bargos. The children remained huddled in the corner.
"I.. I didn't mean too! My children were starving, I had no choice!!"
Bargos stepped closer, growing quickly inpatient.
"Dinnae play coy, ah wan' deh bosses mon'eh. Weh loo' out for yeh, an' yeh pay us. Dat is't deh system."
The man's lower jaw quivered, a look of befuddlement over coming him. His mouth opened to speak, but no words. Bargos shook his head, not even wishing to bother with this at the moment, and lifted the scythe.
"No!! Daddy!!" the elder child, the daughter, dove in front of her father, protecting him.
"It was my fault! I stole the bread!"
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Date: 12 Apr 2000 00:24:11 EDT
Caught somewhat off guard, his eyes narrowed. He then spit in disgust, reaching down and taking the girl by her hair. He tossed her hard across the room into the wall, and then faced the man once more. Had he been in a less drunken state, perhaps he would have realized his error, but alas, he brought the scythe down to behead the man. As the man jerked back, the steel ripped fully through his esophagus, the blood began
to spray out profusely. Bargos stepped back, to avoid getting a stain, listening to the man's blood curdled cries. As the other child then ran to his father, he spotted the bread in the corner, the man had told the truth. Bargos must have had the wrong house, but now it was too late, he had to do what needed to be done. When he departed, the bodies lay just where they fell, the girl managing her way back atop her father before Bargos struck her, her
head resting in the far corner. A few mischievous kids had caught ear of the commotion, and already had reported what they saw. By the time Bargos had left a small crowd had formed, fearing the worst. As they began to move in upon Bargos to halt his retreat, a single man in the back pleaded with them not to, obviously knowing of Bargos and his connections. Word of the dead quickly spread across the streets and into the bars, Bargos's name being
passed like wild fire. Yet Bargos himself was unaware, already taken to the bottle he was passed out in his back room of the "Jack Pot Inn," his door locked and his blade at side.
Date: 12 Apr 2000 00:24:11 EDT
Caught somewhat off guard, his eyes narrowed. He then spit in disgust, reaching down and taking the girl by her hair. He tossed her hard across the room into the wall, and then faced the man once more. Had he been in a less drunken state, perhaps he would have realized his error, but alas, he brought the scythe down to behead the man. As the man jerked back, the steel ripped fully through his esophagus, the blood began
to spray out profusely. Bargos stepped back, to avoid getting a stain, listening to the man's blood curdled cries. As the other child then ran to his father, he spotted the bread in the corner, the man had told the truth. Bargos must have had the wrong house, but now it was too late, he had to do what needed to be done. When he departed, the bodies lay just where they fell, the girl managing her way back atop her father before Bargos struck her, her
head resting in the far corner. A few mischievous kids had caught ear of the commotion, and already had reported what they saw. By the time Bargos had left a small crowd had formed, fearing the worst. As they began to move in upon Bargos to halt his retreat, a single man in the back pleaded with them not to, obviously knowing of Bargos and his connections. Word of the dead quickly spread across the streets and into the bars, Bargos's name being
passed like wild fire. Yet Bargos himself was unaware, already taken to the bottle he was passed out in his back room of the "Jack Pot Inn," his door locked and his blade at side.
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From: bargosmcconahuex@aol.com (BargosMcConahueX)
Date: 15 Apr 2000 13:20:04 EDT
Subj: Re: Nightfall
Date: 4/15/00 7:56:31 AM Pacific Daylight Time
From: JadedDeath
To: BargosMcConahueX
CC: JadedDeath
Normally Janella didn't pay much attention to the noise which almost always found its way up through the ceilings into her room at the Red Dragon. Frequently, the bar-fights and drinking (not to mention singing) contests would rage all night downstairs. If she didn't know better Janella could've sworn on many an occasion that the patrons had somehow cornered an elephant, or even the fabled red dragon itself, in the common room below. With her bare
feet on the thin carpet she could feel the vibrations of the crowd, and it didn't take alot to hear the boisterous shouts either.
She had just returned from a moderately eventful venture following the Diamond Quest at the Outback. No man (or woman) had been careless enough to threaten her throughout the shadowed taverns and darker streets of town, but there was actually one 'lord' who, Janella guessed, would be walking with a limp for the next several weeks. She had exited into an alleyway whereby she discovered two men, apparent merchants, drunk and looking for a woman to
share a bed with. Cloaked, her weapons concealed, Janella told them that she wasn't interested and kept moving. When one of the men persisted, yelling and announcing both the size of his wallet - as well as the size of something else - Janella growled and, with a kick, demonstrated how very quickly a man can lose both his coin and his pride.
Throwing the clinking velour pouch onto her bureau, she performed a routine check on her room, passing the drapes, not forgetting the bath, as she idly listened to the ruckus which must have started after she exited upstairs to her quarters. Janella heard loud arguing and even the voice of a man from the Rhydin town watch which she recognized. Indeed, the fighter smiled, it was him; they were lovers at one time. She would never forget that
accent.. nor the tongue which accompanied it.
Janella listened, sitting cross-legged on the floor, oiling her boots, picking out just a few, yet oh-so-tantalizing words as men shouted them at each other and the walls of the inn. One of the words, a name which she caught, was the very same she had marked!
"BARGUS!" she heard again, as Janella opened her door, gaining a better earful by sticking her head out into the hallway. Men were disputing a crime which had just some time ago taken place across town. Some were demanding justice and others, it seemed, were saying that it was someone else, other than a 'Bargus', who was guilty. But, Janella listened further, there were witnesses and word would spread.
Janella laughed. Just when the man had, in her eyes, dug his own grave, he now could just as well throw himself into it too.
Date: 15 Apr 2000 13:20:04 EDT
Subj: Re: Nightfall
Date: 4/15/00 7:56:31 AM Pacific Daylight Time
From: JadedDeath
To: BargosMcConahueX
CC: JadedDeath
Normally Janella didn't pay much attention to the noise which almost always found its way up through the ceilings into her room at the Red Dragon. Frequently, the bar-fights and drinking (not to mention singing) contests would rage all night downstairs. If she didn't know better Janella could've sworn on many an occasion that the patrons had somehow cornered an elephant, or even the fabled red dragon itself, in the common room below. With her bare
feet on the thin carpet she could feel the vibrations of the crowd, and it didn't take alot to hear the boisterous shouts either.
She had just returned from a moderately eventful venture following the Diamond Quest at the Outback. No man (or woman) had been careless enough to threaten her throughout the shadowed taverns and darker streets of town, but there was actually one 'lord' who, Janella guessed, would be walking with a limp for the next several weeks. She had exited into an alleyway whereby she discovered two men, apparent merchants, drunk and looking for a woman to
share a bed with. Cloaked, her weapons concealed, Janella told them that she wasn't interested and kept moving. When one of the men persisted, yelling and announcing both the size of his wallet - as well as the size of something else - Janella growled and, with a kick, demonstrated how very quickly a man can lose both his coin and his pride.
Throwing the clinking velour pouch onto her bureau, she performed a routine check on her room, passing the drapes, not forgetting the bath, as she idly listened to the ruckus which must have started after she exited upstairs to her quarters. Janella heard loud arguing and even the voice of a man from the Rhydin town watch which she recognized. Indeed, the fighter smiled, it was him; they were lovers at one time. She would never forget that
accent.. nor the tongue which accompanied it.
Janella listened, sitting cross-legged on the floor, oiling her boots, picking out just a few, yet oh-so-tantalizing words as men shouted them at each other and the walls of the inn. One of the words, a name which she caught, was the very same she had marked!
"BARGUS!" she heard again, as Janella opened her door, gaining a better earful by sticking her head out into the hallway. Men were disputing a crime which had just some time ago taken place across town. Some were demanding justice and others, it seemed, were saying that it was someone else, other than a 'Bargus', who was guilty. But, Janella listened further, there were witnesses and word would spread.
Janella laughed. Just when the man had, in her eyes, dug his own grave, he now could just as well throw himself into it too.