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Post by DoF Archive » Thu Apr 08, 2004 1:00 pm

Date: 10/14/1998 11:29 AM Central Daylight Time
From: Roland Sal

He'd come to terms with the Outback's mood towards him. The tight knit social group it sported allowed little room for him. Often he was the brunt of their anger, unthankfulness, and harsh comments. He'd made friends with a mere few of them, those that left room for others in their huddled little groups.And why wasn't he truely wanted in the Outback? A title. They'd always see him as some Baron in the arena, or, as fate would show it now, a Warlord. Someone who had no business brawling and speaking amongst the group.He knew Colonel Simon wouldn't handle the challenge in the way it was issued. Damned if the man all but down played him, and knowing of his part in that tight knit group increased Roland's doubts.Roland sighed. No matter what he did for the place, his only returns would be hallowed. The Tag-Team Brawling League had been such an attempt. He loved the sport as much as anyone in the Outback. He was foolish to think they would actually thank him for setting the whole thing up... a reason behind the League's move to another's hands. He hoped they would enjoy themselves without him breathing about.That left him with an Emerald rank and plenty of time to prepare. He'd fought Simon for the black opal just after coming from the pending the war in his homeland. Whether the Colonel took bother to notice was mystery to him, knowing the man's feeling towards him... his thoughts where no.Shaking his head, Roland reached his destination. He stepped into the Outback quietly, heading over to where Rask and Deuce had set up a registration box. The Diamond Quest, quite possibly his last shot to prove them wrong. To make them take notice.Roland looked down at the missive for a long moment. He slid the single letter into the box and turned, heading back to the exit. Perhaps he would get his shot at the two Opals... he smiled; No. No, Roland was over that. Done with it, with all of it. Let them do what they will, he was going to the Quest for fun. In the same spirit of competition as the tournaments of past. As his first Opal challenge. As it should be.


Roland Sal RoaNew Mountainside / House Salsinger
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