From: inremains@aol.com (In remains)
Date: 25 Sep 2000 00:47:08 EDT
Greetings to the Duel of Swords community,
Allow me to be the first to invite you to our establishment we like to call The Blindfold, now the current place keeper for the Fifth Baronial Ring of the Duel of Swords. At The Blindfold our goal is to provide multiple avenues of entertainment to satisfy a variety of persons. Dancing, card games, the vaudeville, you name it, and we are always looking for suggestions to expand our repertoire. Dueling rings are currently under
construction in the south wing, and we hope to notify you of their completion in the coming week.
For those of you that are able to show evidence at the door of a current rank of Master at Arms or higher, we shall give you a 50% discount on the cover charge.
The Blindfold can be found on the western side of Rhydin Towne along Harrowgate Highway, at mile post 86. All comments and questions can be sent directly to me by courier.
Sincerely,
Con W. Fallacis
Comanager and Event Organizer of The Blindfold
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From: eligrady@aol.com (Eli Grady)
Date: 25 Sep 2000 19:49:23 EDT
Hey,
Does the press get in free? If so, I might do a short article that the editor may or may not publish .
Eli Grady
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Date: 25 Sep 2000 19:49:23 EDT
Hey,
Does the press get in free? If so, I might do a short article that the editor may or may not publish .
Eli Grady
RhyDin Times-Reporter
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From: inremains@aol.com (In remains)
Date: 29 Sep 2000 20:45:11 EDT
((Author's note: The following is an excerpt from "Stripping the Blindfold" to provide a description of the place.))
With the salacious curves of neon pink cursive on a polished pine backdrop, the sign hovering the height of three average males above the glistening, black marble entranceway reads "The Blindfold." The brass gates immediately beneath can be found chain-locked anytime after midnight until daybreak, when those prestigious gents that have exhausted their stay make a subtle retreat. Beyond the enchanting bars and fine walls of brick that surround the
eye-widening mansion, the marble poors between the rows of trees and articulately trimmed shrubbery to lay a vast parking lot for a mix of golden carriages and finely tuned automobiles.
Two guards keep watch; one by the main entrance and front steps with the job of making sure that not just anybody strolls in, the other in the surveillance tower erected from the center of the lot with a myriad of small teleprompters that reveal almost every square inch of the area within the plastered walls and out, and the outlining ground surrounding the fortification. In the six or so hours when the property becomes impervious, only the tower
guard remains with a phoneline and back-up radio if anything should come up. Even the smallest of emergencies is a rarity -- the tower guard can always count on the entertainment of real life television throughout his shift.
Anyone renowned enough or capable of proving a sufficient worth in wealth is in for a real treat upon entering. The bright array of chandeliers hanging from the twenty feet high ceiling tickle the rays and cones of the angling retinas and give light to the multitude of classic and contemporary paintings, portraits, and sculptures blanketing the walls and roof. Plush carpeting cushions the soles as they make their trek to any of the inviting
gambling tables, or sporadic slot machines and pool tables. A stage fronted by circular dining tables allots a patron time off from the madness of card flipping and dice tossing to view a pleasant, often unrehearsed strip show; tipping recommended.
The manager and assistant keep positions at the desk along the back center of the festive lobby, loaning out rooms for the second and third floors along with the appropriate company--usually one of those dealing, waiting, or stripping temptresses that can catch most anybody's eye. The entire third floor and most of the second or set aside for such groupings, and those rooms lent for the sole purpose of board come at a much steeper price. The
fourth floor however is the residence of the owner, Mr. Fallacis, and his family. Only one high-security elevator reaches the top floor along with a concealed staircase somewhere along the back of the building.
Date: 29 Sep 2000 20:45:11 EDT
((Author's note: The following is an excerpt from "Stripping the Blindfold" to provide a description of the place.))
With the salacious curves of neon pink cursive on a polished pine backdrop, the sign hovering the height of three average males above the glistening, black marble entranceway reads "The Blindfold." The brass gates immediately beneath can be found chain-locked anytime after midnight until daybreak, when those prestigious gents that have exhausted their stay make a subtle retreat. Beyond the enchanting bars and fine walls of brick that surround the
eye-widening mansion, the marble poors between the rows of trees and articulately trimmed shrubbery to lay a vast parking lot for a mix of golden carriages and finely tuned automobiles.
Two guards keep watch; one by the main entrance and front steps with the job of making sure that not just anybody strolls in, the other in the surveillance tower erected from the center of the lot with a myriad of small teleprompters that reveal almost every square inch of the area within the plastered walls and out, and the outlining ground surrounding the fortification. In the six or so hours when the property becomes impervious, only the tower
guard remains with a phoneline and back-up radio if anything should come up. Even the smallest of emergencies is a rarity -- the tower guard can always count on the entertainment of real life television throughout his shift.
Anyone renowned enough or capable of proving a sufficient worth in wealth is in for a real treat upon entering. The bright array of chandeliers hanging from the twenty feet high ceiling tickle the rays and cones of the angling retinas and give light to the multitude of classic and contemporary paintings, portraits, and sculptures blanketing the walls and roof. Plush carpeting cushions the soles as they make their trek to any of the inviting
gambling tables, or sporadic slot machines and pool tables. A stage fronted by circular dining tables allots a patron time off from the madness of card flipping and dice tossing to view a pleasant, often unrehearsed strip show; tipping recommended.
The manager and assistant keep positions at the desk along the back center of the festive lobby, loaning out rooms for the second and third floors along with the appropriate company--usually one of those dealing, waiting, or stripping temptresses that can catch most anybody's eye. The entire third floor and most of the second or set aside for such groupings, and those rooms lent for the sole purpose of board come at a much steeper price. The
fourth floor however is the residence of the owner, Mr. Fallacis, and his family. Only one high-security elevator reaches the top floor along with a concealed staircase somewhere along the back of the building.