Two sides to every coin...

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Two sides to every coin...

Post by DoS Archive » Wed Nov 17, 2004 7:46 pm

From: aeronchamplain@aol.com (Aeron Champlain)
Date: 03 Mar 2002 20:01:41 EST

Dateline: One week before that Warlord Tournament.

::And there Aeron sat. Clad in his gray suit, blue pinstriped tie and black dress shoes, Aeron had come into his office on the 53rd floor for the building that housed "Champlain Inc." Aeron took the back service elevator up. He hated the peons that worked below him and did whatever he could to keep that to himself as he got what he needed from them. He got off at the 50th floor and took the stairs up three more flights. The 53rd was the top floor,
and as C.E.O. of "Champlain Inc" Aeron's office was located there. His Secretary, the only woman that had yet to fall for his charms of seduction sat taking calls and making Appointments for Mr. Champlain. Grabbing the mail from her Desk he opened the door and headed into his office. The 53rd floor only housed Aeron's huge office. Dropping the multitude of letters onto his desk he moved to look out the window, and with a slow breath taken, then
exhaled as the window fogged a bit with his warm breath he turned around and headed back to his desk. Aeron might have come off as cool, calm, collected and trust me, he was. Yet Aeron wasn't all sugar and spice and everything nice. "Champlain Inc." Was a trading and shipping company that sent and received packages from all over the world. A great front to hide one of the most successful drug smuggling and selling rings Rhydin had ever seen.
Taking to a seat at his desk he read through the first letter, a drug order of massive multitude that would make Aeron even richer then he already was. Aeron could buy and sell all of Rhydin if he wished. An odd letter sat at the bottom of the pile. As Aeron reached for it a buzz came from his Secretary::

"Mr. Champlain. You have a Scheduled meeting for 10 o'clock tomorrow morning and a conference call at 3. In-between those times the budget team on the 46th floor will send up the annual budget for you to go over. Oh, And another letter was just delivered for you."

::Nodding a bit Aeron pressed a button and uttered a few simple words into that machine::

"That'll be fine, Thank you."

::Aeron was only one of 3 others in his business who knew how all the real money was earned. Yawning a tad, that curious letter seemed to be an Announcement of the Upcoming Warlord Tournament. Shaking his head a bit and tossing it to the garbage after it had been read, Aeron had not had the time yet to attain the rank of Warlord, But he shall in due time. Aeron had not made many friends in his arena time as of yet, but his Rise and semi-fall of
success his TDL for the Mercenarii's had gained him acquaintances from his teammates. The one person his intrigued him most on his team was Ramsus. Ramsus seemed to be like Aeron. They both thrived on Power and Wealth and would do anything to get it. Standing to an almost perfect posture he moved out of his office for a quick second to obtain the newest letter of Arrival. The sender was not known to him, yet he opened it anyway. As his eyes
traced across the writing a slow smirk gently etched acrossed his face. As he finished the letter, an almost demonic grin formed upon those pink lips. He folded the letter into thirds as he placed it onto the corner of his desk. Cracking his knuckles he slid his feet up onto the face of his desk and he leaned back a ways. He spoke, yet only to himself.::

"Power and Wealth mean nothing without allies. No truer statement has been told."

::A sort demonic cackle was emitted as his eyes flashed to that crumpled letter in the trash. Oh what a night it shall be.::
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