Date: 6/9/1999 10:22 PM Central Daylight Time
From: Bane0fEvil
It had been a while since Bane had taken a real trip. Now came the time that he planned a trip. Now was the time that he would go out, away from Rhydin. It was his day of birth. On this day, twenty seven years prior, he was born into the place known as Scoliam. He would have never thought that he would end up so far away from Scoliam. Rhydin wasn't bad, though. He enjoyed the company of most people around there.Things weren't going too well for him lately. It seemed that everything had turned against him. Only one of the many reasons he planned this trip.The warrior stopped by The Outback before taking off on the trip. The Outback; The Home of the Duel of Fists had changed his life in more than just honing his hand-to-hand combat skills. He had met many friends in the place. Interesting individuals, to say the least. Wasn't everyone around Rhydin interesting in their own way?Why did he stop by the Outback? Was he hoping that someone would stop him from take the trip? Did he think that everyone would turn their attention away from their current involvements to acknowledge him, to see that something was wrong?Bane was confused as to how things were turning out lately in his life. It seemed he was confused more than usual nowadays. A main thing he was confused about. The sweating. What was with all the sweating? He wasn't that much out of shape, was he? Water had seemed to become one of his best friends. If he was seen around Rhydin Towne, there was usually a bottle of water in his hand. He had come upon many things lately. Things which kept himfrom going to the Outback, but he didn't stay away that long. Or he didn't think it was that long. It didn't seem so long that he should be so out of shape.Now he was planning this trip, hoping that it would take some of the problems away. At least temporarily. It would be more relieving for them not to return, but he would take a break any way he could get it.He stepped out of the Outback and let out a shrill whistle. His way of calling his trusting steed, Titan. A short moment later, Titan was there. He had already packed all things he would need in saddlebags and placed them on Titan.It was time. As he climbed into the saddle, he was barraged with many thoughts, questions, and a few more worries, but just as quickly dismissed them. Not as much dismissed as pushed them away, but they were gone. He spurred Titan to move, and off they went. The horse started off into a soft trot, but not long after, they were at full gallop; the animal seemed to never tire.Would the trip ease him of the worries? He would soon see.(( Didn't spell check. Errors are bound to be there. ))
The Cure, or Root to More Worries?
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Re: The Cure, or Root to More Worries?
Date: 6/17/1999 3:02 AM Central Daylight Time
From: CaediaThrn
Something awoke her from the groggy sleep she had dropped down into. The night had been long and the duels longer. By the time everyone had left, she had resorted to cleaning up most of the dishes and sweeping before retiring. Just as drearily, she had thumped up the stairs trying to make the least noise possible so as not to wake Maetel up. The poor cat/woman had rolled off of her Welcome? carpet, letting
Caedia finally take the thing out to beat it clean. Of course.. that did come with a price.. the little basset hound followed her around the whole time, half playfully tugging her jeans with his teeth, and half staring at her wide eyed when she beat the rug. Of course, as happy as he had been with her at first, when she dared to reach down to pet those baggy ears.. he wanted nothing to do with that. Laughing, she moved back to Maetel's spot and
set the rug back where it was supposed to go and smiled as Tochiro snuggled back into her stomach.
Back in her room she was on her side, sleeping on the couch, now staring at the moonlight through the window trying to discern what had awoken her. Fingers reached up to feel along the back of her head as she thought.. dreams slipping away in a whisper of wind and delved into thought. What had Bane been thinking tonight when he came in? He was always quiet, always quietly sad in his own way.. but the river blue gaze tonight albeit not turned
on her, she could see that something was different.
She had almost dropped down from the rafters to speak with him.. almost since the accident had she dared to even meet his gaze. But instead she had remained locked up high in her own world.. safe from harm. Harm of different sorts for her. She was plotting with many papers and pencils, scheming for her next plan of action.
Now that the papers had been set aside, and the room was dark and quiet, silvers flashed along the room she had gotten so acquainted with. The next time she saw him, she vowed to speak with him.... but she wasn't planning for him to be gone so long.
~Caedia~
Never take away everything a person has..
cause when a person has nothing to lose,
that's when they're most dangerous.
From: CaediaThrn
Something awoke her from the groggy sleep she had dropped down into. The night had been long and the duels longer. By the time everyone had left, she had resorted to cleaning up most of the dishes and sweeping before retiring. Just as drearily, she had thumped up the stairs trying to make the least noise possible so as not to wake Maetel up. The poor cat/woman had rolled off of her Welcome? carpet, letting
Caedia finally take the thing out to beat it clean. Of course.. that did come with a price.. the little basset hound followed her around the whole time, half playfully tugging her jeans with his teeth, and half staring at her wide eyed when she beat the rug. Of course, as happy as he had been with her at first, when she dared to reach down to pet those baggy ears.. he wanted nothing to do with that. Laughing, she moved back to Maetel's spot and
set the rug back where it was supposed to go and smiled as Tochiro snuggled back into her stomach.
Back in her room she was on her side, sleeping on the couch, now staring at the moonlight through the window trying to discern what had awoken her. Fingers reached up to feel along the back of her head as she thought.. dreams slipping away in a whisper of wind and delved into thought. What had Bane been thinking tonight when he came in? He was always quiet, always quietly sad in his own way.. but the river blue gaze tonight albeit not turned
on her, she could see that something was different.
She had almost dropped down from the rafters to speak with him.. almost since the accident had she dared to even meet his gaze. But instead she had remained locked up high in her own world.. safe from harm. Harm of different sorts for her. She was plotting with many papers and pencils, scheming for her next plan of action.
Now that the papers had been set aside, and the room was dark and quiet, silvers flashed along the room she had gotten so acquainted with. The next time she saw him, she vowed to speak with him.... but she wasn't planning for him to be gone so long.
~Caedia~
Never take away everything a person has..
cause when a person has nothing to lose,
that's when they're most dangerous.
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The Rock That Stands, or Falls, Alone (Bane)
Date: 6/18/1999 12:53 AM Central Daylight Time
From: Bane0fEvil
Bane had packed the opal seperately than everything else he had packed into the saddlebags. The stone stood alone, still in its gauntlet, in a box. It was shoved into a smaller bag and tossed onto Titan's back with all the warrior's necessary equipment and belongings.This warrior's will and mind had grown unusually weak as of late. Much to the rock's favor, the weak man's mind had been easy prey for even the weak stone. It had been draining the man, causing him to think he was in more problems than he actually had been. The worries the man had already been mulling over were only added onto by the opal's work. This greatly pleased the blue gemstone. It may have been partly to the opal's credit that Baneplanned the trip in the first place, although not fully. The thoughts of a trip had been popping around in his mind for quite a while, only just now materializing.Before too long, Icedancer wasn't thinking the trip to be such a good idea after all. The warrior's moods as of late seemed to all be that of happiness and joy. After meeting that dwarf. The dwarf needed to be disposed of, but the stone didn't have enough power yet to do much other than sit and wait. Possibly cause Bane more problems, if he ever donned the gauntlet. Even the sweating fits were getting hard to cause now. Now that he hadn'tplaced the gauntlet on his arm for almost two weeks. The alluring stone now had a few worries. If that fighter didn't use the powers that could be harnessed in Icedancer soon, then the opal might drop back into its helpless state, and the will of the man might be too hard to grasp onto again.Just sit.Sit and wait.(( Again, I didn't check for errors ))
From: Bane0fEvil
Bane had packed the opal seperately than everything else he had packed into the saddlebags. The stone stood alone, still in its gauntlet, in a box. It was shoved into a smaller bag and tossed onto Titan's back with all the warrior's necessary equipment and belongings.This warrior's will and mind had grown unusually weak as of late. Much to the rock's favor, the weak man's mind had been easy prey for even the weak stone. It had been draining the man, causing him to think he was in more problems than he actually had been. The worries the man had already been mulling over were only added onto by the opal's work. This greatly pleased the blue gemstone. It may have been partly to the opal's credit that Baneplanned the trip in the first place, although not fully. The thoughts of a trip had been popping around in his mind for quite a while, only just now materializing.Before too long, Icedancer wasn't thinking the trip to be such a good idea after all. The warrior's moods as of late seemed to all be that of happiness and joy. After meeting that dwarf. The dwarf needed to be disposed of, but the stone didn't have enough power yet to do much other than sit and wait. Possibly cause Bane more problems, if he ever donned the gauntlet. Even the sweating fits were getting hard to cause now. Now that he hadn'tplaced the gauntlet on his arm for almost two weeks. The alluring stone now had a few worries. If that fighter didn't use the powers that could be harnessed in Icedancer soon, then the opal might drop back into its helpless state, and the will of the man might be too hard to grasp onto again.Just sit.Sit and wait.(( Again, I didn't check for errors ))
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A Warrior's Travels (Bane)
Date: 6/18/1999 1:52 AM Central Daylight Time
From: Bane0fEvil
The trip had been going smoothly. Bane and Titan rarely had to stop to rest, but more often, they stopped by a few small, scarsely populated towns for food. No matter how smoothly the trip was going, Bane hadn't known where he was going. He never had really planned the destination of the trek. Scoliam had been an early option, but that was long discarded for various reasons. Early in the trip, the warrior started missing someof the people of Rhydin. A few more than others, and probably one that he missed most of all.Bane hadn't spoken with Sade in quite a while now. The last time he really spoke to her was the same night that they both had received hard blows to the cranium, compliments of some strange, twisted Jen. He had awoken early the next day with quite the headache, and something even more strange, he was at his forest home. No one knew where that was, save for the friends who had accompanied him to Rhydin. There were a few Rhydinians who knew thearea, but not his true home. They only knew a few rooms that had been set up for their own special purposes.When the warrior had almost started adding on the worry of their destination, they came upon a nice looking town. The town seemed to be full of dwarfs. In just a glance around, there were no other races about. A sign just into the town informed the fighter that he was in Littleton. The warrior and steed seemed to be drawing peculiar glances early in the town. Perhaps that wouldn't be the case when they rode on into the heart of the place.Not long after, they reached a huge fountain; such a great work it was! The water streamed from the outside of the fountain, flowing toward the middle, wherein there were what seemed to be goldfish swimming about. The early morning sun glistened off the scales of the fish like it would that of a precious treasure, newly discovered and brought to the surface by some lucky spelunker.The warrior dismounted his steed, his dark blue eyes wandering out over the magnificent town. A few dwarves began in his direction, but they didn't have their weapons drawn, so Bane didn't see them as a potential threat.Stepping in the three dwarves' direction, the warrior called out, "Greetings." The only return was that of a yellow-haired dwarf, his long beard braided down to his knees, "Who are ye?" Thinking the dwarf's tone a bit harsh, Bane was a bit hesitant in responding to the question. After a long moment of the dwarf's looks did he reply, "I am Bane," keeping his end of the conversation short as he took a few more steps toward the dwarves, politelyextending his hand. The yellow-haired dwarf was none to hesitant to meet Bane's greeting, grabbing the warrior's forearm so tightly he almost flinched. "I be Choreel Goldhammer", the seemingly gruff dwarf proclaimed, withdrawing his stubby hand, "and these be me workmates, Gorla Stonehead," as he gestured toward another well built dwarf, this one with red hair, "and Tarkin Anklebiter," he finished, turning to nod toward the smallest of the bunch, ashort, plump, brown-haired dwarf. Choreel then turned on the fountain. "Ye like?" he asked, turning on Bane. "Why yes, I thought it was very well done. Must be ancient," the warrior replied, although the gleaming stone of the fountain seemed to contradict. A gravelly laugh came soon after Bane's comment. "No no, we built da darned thang," Choreel said as his laughter died a bit, again turning to wave a stubby hand toward Gorla and Tarkin. "Easy job fer us workin'-like dwarf-kinds" The holder of the blue opal was astonished at the dwarf's proclamation, although he wouldn't put it past them. They did seem well-worked, and their skin was also tanned, as if they did spend most of their time outside.Choreel and Bane spent the next few days becoming well acquainted. They had quite a bit in common in some ways, then in others, they were exact opposites. The dwarf turned out to be not-so gruff as Bane came to know him more. The warrior enjoyed the company of the dwarf, and he thought that Choreel was beginning to feel the same, although he'd never state it outright. Bane even worked a little alongside the three dwarves, while they helped himeven moreso with his forging skills and things of the like. Titan even seemed to like the place known as Littleton. The horse was very well fed by some friendly dwarves who spent time at the local stables. They liked the animal, even though none of them could get upon his back.Though Bane was thinking his time in Littleton to be time well-spent, he knew that he had to return to Rhydin soon, and each passing day, the urge to go back and seek out the silver-eyed woman out grew. He had much unfinished. . . business to attend to with her. Passing the thought off, he went back to work with forging a nice looking longblade that he just received order of. Another glance down to the slip caused him to bring his full attentionback to the duty at hand. The one who had ordered the blade was one of the higher-ups of the town. The son of a member of the town council. Bringing the forging hammer to bare, he went back to banging on the blade's side so that the shape would be just right.When he would return to Rhydin, he didn't know.(( Think I'm gonna start checking now? You're out of it! ;D ))
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The trip had been going smoothly. Bane and Titan rarely had to stop to rest, but more often, they stopped by a few small, scarsely populated towns for food. No matter how smoothly the trip was going, Bane hadn't known where he was going. He never had really planned the destination of the trek. Scoliam had been an early option, but that was long discarded for various reasons. Early in the trip, the warrior started missing someof the people of Rhydin. A few more than others, and probably one that he missed most of all.Bane hadn't spoken with Sade in quite a while now. The last time he really spoke to her was the same night that they both had received hard blows to the cranium, compliments of some strange, twisted Jen. He had awoken early the next day with quite the headache, and something even more strange, he was at his forest home. No one knew where that was, save for the friends who had accompanied him to Rhydin. There were a few Rhydinians who knew thearea, but not his true home. They only knew a few rooms that had been set up for their own special purposes.When the warrior had almost started adding on the worry of their destination, they came upon a nice looking town. The town seemed to be full of dwarfs. In just a glance around, there were no other races about. A sign just into the town informed the fighter that he was in Littleton. The warrior and steed seemed to be drawing peculiar glances early in the town. Perhaps that wouldn't be the case when they rode on into the heart of the place.Not long after, they reached a huge fountain; such a great work it was! The water streamed from the outside of the fountain, flowing toward the middle, wherein there were what seemed to be goldfish swimming about. The early morning sun glistened off the scales of the fish like it would that of a precious treasure, newly discovered and brought to the surface by some lucky spelunker.The warrior dismounted his steed, his dark blue eyes wandering out over the magnificent town. A few dwarves began in his direction, but they didn't have their weapons drawn, so Bane didn't see them as a potential threat.Stepping in the three dwarves' direction, the warrior called out, "Greetings." The only return was that of a yellow-haired dwarf, his long beard braided down to his knees, "Who are ye?" Thinking the dwarf's tone a bit harsh, Bane was a bit hesitant in responding to the question. After a long moment of the dwarf's looks did he reply, "I am Bane," keeping his end of the conversation short as he took a few more steps toward the dwarves, politelyextending his hand. The yellow-haired dwarf was none to hesitant to meet Bane's greeting, grabbing the warrior's forearm so tightly he almost flinched. "I be Choreel Goldhammer", the seemingly gruff dwarf proclaimed, withdrawing his stubby hand, "and these be me workmates, Gorla Stonehead," as he gestured toward another well built dwarf, this one with red hair, "and Tarkin Anklebiter," he finished, turning to nod toward the smallest of the bunch, ashort, plump, brown-haired dwarf. Choreel then turned on the fountain. "Ye like?" he asked, turning on Bane. "Why yes, I thought it was very well done. Must be ancient," the warrior replied, although the gleaming stone of the fountain seemed to contradict. A gravelly laugh came soon after Bane's comment. "No no, we built da darned thang," Choreel said as his laughter died a bit, again turning to wave a stubby hand toward Gorla and Tarkin. "Easy job fer us workin'-like dwarf-kinds" The holder of the blue opal was astonished at the dwarf's proclamation, although he wouldn't put it past them. They did seem well-worked, and their skin was also tanned, as if they did spend most of their time outside.Choreel and Bane spent the next few days becoming well acquainted. They had quite a bit in common in some ways, then in others, they were exact opposites. The dwarf turned out to be not-so gruff as Bane came to know him more. The warrior enjoyed the company of the dwarf, and he thought that Choreel was beginning to feel the same, although he'd never state it outright. Bane even worked a little alongside the three dwarves, while they helped himeven moreso with his forging skills and things of the like. Titan even seemed to like the place known as Littleton. The horse was very well fed by some friendly dwarves who spent time at the local stables. They liked the animal, even though none of them could get upon his back.Though Bane was thinking his time in Littleton to be time well-spent, he knew that he had to return to Rhydin soon, and each passing day, the urge to go back and seek out the silver-eyed woman out grew. He had much unfinished. . . business to attend to with her. Passing the thought off, he went back to work with forging a nice looking longblade that he just received order of. Another glance down to the slip caused him to bring his full attentionback to the duty at hand. The one who had ordered the blade was one of the higher-ups of the town. The son of a member of the town council. Bringing the forging hammer to bare, he went back to banging on the blade's side so that the shape would be just right.When he would return to Rhydin, he didn't know.(( Think I'm gonna start checking now? You're out of it! ;D ))