From: rdihelix@aol.com (RDI Helix)
Date: 01 Feb 1998 21:50:36 EST
Last Call! :)
The 1st quarter Warlord Tournament has been scheduled and confirmed for February 9th & 10th (Monday & Tuesday) at 9pm in the Annex. Registration closes *this* Friday (the 6th) at midnight. If there's anyone else that wants a guaranteed seat, now's the time to get those entries in. Warlord's entering after the deadline will be accepted on a "stand-by" basis only.
For those of you not participating directly, we hope you'll come out, cheer your favorite warlord on, and see who has the skill to claim the 5th Baron's ring.
~Helix Girvin
Duel of Swords Coordinator
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From: jonalyn@aol.com (Jonalyn)
Date: 02 Feb 1998 12:25:10 EST
The commoner wanders down the back stairs, having left the bairns in the care of their nanny and mentor. She paces slowly along the south wall, her gaze taking in the tapestries, banners, flags and signs. She quirks a smile to little Marcus as he skips down the stairs from the loft room. "Och, tis a tourney acomin' 'pon th' third anniversary 'o th' tourney wh' set up th' original nine Barons." Marcus giggled, "Al and Hubie have the betting
slips, Ma'am." She chortled, "Ah do trus' ye willna be gamblin', Marcus." The youngster's eyes widened in all innocence, "Oh, no ma'am. Al and Hubie take the bets, I just watch." Al and Hubie muttered as they stood behind the bar, Nemo dropped another dish in the kitchen. Marcus skipped around the rings. The commoner chortled as she turned, vanishing.
Date: 02 Feb 1998 12:25:10 EST
The commoner wanders down the back stairs, having left the bairns in the care of their nanny and mentor. She paces slowly along the south wall, her gaze taking in the tapestries, banners, flags and signs. She quirks a smile to little Marcus as he skips down the stairs from the loft room. "Och, tis a tourney acomin' 'pon th' third anniversary 'o th' tourney wh' set up th' original nine Barons." Marcus giggled, "Al and Hubie have the betting
slips, Ma'am." She chortled, "Ah do trus' ye willna be gamblin', Marcus." The youngster's eyes widened in all innocence, "Oh, no ma'am. Al and Hubie take the bets, I just watch." Al and Hubie muttered as they stood behind the bar, Nemo dropped another dish in the kitchen. Marcus skipped around the rings. The commoner chortled as she turned, vanishing.