From: valmion@aol.com (Valmion)
Date: 08 Aug 1999 09:28:39 EDT
Lords and ladies of the Duel of Swords,
I awoke early this morning and decided to take a visit to the cork and read what had transpired in the last few evenings. I can only say that my morning started out with such a distastful feeling about our community and our sport that I felt the need to write my words upon this cork once more.
There was a time in the early days of the duels, (and I know you hate hearing about them), that I would awake in the morning and over a fresh cup of coffee, sit down and be entertained by the words on this cork. Words of daring deeds of those that I had become aquainted with in the small basement under the Red Dragon Inn. There were stories of heroism and arch-villianary, there were stories of love and heartbreak, there were stories of success and
failure, yet there was never the amount of bickering, arguing and downright rude behavior as I now have the misfortune of reading every morning on this cork.
We have got to change. If someone challenges and you don't like it, wait, for if he or she wins, you can take your argument to the ring and settle your differences as warriors, not like old women at a rumor filled tea party. The state of affairs of this community has fallen to new lows in my humble opinion and it can only change if those who fuel the fires of miscontent ease off of those who are trying. And damn, at least some folks are trying.
Last night I went to watch a challenge match and found it to be a den of confusion as folks brought their children, who chattered constantly during the match. Folks bickered about political affairs other than the most obvious one going on in the ring. Folks who had not been around for awhile strutted in and expected the whole of the basement to be their stage when the true performance was being displayed in the ring. Once more, in my humble
opinion, this is sad. Two skilled, if not well liked, duelists were putting on an excellent show for the enjoyment of all, yet too many feel as though the challenge match should be nothing more of a personal backdrop to their agenda. Please, give it a break.
I am sure there are those who will find fault in my expressing my opinion here on this cork, as it is the nature of this community now. The DoS no longer stands for the Duel of Swords, but the Duel of Slander and it's sad.
With respect to the sport,
Valmion of Questrion
Time for a change?
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From: cyggnimoi@aol.com (Cyg Gnimoi)
Date: 08 Aug 1999 11:02:03 EDT
The angel reads Valmions babble, puckering up her lips in a peculiar fashion.
Snagging Hubie with a gentle but firm touch she speaks out clearly, "The Lord of Questrion has some nerve speaking that way of poor King Gavs wife."
Straightening as she releases Hubie, her aura dims a tad as she winks at the quite shocked serving lad.
Placing a small note below Valmions before she departs, the note reads:
Well said Lord of Questrion, your note is a shinning example of what you speak!
Well said, indeed! We must stop time and retrieve the past, we must!
Cygnet
Date: 08 Aug 1999 11:02:03 EDT
The angel reads Valmions babble, puckering up her lips in a peculiar fashion.
Snagging Hubie with a gentle but firm touch she speaks out clearly, "The Lord of Questrion has some nerve speaking that way of poor King Gavs wife."
Straightening as she releases Hubie, her aura dims a tad as she winks at the quite shocked serving lad.
Placing a small note below Valmions before she departs, the note reads:
Well said Lord of Questrion, your note is a shinning example of what you speak!
Well said, indeed! We must stop time and retrieve the past, we must!
Cygnet
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From: valmion@aol.com (Valmion)
Date: 08 Aug 1999 12:25:17 EDT
"He could have damn well been speaking about you, and don't ever lay your disgusting hands on me again you crazy wench," Hubie continues, washing his hands quickly in the sink.
"You have some nerve saying anything about anyone Cygnet," he continues. "Yea, and go ahead and call the RhyDin censor police on me. I happen to enjoy the Lord of Questrion's company very much, he tips well and he has never backstabbed me when I wasn't looking. More than a few people can say about you Cygnet. Now run on home to your hubby and plot my downfall as you have plotted so many others," Hubie finishes, walking into the kitchen, slamming
the door behind him.
Date: 08 Aug 1999 12:25:17 EDT
"He could have damn well been speaking about you, and don't ever lay your disgusting hands on me again you crazy wench," Hubie continues, washing his hands quickly in the sink.
"You have some nerve saying anything about anyone Cygnet," he continues. "Yea, and go ahead and call the RhyDin censor police on me. I happen to enjoy the Lord of Questrion's company very much, he tips well and he has never backstabbed me when I wasn't looking. More than a few people can say about you Cygnet. Now run on home to your hubby and plot my downfall as you have plotted so many others," Hubie finishes, walking into the kitchen, slamming
the door behind him.
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From: eagleecore@aol.com (EagleEcore)
Date: 08 Aug 1999 13:13:41 EDT
Aloysius was stocking the bar cooler with various bottles of RhyDin's different brews when he heard some bickering. Looking up over the bar he saw poor Hubie in confrotation with the nasty woman who always comes to scribble nonsense on the corkboard. He always tried to remember who she was, a wife to some former Overlord he thought for a moment.
As he watched Hubie chastise her and try to escape her nausea inducing presence to continue his own duties he couldn't help but snicker. Seeing Hubie ran for the kitchen to cleanse himself of the nasty angel's presence, Aloysius ducked back down behind the bar stocking more bottles in the cooler. Thinking to himself that the crazy ole bat has some nerve flapping her gums about events in a place she never particpates in or even spectates events.
Shrugging he continued on with his duties knowing Edmound would need help raking the rings' sawdust.
Date: 08 Aug 1999 13:13:41 EDT
Aloysius was stocking the bar cooler with various bottles of RhyDin's different brews when he heard some bickering. Looking up over the bar he saw poor Hubie in confrotation with the nasty woman who always comes to scribble nonsense on the corkboard. He always tried to remember who she was, a wife to some former Overlord he thought for a moment.
As he watched Hubie chastise her and try to escape her nausea inducing presence to continue his own duties he couldn't help but snicker. Seeing Hubie ran for the kitchen to cleanse himself of the nasty angel's presence, Aloysius ducked back down behind the bar stocking more bottles in the cooler. Thinking to himself that the crazy ole bat has some nerve flapping her gums about events in a place she never particpates in or even spectates events.
Shrugging he continued on with his duties knowing Edmound would need help raking the rings' sawdust.
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From: khrystawlf@aol.com (KhrystaWlf)
Date: 08 Aug 1999 17:01:13 EDT
Khrys steps into the cool of the basement just in time to hear a screech followed by the slamming of a door. She looked around, but saw no one other than Aloysius trying to look inconspicuous behind the bar cleaning glasses. She gave the lad a tentative smile as she stepped to the cork, unsure of what had just transpired.
Reading over Valmion's letter to the community she forgot about the slammed door as she smiled. She and Valmion had been at odds before, but on this point she felt she must agree. Folks bicker and fight too much without even paying attention to what they're bickering over. She nodded at his description of the going's on at the challenge. She had seen it many times. Sometimes you had to wonder why folks even bother to attend if they don't care
about the event itself enough to at least watch it. She took a quill from her bag to jot a short note, tacking it under Val's.
M'Lord Valmion~~~
Though you and I have occasionally been at odds over things in the past, I wish to express my agreement with your letter. For far too long the community which we refer to as the Duel of Swords has been allowed to decline. It is a rare day when one can read the cork without being subjected almost exclusively to what I would term *Cat Fights*.
I've seen what you speak of during challenges and other important events, and I too wonder what has happened within our community.... and more importantly I wonder what can be done to reverse it. I wish I knew, M'Lord.... I truly wish that I knew.
Khrys
She stepped back from the cork with a small sigh before heading back home.
Date: 08 Aug 1999 17:01:13 EDT
Khrys steps into the cool of the basement just in time to hear a screech followed by the slamming of a door. She looked around, but saw no one other than Aloysius trying to look inconspicuous behind the bar cleaning glasses. She gave the lad a tentative smile as she stepped to the cork, unsure of what had just transpired.
Reading over Valmion's letter to the community she forgot about the slammed door as she smiled. She and Valmion had been at odds before, but on this point she felt she must agree. Folks bicker and fight too much without even paying attention to what they're bickering over. She nodded at his description of the going's on at the challenge. She had seen it many times. Sometimes you had to wonder why folks even bother to attend if they don't care
about the event itself enough to at least watch it. She took a quill from her bag to jot a short note, tacking it under Val's.
M'Lord Valmion~~~
Though you and I have occasionally been at odds over things in the past, I wish to express my agreement with your letter. For far too long the community which we refer to as the Duel of Swords has been allowed to decline. It is a rare day when one can read the cork without being subjected almost exclusively to what I would term *Cat Fights*.
I've seen what you speak of during challenges and other important events, and I too wonder what has happened within our community.... and more importantly I wonder what can be done to reverse it. I wish I knew, M'Lord.... I truly wish that I knew.
Khrys
She stepped back from the cork with a small sigh before heading back home.
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From: karnafexx@aol.com (Karnafexx)
Date: 09 Aug 1999 05:09:49 EDT
Edmund sat in the privy, as he usually does when there is alot of work to be done, reading an old issue of DoS today, complete with a pull out centerfold of Merilsa in a tight black fighting suit. This was the living, good tips, good food and even better women. He turned the page and read and old add for something called "Bag of gore".
Life was good.
Date: 09 Aug 1999 05:09:49 EDT
Edmund sat in the privy, as he usually does when there is alot of work to be done, reading an old issue of DoS today, complete with a pull out centerfold of Merilsa in a tight black fighting suit. This was the living, good tips, good food and even better women. He turned the page and read and old add for something called "Bag of gore".
Life was good.