Date: 1/1/98 8:57 AM Pacific Daylight Time
From: Arlingond
The young prince sat at a table in the Red Dragon Inn, sipping his coffee and watching the folks come and go in this portal to RhyDin. Most had yet to discover the depth of the realm outside the very doors they just entered from, and most did not seem to care. Arlingond had sat here each morning this week, having rented one of the room upstairs since his departure from Questrion Manor.
Each morning, sipping coffee and pondering the events that surrounded the duels held in the basement below. Yesterday afternoon he had made his debut for Team Phoenix in the RTDL and already protests were being filed against the result. The young man let out a soft sigh as he stood, walking to the bar to refill his coffee.
He had made the move to House Phoenix for a few good reasons, yet the move itself was offering much more in the way of understanding to the young prince. He poured the coffee and just sat at the bar, instead of returning to his table, sipping the warm beverage and turning his thoughts to the woman he had met the other night.
Banda, he thought to himself, remembering the skill she possessed in the ring. Skill that took Arlingond to the fifteenth round in a practice duel, before he managed to best the woman. Yes, the prince was a bit smitten with this lady, and he only hoped that they would meet again soon, so that he might try and express these feelings to her.
In the corner of the Red Dragon Inn a fight broke out, bringing Arlingond from his thoughts as he turned to watch the brawl. He finished his coffee as two combatants beat on each other in one corner of the inn, while the rest ot the patrons took little heed. The prince chuckled softly to himself, as he thought some things in RhyDin definatly stayed the same with the passing of the years.
(TBC)
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Date: 1/2/98 10:12 AM Pacific Daylight Time
From: Arlingond
The lad lay on the bed in the room he rented at the Red Dragon Inn, the noise from downstairs maddening at times. He pulled the pillow over his head and decided he had to shop around for a home of his own, as there was no way he was going to take this day after day. What a circus it was downstairs he thought, pulling the pillow tight about his ears.
He had awoken late, the noise keeping him up most of the night, but knew he needed to go check with the tailors he had visited yesterday, to see what progress had been made on his new clothes. The Phoenix Crest was nice Arlingond thought as he stood from the bed, tossing the pillow into a corner in disgust at the noise. He almost wanted to scream at them, but knew that would only bring another in a long line of fights the lad had to avoid each
night coming up to his room.
He rinsed his face and hands in the cold bucket of water the innkeeper had left for him, washing away the sleepless night. The cool liquid was refreshing as it hit his skin, bringing about a readiness to go and face those gathered below. He would go check with the tailors, and then go looking around for another residence he thought as he dressed.
As he was pulling his boots on, he paused a moment and thought about his fathers challenge this eve and silently said a prayer to the Valar that they would guide his blade true. Even though he had removed himself physically from Questrion, his heart was still in their cause.
(TBC)
From: Arlingond
The lad lay on the bed in the room he rented at the Red Dragon Inn, the noise from downstairs maddening at times. He pulled the pillow over his head and decided he had to shop around for a home of his own, as there was no way he was going to take this day after day. What a circus it was downstairs he thought, pulling the pillow tight about his ears.
He had awoken late, the noise keeping him up most of the night, but knew he needed to go check with the tailors he had visited yesterday, to see what progress had been made on his new clothes. The Phoenix Crest was nice Arlingond thought as he stood from the bed, tossing the pillow into a corner in disgust at the noise. He almost wanted to scream at them, but knew that would only bring another in a long line of fights the lad had to avoid each
night coming up to his room.
He rinsed his face and hands in the cold bucket of water the innkeeper had left for him, washing away the sleepless night. The cool liquid was refreshing as it hit his skin, bringing about a readiness to go and face those gathered below. He would go check with the tailors, and then go looking around for another residence he thought as he dressed.
As he was pulling his boots on, he paused a moment and thought about his fathers challenge this eve and silently said a prayer to the Valar that they would guide his blade true. Even though he had removed himself physically from Questrion, his heart was still in their cause.
(TBC)