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Ooc: Darkpoet, you surprise me Good addition

Darkpoet changed his clothes. Dark green leather shirt, black leather pants, and black leather boots. He puts this gloves on and picks up his sword. Bernard is waiting for him, outside his room.

"Darkpoet, are you sure about this? This guy hasn't lost in three years."

"Bernard, you worry to much. Tie these please."

Bernard ties Darkpoet's gauntlets.

"I have nothing left in this world to show. I might as well, go out with a big bang, eh? What's this half orc's name?"

"Runt."

"Runt? I hate to see what the rest of the family looks like. Okay, lets get this over with."

Darkpoet walks into the ring, the gate is shut after him. The two combatants, study each other, while circling. With a nod of the head, they clashed. Feeling out the strengths and weaknesses. Darkpoet took a couple of nicks in the arm and across his chest. He twisted and slash the forearm of Runt, who in turn nicked Dp's cheek. Wiping his face, leaving a smear. He charged in to Runt, throwing him off balance. Runt chopped down, Dp ducked and pushed his sword into Runt's stomach. Runt bellowed and folded. Darkpoet pulled his sword out, and cut off Runt's head.
Those who bet on Runt, groaned, not believing what had just happened. Darkpoet leaned on the cage wall trying to catch his breath. The gate opened, smiling Darkpoet walked out, and back to his room.

**snore** Slave Gwalchmai is still sleeping. Somebody please wake him before the fight begins. He wants to place a few wagers.

Damn! I missed it!

*Vivien gently shakes the sleeping Gwalchmai, worry etched on her face.*

"Darkpoet has vanished and I know no where..."

She stands in the darkening tent, eyes shining in the falling light.

"It's my fault, I am too flighty..I should have stuck by him and the harem..not have been swayed by that rascal Waverly...
Good Sir, will you help me find where he has gone to?"

"Hold still will ye, I have two more stiches, to put in."

"How bad is it? Will it leave a scar?"

"Hell yes, it's going to leave a scar. You get cut in the face with a broad sword, what kind of a cut you think your going to get? There your finished. That one on your chest, don't lift anything heavy. What are you going to tell the ladies?"

"I was attacked for being their servant. That should work, they will only see, the cut on the face. Hold my money for a bit, will ya Bernard?"

"Aye, remember what I told ye, about lifting heavy things."

"Aye, thanks friend. I'll see you later."

Darkpoet walks out into the street, heads over to the market.

The slave is instantly awake at the sound of his worried mistresses voice. "Where could Darkslave have gone?" Gwalchmai thinks to himself, "The lust pits of the underdark? The asylum? Back to the wolf family in the Umar Hills that adopted him when he was a baby? Where would he go to blow off steam? Perhaps Omar was starting to look better to him, considering his addled state of mind?" Grabbing a croissant on his way out, Gwalchmai ran from the tent and into the rain (why is it raining on such a sunny day?). The search for his fellow slave begins...

<Waverly stands and pouts, a bottle of wine in each hand. He realizes he is now alone in the harem >

Waverly: ROFL

Darkpoet heads back to the Tent, carring the food for dinner. Before he goes in, he checks his shirt. "Good, no blood showing."
Then walks through.

Gwalchmai and DP-The things you guys do as slaves.....sheesh

"Do you know where I can find your son, Darkpuppy?" Gwalchmai asked of the wolf matriarch.

"Woof woof. Yip, snarl. (No, I haven't heard from him. Do you have a biscuit?)" replied the old wolf, while sniffing Gwalchmai's crotch.

"When did you last hear from him?"

"Hooowwwwlll! Growl, growl, bark. (Several years ago. After his application to Bard School was rejected, he said that he was going to get a Eurail Pass and bum around for a while. I think, once he had "found himself", he was going to go to the Barbarian Community Collage. Are you sure you don't have a biscuit? Maybe a soup bone?)"

"Thank you, kind mother," Gwalchmai bowed, tossing a box of Milk Bones to the bitch.

Off to the Orc-infested swamps northwest of Nashkell.

"Barkbarkbarkbark. Bark. (If you see him, nip him on the ear for me. He never writes, he never calls. Like I should not worry?)" the wolf called after him

[ 05-21-2001: Message edited by: Gwalchmai ]

Gwalchmai: ROFL I never knew all of these things about Darkpoet, thanks for bringing them to light

Darkpoet walks into the tent. Starts to prepare dinner. Roast with potatoes and carrots, wild green salad with raspberry vinegrette dressing, fresh baked bread, and chocolate mousse.

Darkpoet goes into Anomen's room, he is still sleeping. He nuges him with his toe. "Get up you over grown codpiece, get cleaned up. They want to have dinner with you."

Gwalchmai finally caught up with the Barbarian Community College near Dead Cat Falls. Seems they were on yet another field trip because the instructors were too lazy to actually prepare course work.

“Why shouldn’t we kill you right now, Bub?” The orcish instructor threatened.

“Because I am a Willing Slave of the Harem, and I am looking for one of your compatriots who has gone missing,” Gwalchmai replied proudly.

“Really? I have heard of the Harem. Are they really All That?”

“Oh, yes, MORE than ‘All That’” Gwalchmai grinned as images of his mistresses flooded his mind. “In fact, being one of their slaves grants me permanent protection from ‘Nature’s Beauty’ spells!”

This news was greeted by amazed mummers from the heavily-armed students. “Well, in that case, who are you looking for?” The Orc Teacher said.

“The one who calls himself ‘Darkpoet’”

“Oh, you mean Practice Dummy Boy!”

“Uh, sure, that sounds like him.”

“Yeah, we always liked him. Good fighter, but always put his face in the way of other peoples’ swords. At least he didn’t smell too bad. Last I heard, he opened up a little greenhouse near the Dryad Forest up the coast a ways. We were sorry to see him go. Thought he might have a little orcish blood in him. Gods know we had enough of his blood on our blades!!” The students roared with laughter.

“Many thanks. I shall continue my quest.” Gwalchmai headed north, grateful to breath fresh air again. The thought of his Lady Vivien’s concern quickened his pace.

Darkpoet starts to grind his teeth, wondering where the hell Gwalchmai is.
"I might have to scalp the monkey, when he gets back." Muttering under his breath, continues with dinner.

Hmmmm......collars????????

Trying to stay out of the ladies, line of sight. Darkpoet bends down to pick up a knife he dropped. He did not notice the blood on his shirt.

Dragonwench: Lol

*Vivien looks with concern into the now dark night outside the tent. The sounds of the returned Darkpoet preparing dinner echo through the tent, but now a new concern eats at her heart. Has she sent the valient Gwalchmai to his death? She paces in front of the door, only occasionally stopping to sip from the wine glass Waverly has so generously filled.*

Darkpoet quietly walks up to Vivien. "DINNER is served mistress." Vivien is startled, she spills her wine.