Fox Talks/Ash Sea Island Tournament/Extra Info

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------Eye Witness Account

(THIS IS A CONTINUATION OF AN EARLIER RP. If you missed Part I, don't fret, the main point is here)

~* Local Guard notices DRP sharpening his Weapons of War*~

"Excuse me, Sir DRP, but you are not allowed to use these weapons here...why do you have them?"

~* Local Guard observes the calmness in DRP's eyes, like that of a hawk, staring down at a mouse from above a tree, fully aware that a hunt will soon take place *~

"Nevermind, Sir..."

Do not worry yourself, young lad, these tools are not for the likes of our guests here. I am simply preparing these fine weapons for the likes of battle. It appears that Atamara is blowing up all over the place, and I will soon find myself at the front lines again.

~* Local Guard observes a particular weapon wrapped in Crimson Silk *~

That sword, is a special sword, it is the sword I use in Duels. A coward thought it would be funny to throw rocks at my house, so I smiled a mouth full of teeth, and said "Come and Get it." The coward fled the scene...and while I sleep...he still throws stones at my home...annoying the hell out of me...boy does he run fast. He's obviously done this before to others...he is quite good at dissapearing to face the consequences of his actions.

~* Local Guard Gulps...and realizes that someone has crossed the wrong man *~

Don't worry, lad, you'll more than likely never see this coward of a boyish man. He patrols a Garden, while the real men of his homeland go to war. I can assure you that if this person in question were to ever shows his face around these lands, it will surprise me, as much as the sight of a turtle outrunning my horse would.

~* DRP goes back to sharpening his weapons, too focused on what is to come, rather than what currently is...several times the local guard notices DRP turn to the sword wrapped in crimson, and notices him touch it gently once, as if he were checking for a pulse...finding none...and doing it again later as if stuck in a trance, expecting his sword to come to life for a more than certain death stroke *~

Boys and their Toys...Men and their Tools...Pompos Fools being worthless cowards...Nobles defending their precious Honor.


DRP

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