Arconian Open III (GEEZ!)

[Zelda]

Right we have been trying to get a new ruler and Arcon home for a real year (a few weeks in Arconian time but anyhow) lets get this plot line FINISHED and the Russic invasion going.

[Serge the wise]

Russic invasion? I'm now lost.

[Iwant2bafencer]

Well if you're going to put it that way then I'd like to take our time getting home until I can come up with some ideas on how to defend ourselves against these 'Swordsmen'

For crying out loud I haven't even finished reading the Second! open, and now you want me to start on the third?! Fi there is such a thing, then I believe I will soon be suffering from death by reading. *shug* oh well you win some and ya loose some.

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Carpe Diem
Ad Asha

[Crin Dalmeiier]

Death by excessive reading! Hermione Grangers in the world start to twitch!

Well, they say that the pen is mightier than the sword... but I'd still be more afraid of Nækos Servaya than I would be of an author like myself. I hear that Rayen author is pretty scary, though. *grins at Ray and runs away*

Hey, that rhymed!

[Rayen]

Oh, you hear this, eh? You should see me break out some dagger moves in inverted guard with a pair of 2B Marching Drumsticks. Vic Firth. Taped to look like peppermint.

[Iwant2bafencer]

Taped to look like a pepermint! Bahahahahaha! I'm in tears. I dunno Our characters (Rayen's and mine) have yet to meet. Rosaline's not exactly sweet and innocent as most of you should know


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Carpe Diem
Ad Asha

[Zelda]

Isnt Rosaline with Arcon???

[Serge the wise]

I don't know, Zelda. But Rayen and Iwant2beafencer, I fear that meeting

[Crin Dalmeiier]

Taped up to look like peppermint? Is this a new addition? Sheesh! And I thought you with a pair of REGULAR drumsticks was scary! Warning to the public: When playing Christmas music next to Rayen, watch out for drumsticks that Rayen believes to be daggers! You WILL get beaten and your ribs WILL protest!

When IS Arcon coming home, by the way?

-Happy Post-Turkey Day

[Moonitic]

coming soon: When Twin Sisters Attack!
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Despite the doctor's protests, Ken-Dall (posing as her dearly departed sister) wandered. She watched the remaining bouts with little interest until Darion had been called. Each win brought him closer to the throne, and she wanted to be the one to sit next to him on that day.

But this gentleman was entirely TOO gentlemanly for the girl. Her situation grew perilous. She had to "seal the deal" before it was too late. And he hadn't even held her hand!

As he exited the arena after his latest win, Ken-Dall met him. "Hello there, Ken-Dall. How are you feeling?"

Her eyes widened for the slightest moment. "LADY MOON is fine, sir...though a bit tired."

"Not too tired to dine with me tonight, I hope."

"Nay." She smiled in a playful way. "I would dance if you asked me to."

"That is good to know." Darion grinned. "However, I do not think that is wise with your wound."

"I am a fast healer."

"Good...good. I must now be off. I must prepare for my next bout." He said. Darion began to turn away, but felt a hand on his shoulder. He spun to face the young lady once again. "Yes?"

"I would like to present you with a token of good fortune for your remaining bouts, sir." She looked him in the eye, holding his gaze.

"And that would be?"

"This..."

Ken-Dall grabbed the back of Darion's head, fingers securely entangled in his sweaty hair, & pulled him toward her. Too shocked to move, he felt her lips on his. When she finally released him, she gave a brief smile & wandered away.

[Darion McNair]

The kiss surprised him beyond words. In that moment all the weighing, calculating, speculating that was swirling in his head stopped. For the first time, the idea that she was genuinely in love with him seemed feasible. Perhaps there were no games, no hidden agendas and she honestly wanted him for who he was. He watched her walk away.

“Snap out of it Darion! So she kissed you, that doesn’t change who she is.” But the seemingly legitimate voice of reason now resembled nothing more than pessimism. This morning the last thing he wanted was to be thinking about her while he was in a bout. Now he couldn’t get her out of his head even if he wanted to (which he didn’t).


“Second Call! Senyik Devlinn and Darion McNair!” The booming voice of the bout official brought Darion back to reality. He would catch up with her after this next bout. But now he had to try, as impossible as it was, to concentrate.

Hurrying to the bout area he arrived and gave his name. Senyik was already there, sword drawn. He looked at Darion with a sly smirk on his face. “Good afternoon Mister McNair, a little preoccupied I see.” Darion gave him a nonchalant shrug but wondered if he had seen the whole thing.

Unclasping his cloak he hung it on the rope encircling the bout area. He walked back to the center and drew Halcyon from its sheath.

Other competitors gathered around to see the coming fight. Spectators in the observation area all had eyes fixed on the two warriors preparing to clash. This indeed seemed to be a bout to watch, Darion forced concentration. Ken-Dall couldn’t be seen but ‘out of sight out of mind’ didn’t hold very true in his case.

[Iwant2bafencer]

Yes, Rosaline is with Arcon. hehe *runsaway*

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Carpe Diem
Ad Asha

[Rayen]

Hey, It's not my fault that every piece in Christmas Music history has 3 measures for a snare drummer to play in, and 45,639 measures to rest in. If a French horn player happens to be next to me, and I happen to be on measure 1 of 45,639, and I happen to know a bit of dagger work, why not exercise it...?

Besides, the French horn section's sole purpose in life is to play off beats. It's not like they're important.

*runs away from Crin as she hurls her French horn case at me*

[Serge the wise]

I'm glad that the baritone and tuba's job is to promote the band. Better we sound, the better the band will sound. Well, you can just throw out the french horn section. But you cannot get rid of the percussion. It's impossible.

[lochinvar]

Q: Why was the French Horn player walking around and around the building?

A: Because she couldn't find the key and didn't know when to come in.

(rim****: ba-da-boom, TISH)

[Lord Tellurine]

Angus Shamhammer was a big, strong, angry man. He was from the village of New Meadowbrook, which was a stone’s throw away from Meadowbrook Heights, a suburb of Old Meadowbrook, which was just up the stream from Meadowbrook II. Angus had gotten big and strong from working hard and eating well, and was angry because it took him three days extra to get to Arconia City because he couldn’t find his way out of all those damn Meadowbrook villages. Once he got to the tournament he became a crowd favorite. Not only did he easily win his bouts, but he also made it look easy when he did it, sometimes finishing off an opponent mid-yawn, while simultaneously eating a muffin. He would even pause to brush the crumbs off his bearded chin before bowing to the throngs of cheering fans.

Silas von Schmect was not impressed. He had yet to give credit to any of his opponents and this one would be no different. Their match started just like Silas expected it to start. Silas’s name was called out and was followed by jeers and booing, then Angus’ name was followed by a boisterous cheer. Once the match started though, Silas’ expectations went out the window. Angus was a skilled man and for the first time Silas did not think he could win, but when a flash of light suddenly blinded the large man Silas took the opportunity and slashed violently at the arm that carried his weapon, slicing into it and causing Angus to drop his sword in defeat.

Silas accepted the win amongst the booing of the crowd and had left before Angus could cry out, “I was cheated! Somebody blinded me!”

The judge, a veteran of the Arconian Guard, looked in the direction Angus was pointing. It was a hilltop, just outside the tournament arena. The guard left the wounded man and ran to the hilltop. Something shiny caught his eye and he bent down to pick it up. It was a medallion on a chain. He knew immediately who to take it to.

Queen Zelda was preparing for her next bout. So far the tournament had been relatively easy for her, but she knew the cream of the competitors was rising to the top and it was up to her to whip them. The guard clearing his throat behind her interrupted her thoughts. “Yes, Captain?” She said, regaining some royal composure.

“A competitor cried fowl after a bout with Silas von Schmect. He claimed someone had intentionally blinded him. After examining a nearby hilltop I found this.” He handed Queen Zelda the medallion.

Queen Zelda took one look at the medallion and sighed. “It’s the crest of Schoolcraftia,” she said solemnly. “You can tell by the carving of a small man being rejected by a large university.” The guard nodded thoughtfully, but had no idea what it meant. She asked him, “Have any of the royal family of Schoolcraftia been around the tournament?”

“The only one I’ve seen,” the answered after a moment of thought, “is the young Lady Moon.”

“I was afraid of that,” sighed Zelda. “She can threaten to sue me, she can even fight in a tournament against me, but when she starts helping Silas von Schmect to win the throne of Arconia then she’s gone too far. Captain, tell your men that Lady Moon of Schoolcraftia is an enemy of Arconia and is to be placed under arrest immediately.”

“Of course, Queen Zelda. And what about Silas von Schmect’s win?”

“That will have to stay as is. If he’s cheating to win this tournament then we’ll catch him. I’ll be watching him. You may go now.”

“Yes, Queen Zelda. …Oh, and good luck with your next bout.” He bowed and left.

Queen Zelda smiled at the encouragement and then wondered what had gotten into Lady Moon these past few weeks.

On the other side of the tournament Lord Tellurine was wondering if someone found the medallion he had dropped.

[Serge the wise]

I'm glad that there isn't a lot of Baritone jokes.

I knew this one man who was terrible with rythms, so the conductor gave him two sticks and he became a drummer. He lost a stick and became a conductor

I am so gonna get hit by Rayen...

Originally posted by lochinvar
Q: Why was the French Horn player walking around and around the building?

A: Because she couldn't find the key and didn't know when to come in.

(rim****: ba-da-boom, TISH)

[Serge the wise]

Does anyone know where Nightlight is? My character needs to meet him and give him something. But I can't because I don't know where he is.

As you can tell, I am majorly confused...

[Willow]

<dropping down dead from laughing too hard and choking to death on breakfast>

One would think that I would have learned not to read and eat at the same time. Tellurine, you are a card....but you forgot the neighboring village of Meadowbrook Lanes and Meadowbrook Vines.

[Zelda]

Late Night should be in the officals area drafting the papers to hand over the regency/....... SHOULD being the operative word!!!