DUELMASTERS NEWSLETTER
Date : 10/18/1999 Duedate: 10/30/1999
ARDIVENT ARENA
DM-46 TURN-307
This Weeks Top Honors
THE DUELMASTER IS
ZCMI
REND SETTERS (262)
(46-2864) [14-11-1,114]
Chartered Recognition Leader Unchartered Recognition Leader
ZCMI TAL
REND SETTERS (262) WE GOT GAME (289)
(46-2864) [14-11-1,114] (46-3106) [6-1-0,59]
Popularity Leader This Weeks Favorite
BARAK COLLIN MIKE BINKLY
BLUVALLEY WARRIORS (74) DEATHTONGUE (89)
(46-492) [15-20-1,81] (46-3255) [3-3-0,28]
THE CURRENT TOP TEAM
DEATHTONGUE (89)
TEAMS ON THE MOVE TOP CAREER HONORS
Team Name Point Gain Chartered Team
1. FANDILS (75) 44
2. INFERNAL LORDS (8) 35 INFERNAL LORDS (8)
3. DEATHTONGUE (89) 33 Unchartered Team
4. WE GOT GAME (289) 20
5. TOKORI BANDITS (263) 19 WE GOT GAME (289)
The Top Teams
Career Win-Loss Record W L K % Win-Loss Record Last 3 Turns W L K
1/ 1*WE GOT GAME (289) 16 5 0 76.2 1/ 3 DEATHTONGUE (89) 9 4 0
2- 2*MADE OF TECHNETIUM (305) 18 11 4 62.1 2/ 1*WE GOT GAME (289) 8 1 0
3/ 3 INFERNAL LORDS (8) 122 93 9 56.7 3/ 4 FANDILS (75) 8 7 0
4/ 4 FANDILS (75) 625 517 22 54.7 4/ 6 TOKORI BANDITS (263) 6 4 2
5/ 5 DEATHTONGUE (89) 632 553 33 53.3 5/ 7 REND SETTERS (262) 6 4 0
6- 6 ILLUMINATION (135) 316 304 25 51.0 6/ 2 BLUVALLEY WARRIORS (74) 6 6 1
7/ 7 TOKORI BANDITS (263) 88 113 15 43.8 7/ 9 INFERNAL LORDS (8) 5 7 0
8/ 8 REND SETTERS (262) 65 85 5 43.3 8- 8*MADE OF TECHNETIUM (305) 3 1 0
9/12*LORD OF THE HUNT (307) 2 3 0 40.0 9- 5 ILLUMINATION (135) 2 1 0
10- 9 CIRCLE HUNTERS (282) 75 114 6 39.7 10/11*LORD OF THE HUNT (307) 2 3 0
11/10 BLUVALLEY WARRIORS (74) 56 92 3 37.8 11/12 THE BACROF CLAN (280) 1 9 0
12/11 THE BACROF CLAN (280) 18 43 1 29.5 12-10 CIRCLE HUNTERS (282) 0 4 0
'*' Unchartered team '-' Team did not fight this turn
(###) Avoid teams by their Team Id ##/## This turn's/Last turn's rank
TEAM SPOTLIGHT
"Newseoul, did you see Pete this last round?" asked Blunk.
"Yes, I did," answered Newseoul. "He's more than he seems. The precise attacks
were very...surgical."
"Exactly. Two strokes, both carotid arteries...gone. Bleeding out can be the
only result."
After a moment, Blunk continued. "The eerie part was when Pete congratulated
Newshound for being a fine opponent as he lay there gasping as his lifeblood squirted
onto the sand."
"Should we voice our concerns to Joe?" asked Adashi.
"Well...if he isn't already aware, he's in on whatever is happening. I suggest
we wait and see what develops."
*** *** ***
"Pete, I can't have you doing what you did last week," said Joe.
"Bossman, gotta keep my skills sharp...heehee...for the real job. That's what
Master said."
Tin Can Pete sat, rattling his can with one hand and flipping a dagger with his
other. General Joe was amazed at this display of dexterity while at the same time
dismayed with Pete's obvious insanity. If not for the fact that Pete was here on a
more sinister mission, (not to mention being one of about a handful of people capable
of doing the deed) Joe would not have to deal with him. The only question was whether
the need to dispatch a certain individual would arise.
"Just keep things low key. If you kill again, do it a little bit messier, okay?"
asked Joe.
"No problem, bossman," said Pete. "Messy...got it...heh heh.... Messy and
painful...suffering...."
+ ]H[ + ---:--- + ]H[ The Ardivent Barony #30 ]H[ + ---:--- + ]H[ +
Ardivent:
Stepharoo tightened the buckles on her armor and tried to still the butterflies
in her stomach. Master Cho had made no difficulties about the illusion, but somehow,
Steph had expected it to be.... She'd expected to feel different, and she didn't.
She glanced out at the torchlit arena, then across the room at the Dark Champion, who
was making his own preparations. It was one thing to go out to fight knowing she
might get hurt. Every gladiator did that. It was another to go out like this,
knowing that she would get hurt, knowing that she could prevent it but must not.
If only the Dark Champion's longsword over there didn't seem so very long, and sharp,
and deadly.... She had refused the Arenamistress's offer of a drug, but now she
regretted that.
"It's tough, facing the Dark Arena," someone said sympathetically. "Even when
you know your manager's set it up for you to get out alive and retire."
She turned to smile nervously at him. He was no one she'd seen before, at
least, no one that she could remember seeing.
"P. Far Side," he said by way of introduction. "I'm from Caer, here in Ardivent
on business for my manager. And since there's nothing to do in the boarding house at
night, I ended up here...." He shrugged slightly and smiled. One of his eyes was
set crookedly in his face, which looked almost sinister until he smiled. "Feeling
nervous?" he asked. "Mouth dry?"
She nodded.
He pulled out a pocket flask and passed it to her. "That'll put the hair on
your chest. Er, figuratively speaking. Don't take too much, though--we don't want
you going out there drunk!"
Stepharoo took a couple of swallows of the brandy and then handed the flask back
with her thanks. Arenamistress Fandette was calling the fight, and she had no
further time to think and fret. She stepped forward, walking beside the Dark
Champion.
*** ***** *** ***** ***
The fight seemed to have been going on for hours. Stepharoo could feel the
sweat running down inside her armor, and her breath burned in her throat. The Dark
Champion was playing with her, luring her into taking wild swings that left her
exposed to his blows, then just pricking her instead of delivering the killing stroke
she was expecting. Teasing her into burning her energies recklessly, tripping her--
She stumbled and staggered several steps before she could recover her balance. He
hadn't been anywhere near her that time. A haze of exhaustion blurred her vision,
and she tried to blink it away. Tried to raise her arm to wipe the sweat from her
eyes and found that the arm was too heavy to lift that far. She stumbled again.
The Dark Champion caught her by a hand around her throat. His face was
completely hidden by the visor of his helm, he might have been a golem for all she
could tell. "Sweet dreams," he whispered, and laughed. She didn't see his other
hand move, but suddenly there was pain, an explosion of pain in her belly that spread
quickly to fill her whole body. And then darkness.
*** ***** *** ***** ***
Darkness and pain. She couldn't move, couldn't even open her eyes. Or maybe
they were open already, and she was dead; that would explain why she couldn't see
anything. But the dead don't feel pain. Do they? Voices nearby.
"Your cat-and-mouse games are not appreciated," a raspy whisper said. "One day
you will damage a body beyond the point of easy repair, and then we will leave you to
pay the price!"
"This one isn't badly hurt," a second voice said. It was smooth and dangerous,
like oiled steel. She thought it might be the Dark Champion.
"Except for your finishing blow," Raspy Voice said. "A clean blow to the heart
would be much preferable to this...butchery."
"You're a fine one to criticize butchery!" Steel Voice said.
"In its place," the other replied. There were several small sounds that she
couldn't place. "If it hadn't been for the drug that ensured she would enter a state
of suspended animation, instead of dying--! Well, I think the body's stabilized now
and ready for transport `to the Isle'." There was laughter, low and mean. A metal
jingle.
"What do you do with the bodies?" Steel Voice asked.
There was a very dead silence for several minutes. "You don't really need to
know that, do you?" Raspy Voice said.
There was another silence, and then footsteps walking away. Then other sounds,
grunts and bumps and footsteps and shuffling sounds. Through it all, she felt
nothing, but she guessed that she was being loaded into one of the coffins she'd seen
in the arena's morgue. Warriors who died on their last fight after Invitation were
loaded into those coffins for easy transport to the Isle. So it must be that she was
going to leave Ardivent `normally' and disappear somewhere on the way.
Near the coast:
Sissy stumbled into a tree and stopped to lean against it and catch her breath.
The beach and the raiders were far behind her now, and that was good. They'd been
scary. But Barak Collin and Mime, who'd been with her, were also far behind, and
that was bad. Because she wanted someone to tell her everything was all right now,
and which way to go to get home, and things like that. Most of all, she wanted Wise
Old Fandil.
There were sounds of breaking brush near at hand, and Sissy realized that she
had been listening to them approach for a long time. Maybe there were bears in this
woods! She pressed herself harder against the tree and looked around it fearfully.
There was a man coming through the woods, a stranger to her.
He had seen her and was coming toward her.
Sissy smiled. "Can you tell me how to find the road?" she asked. "And, you know, the city?"
The man looked blinked at her, but she was sure he would help her. Men always
did. "I don't know," he said. He had an accent that made him hard for her to
understand. "I think...that way." He gestured.
Sissy smiled some more. "I get, like, lost, you know? Could you take me
there?"
"I'm not going to the city," the man said. "I'm carrying a message and must not
delay. You may come with me, if you wish?"
"Okay."
Ardivent:
"What the hell is going on?" Tess Turbo demanded. "Why should I go to Khalhums
with you? Why should I go anywhere with you?"
"Because we need your assistance in solving a mystery," Scarlet Fever said, her
patience thinning.
"You want to solve a mystery, solve this one," the gladiator from Deathtongue
said, shoving an arena newsletter toward the visitor. "This says I went to the Dark
Arena and died. Not true! And an insult, besides. I could have beaten that Dark
Champion guy with one hand tied behind my back."
"You may get a chance to do so, because he is part of the problem."
"Well, good. Why Khalhums?"
Scarlet Fever shrugged. "I don't know, but Arenamistress Fandette suggested
it."
+ ]H[ + ---:--- + ]H[ The Andorian League #25 ]H[ + ---:--- + ]H[ +
Near Tronsha, halfway between Andor and Fratsfa:
Mickeal was glad the ditch wasn't muddy. He rolled up onto one knee, drawing
his sword and raising his head slowly to peer through the tangled grasses that edged
the ditch. There was no one in sight--Khazakh had taken cover somewhere, probably
close by, and the sniper was not visible. Their horses had wandered a little way on
down the road, and the rest of his party was not in sight; they'd fallen behind, but
he didn't know how far.
Now what?
His own impulse was to go after the sniper. He hadn't been paying close
attention but thought the ditch had run along the road for some distance, and there
was a curve not too far back that would make it possible to get to the other side of
the road without exposing himself.... Of course, the sniper might be moving, too.
And, of course, pursuing assassins was not supposed to be part of the king's job.
Even when it was the king who was attacked. This wouldn't be the first time he'd
found his job irksome.
Where was Khazakh?
*** ***** *** ***** ***
Khazakh was belly down in the grasses in an area where no reasonable man would
try to conceal himself. There didn't appear to be cover enough for a rabbit. Which
just showed how little most people knew about concealment. His clothing was of a
color and pattern that would blend in with nearly anything, his slow, careful
movements those of a man who had successfully hunted the extremely wary winter-wolves
of his homeland.
The sniper had been behind a clump of wild berry canes at the roadside, but
Khzakh was not so foolish as to suppose the man had stayed there. Still, he had
assessed the probable routes of escape--to the front, onto the road, was clearly out,
and to the rear, so far as he could tell from here, there were more brambles, possibly
an impenetrable wall of them, from the look of things. To the sniper's right was an
open area on the bank of a small stream. The left, back along the road, was the most
logical way for the man to move. Also, the curve of the road there would allow the
sniper to get to their side of the road unseen, and if he planned to try again, that
would be a good move on his part.
He wanted to pursue the man, catch him and ask him questions, but his primary job
was defending the king. He began to edge toward the ditch.
Skaithvarn:
"Your name is Omavo?" Senator Dole asked. At the Ventan's startled nod, he went
on, "And you're our jailer?"
The young Ventan shrugged. "I guess," he muttered. His gaze, which had wandered
to Bonner Springs, was definitely admiring.
"Rather quiet out here--"
"Vasvo's going to be the death of us!" the young man exclaimed suddenly. It was
as though the Senator's sympathetic presence had pulled a cork or unlocked a door.
Words poured from him as he told of the Ventan leader's insistence that all non-Ventan
were enemies, of his policy of petty theft (or major theft if the chance offered) in
the villages they passed through, of the intimidation of farmers with hints at curses,
and even of real curses sometimes laid on those who annoyed the leader. "We never
have a chance to settle down, never get to be friends with anyone," Omavo finished,
"not even other Ventan! Everyone's an enemy to Vasvo."
"Things are otherwise in the world at large," the Senator said, as though musing
to himself. "Oh, there is trouble, there are enemies, but there are friends and good
times, too. Educational opportunities...chances for young men to meet young women and
get friendly...chances for a young man to choose his own road and walk it freely...."
"Chances for others, maybe," Omavo said bitterly, "but not for a Ventan."
"Chances for a Ventan, too, perhaps," the Senator said, his voice soft and
insinuating, "if he were to leave those who confine his life and had a friend or two
to introduce him into new circles. I know a lot of people who would welcome a young
man of promise...."
"Omavo! Omavo, where are you? What's taking you so long?" The voice was
Vasvo's, and at the sound of it approaching the barn door, the young man jumped, then
turned away quickly, hurrying to meet his leader just outside the barn. The prisoners
couldn't hear what words were exchanged, but Vasvo's bullying, complaining, critical
tone was clear.
"He may listen to your blandishments," the woman in the next stall said quietly.
"Lady Elida of Ulmurvian, I presume?" Senator Dole said, bowing courteously. "I
am Senator Dole of Amen-Tei in the Andorian League, and this is my assistant, Lady
Protector Bonner Springs. We've come to rescue you."
"By getting yourselves captured?" she asked in a tone between laughing and
crying.
"Whatever it takes to do the job, fair lady," the manager said. "There are many
options open to us, and young Omavo is only one of them."
+ ]H[ + ---:--- + ]H[ The Andorian League #26 ]H[ + ---:--- + ]H[ +
Report from the Academy
"And to what do I owe this honor?" Deadpool said through clenched teeth. He was
voicing a question but it sounded more like an accusation. He slipped silently down
form the ledge, and landed between the woman and the hidden door behind Kyrican's
large bookshelf. He still held his dagger at the ready, but worried over having left
his sword at home. The woman was wearing her warhammer easily on her belt, and he'd
heard horror stories about how well she wielded it.
"You're working Kyrican?" she replied evenly. Her accent was smoothly
Convincian, though Deadpool had known her to sound Elvish or Delarquan when needed.
She was a master of disguise, though he had no idea what she really looked like. Her
only truly identifying feature was the intricately woven raven that appeared somewhere
in all her clothing. His trained eye had spotted it immediately, even in the dimness
of the secret halls of the Academy.
Deadpool shifted uneasily under her careful scrutiny, unsure if he was supposed
to answer. One raised eyebrow from the woman known only as Raven was indication
enough for him. "Ever since the Crow went back to work directly out of the Guild,
I've been here," he answered.
Raven smiled at him, a warm smile designed to set aside his defenses and lower
his guard. It didn't work, but he made it look as if it had, sheathing his dagger and
leaning casually against the wall. He kept his legs ready to spring away if
necessary. He hoped it wouldn't be.
"I'm here to relieve you of that duty," she said with the same smile, her
expression not changing in the slightest. "You are being reassigned on escort duty.
There is a letter to be taken to a courier south of here. I want you escorting the
courier from Tarrgir to the meeting place, and then you are to tail the second courier
once he has the dispatch. I want you to make sure he meets a gruesome end just
outside Aruak City. Very public, but do not be seen. The note must arrive at the
Gates, but the courier must be killed to set an example of our intentions."
Deadpool looked at Raven in silence. It occurred to him that perhaps she was
setting him up, and he didn't like that feeling. He'd been a member of the AAG since
well before he became a gladiator, and without exception he'd always been able to
trust his superiors. For the first time in his career, he did not trust a superior;
he was, in fact, afraid of a superior. That bothered him more than he realized. "Why
me?" he dared to ask.
Raven continued smiling, as it had been obvious to her that she'd brought doubt
into Deadpool's mind. Deadpool shifted uncomfortably beneath her scrutiny, moving
from one foot to the other, obviously nervous about this new assignment. "Because you
are here, and so is the letter in question," she said easily. "The warrior called
Bullwhip will be the courier. He's bright enough, and a former instructor at the
Academy, so he makes the perfect Pigeon. That's his code name, by the way."
"Real subtle," Deadpool said dryly. "I suppose you want him to take the blame,
as well then...the Fall Pigeon, as it were...."
Raven's smile didn't change, which unnerved Deadpool further. Not even a
brightening in the eyes at his lighthearted banter. "Keep him alive at all costs,
until the deed is done. The courier in Seam is officially sanctioned by the Guild.
You have you orders, fulfill them and you shall be rewarded beyond your wildest
dreams."
Deadpool was once again taken aback by her words; Guild members were paid, but on
salary, not bonuses and certainly not commissions. Their work was for the Crown
alone, and not for hire. He bowed to hide the confusion he was sure stood plainly
evident upon his face. "I live only to serve Ahringol and my King, milady, and you as
his majesty's agent," he replied smoothly.
When he rose from his bow, Raven was gone. A single black feather floated gently
to the floor, but Deadpool himself was gone by the time it touched down. He had a lot
to think about before he found Bullwhip the Pigeon and set out for Seam.
Too many things were changing to quickly for his liking.
DUELMASTER'S COLUMN
Notes from the arena champ.
Aaah! Back on the throne! And with no one from Death Tongue around I might hang
onto it for more than one turn.
Welcome back, General Arizona! Funny how as soon as you show up, somebody dies.
The Setters and I have missed you and The Bandits tremendously. If you're going to
stay, maybe a spotlight is in order? As for the rest of you, the Rend Setters have
regrouped and are ready for war....
Bring it on! You bashers need not apply.
ZCMI, your high flyin' guy
SPY REPORT
Thankyouthankyou. It's great for me, The Unknown Spymaster to be back in
ARDIVENT. Hope you enjoy the show. Oh, who am I kidding? I already got paid! We
now have a new top team for all of you guys to dogpile on. DEATHTONGUE now holds the
crown and they are betting they can keep it. A stormcloud is brewing over the
BLUVALLEY WARRIORS guildhouse. Rumor says any more weeks like this ones 1-3-0 may
send the team to the Dark Arena. FANDILS is no joke as it posted a 4-1-0 week
advancing from 4th place to 3rd place. Hey everybody, watch out for NINE TOEZ
WILLIE, who flew up 29 points in the rankings after mashing ALYSSA BACROF like a
melon. Keep your eye on this guy. Ya know, some days it doesn't pay to walk out on
the sands. BARAK COLLIN was subdued by BLUNK and drops 13 points. Going for the
gusto and coming up with aught but bloody knuckles was ARDIVENT's M. CHARDINEE, who
was turned away from the Duelmastership by ZCMI. Can you believe they are paying me
10 gold to deliver this stuff?
Let's dig a little deeper into what's happening in the ARDIVENT arena. Did you
hear that TOKORI BANDITS was most avoided team this week? Well, knowing the personal
hygiene of TOKORI BANDITS' warriors, I'm not surprised! Okay, so I may not be funny,
but catch REND SETTERS' act in the arena. Those acrobats seem to be fairly deft at
running from TOKORI BANDITS. Well just about everybody wants a piece of DUCK, who
was this week's most challenged warrior. In a mismatch, our friend EARLSON of
FANDILS got heroic notions and challenged NEWSEOUL ADASHI. What did it get him? A
20-11-0 record, that's what. I heard EARLSON laughed all the way to the inn as his
new point total of 95 was posted in the arena. I guess beating NEWSEOUL ADASHI
really pays!
Remember that an arena is not always a safe place to be, but it is one of the
most interesting, though! It's not often when you see a 6-4-1 warrior like ALYSSA
BACROF kick the bucket. I wonder if THE BACROF CLAN will recover from the blow.
Congrats to DUCK for revenging the death of his teammate (but more importantly,
feeding TIN CAN PETE a bit of dirt). Remember: alliances are great, but try and
take your ally in the arena with you and see what happens.
Well, that wasn't too bad; Alarond told me that the people in ARDIVENT have no
sense of humor. Or maybe that they were senseless. Okay, so I may not be the
world's best comedian, but then you guys aren't the world's best warriors. Its been
real, and its been fun, but it hasn't been real fun...-- The Unknown Spymaster
DUELMASTER W L K POINTS TEAM NAME
ZCMI 2864 14 11 1 114 REND SETTERS (262)
CHALLENGER CHAMPIONS W L K POINTS TEAM NAME
-AVENGER 3102 10 9 1 100 ILLUMINATION (135)
BLUNK 3145 14 4 0 99 TOKORI BANDITS (263)
DARK MISTRESS 401 17 15 1 98 INFERNAL LORDS (8)
EARLSON 3119 20 11 0 95 FANDILS (75)
CHAMPIONS W L K POINTS TEAM NAME
-SKATE 2998 16 24 2 90 CIRCLE HUNTERS (282)
-BLADE XORG 2999 20 20 3 89 CIRCLE HUNTERS (282)
NEWSEOUL ADASHI 3083 14 12 3 88 TOKORI BANDITS (263)
-MICKEY 2715 10 5 0 88 ILLUMINATION (135)
SIMON DEATH 2833 17 9 3 86 REND SETTERS (262)
CANTEX 3098 15 7 0 84 FANDILS (75)
BARAK COLLIN 492 15 20 1 81 BLUVALLEY WARRIORS (74)
DUCK 3196 13 3 0 68 DEATHTONGUE (89)
CHALLENGER ADEPTS W L K POINTS TEAM NAME
-NEVIN NOX 3090 14 13 0 66 CIRCLE HUNTERS (282)
-ELYSIA ELIRAE 3002 11 29 0 64 CIRCLE HUNTERS (282)
NINE TOEZ WILLIE 3190 6 6 4 64 TOKORI BANDITS (263)
-IMMERSION STATIC 3232 5 1 2 60 MADE OF TECHNETIUM (305)
CLARA 3080 13 9 1 59 FANDILS (75)
S.T. MICHAELS 3176 12 9 0 59 FANDILS (75)
-ANOMAS 3064 10 5 0 59 ILLUMINATION (135)
TAL 3106 6 1 0 59 WE GOT GAME (289)
-BLIND WILLIE 3166 5 1 0 59 ILLUMINATION (135)
TEASER OF NOD 2747 10 23 0 57 REND SETTERS (262)
ADEPTS W L K POINTS TEAM NAME
-ST. GEORGE 3132 6 0 1 55 ILLUMINATION (135)
-VORTEX BEYOND 3234 3 3 1 52 MADE OF TECHNETIUM (305)
ECO-GUERILLA 3251 5 2 0 41 DEATHTONGUE (89)
WAX 3084 10 7 0 39 REND SETTERS (262)
SMITHERS 3223 6 3 0 36 FANDILS (75)
CAPABLANCA 3105 5 2 0 35 WE GOT GAME (289)
HAMMIR 3213 8 8 0 34 BLUVALLEY WARRIORS (74)
CHALLENGER INITIATES W L K POINTS TEAM NAME
LIMEKILLER 3252 5 2 0 33 DEATHTONGUE (89)
-QUATERMASSPHENOMENA 3233 4 2 0 33 MADE OF TECHNETIUM (305)
KASPAROV 3104 5 2 0 29 WE GOT GAME (289)
8-BALL 996 4 10 0 28 INFERNAL LORDS (8)
MIKE BINKLY 3255 3 3 0 28 DEATHTONGUE (89)
AZGUD 3253 3 3 0 27 INFERNAL LORDS (8)
CHALLENGER INITIATES W L K POINTS TEAM NAME
SKRAWL 3254 2 3 0 25 INFERNAL LORDS (8)
INITIATES W L K POINTS TEAM NAME
TIN CAN PETE 3230 3 3 1 23 TOKORI BANDITS (263)
-MUZAKFORCYBERNETICS 3235 5 1 1 21 MADE OF TECHNETIUM (305)
THE HORNED ONE 3258 1 2 0 21 LORD OF THE HUNT (307)
PAT COLLIN 3246 5 5 0 20 BLUVALLEY WARRIORS (74)
WYANDA 3243 4 7 1 20 BLUVALLEY WARRIORS (74)
JARED BACROF 2989 3 10 0 19 THE BACROF CLAN (280)
WITCH HUNTER 3256 1 2 0 19 REND SETTERS (262)
ALOYSIUS BACROF 2985 2 11 0 17 THE BACROF CLAN (280)
FADE BLACKWAND 3229 3 3 0 16 TOKORI BANDITS (263)
GROUPIE 3263 1 0 0 14 DEATHTONGUE (89)
ALDEN BACROF 3019 2 7 0 13 THE BACROF CLAN (280)
BJORN BACROF 3069 1 2 0 5 THE BACROF CLAN (280)
-BLACK REIN 995 1 1 0 4 INFERNAL LORDS (8)
'-' denotes a warrior who did not fight this turn.
THE DEAD W L K TEAM NAME SLAIN BY TURN Revenge?
ALYSSA BACROF 3009 6 4 1 THE BACROF CLAN 280 NINE TOEZ WILLIE 3190 307
NEWSHOUND 3262 0 1 0 DEATHTONGUE 89 TIN CAN PETE 3230 306 JUST REV
THE GREEN MAN 3259 1 1 0 LORD OF THE HUNT 307 WYANDA 3243 306
PERSONAL ADS
Capablanca -- Well fought. You beat the Smith out of me! -- Smithers
Infernal Lords -- Just because I am female does not mean that I am not skilled and
capable of sending the 8-ball into the corner pocket. -- Clara
Newseoul -- Your defensive skill was awesome. I must salute your fine move. -- Cantex
Barak Collin -- You were not the match I was hoping for. -- Earlson
Anomas -- You were more than I could handle. -- S.T. Michaels
Angel feathers in Ardivent? -- Fandil the Wise (enjoying the storyline immensely)
Vortex Beyond -- Despite the printing, my name is Clara. -- Clara
ZCMI -- Congratulations! May you serve The Red Sands well as Duelmaster. -- Fandil
the Wise
D.I. -- Forgive? The Fandils are honored. -- W.O.F.
Good luck to all Ardiventians in the Halloween Free-For-All. -- Fandil the Wise
The Horned One -- I always enjoy a rematch. I believe my preparations outdid yours,
however. I opened with a less conventional approach, and seemingly caught you
unawares. I'm sure we will meet again. I hope so, as I have an entirely different
method planned for you. -- Kasparov, who always enjoys a good game
Pat Collin -- Whew! You are fast! But you one-trick ponies always miss the point--
it's position, not ferocity, that decides the day. I noticed your weight was a little
too far forward on your lead foot as you were warming up for our match, and it proved
the decisive factor in the match. I can show you how to fix that, if you'd like. --
Tal, not usually a counter-fighter
Smithers -- I'm becoming something of a regular in these Fandils matches, aren't I?
They are always good fights! -- Capablanca
Skrawl -- Now THAT was brave (not to mention stupid). -- Eco-Guerilla
Jared -- Blimey, give it up kid. -- Limekiller
Bjorn -- Hey, thanks for the skills! -- Mike Binkly
Wyanda -- NO CLOTHES!!!! Dear lady, I wear a loincloth when I fight. -- Mike Binkly
Tin Can Pete -- Oh well, prepare to be scummed for a round. -- Technogeek
Ardivent -- Just a quick note to everyone to say that I am limiting my number of
personals in an effort to help RSI save costs in paper and mailing increasingly heavy
envelopes. Just look at these newsletters! They're getting out of control!
Everybody's just writing and chatting and placing ads and carrying on with little
regard to the poor, underpaid, overworked typist who's slowly getting more and more
nearsighted trying to read your scribble. You know RSI has been very good to us by
providing increasingly more entertaining services without raising game costs and we
should show their staff a little more courtesy. One more thing, Simon Death wanted me
to add that it wasn't him that sent a personal ad to himself on turn 304, but someone
who must have mistakenly used his name. We suspect it was a babe with a kiltie...
which narrows it down a bit. Then again, it could have been a mistake made by our
aforementioned overworked typist friend. -- Jimmy "What!? No kills Ardivent?!
C'mon!!" Slayer
Ya know, I don't even know where to begin commenting on this one.... -- Merciless
Typist
Well I, for one, am all choked up by this consideration for us! *grin* -- Ed.
ZCMI -- Wow!! You sure can swing a mean scimitar! -- Dark Mistress
Ed. or Scribe -- How do I go about changing Dark Mistress's gender? -- DeGotti
I've passed your request on to Customer Service. Next turn, Dark Mistress should
really be a mistress. -- Ed.
Smithers -- Why you!!! I oughta.... -- 8-Ball
Technogeek -- You HAVE NO WARRIORS? Then what the HELL have I been losing to the last
several turns? -- DeGotti
Cosmeticians. -- Ed.
Oh BTW, the first Duelmaster of Ardivent, Blackbird of Airborne Attack on turn #2. --
DeGotti
Limekiller -- (indignantly) It takes brains to teach. That lets me out. -- Hammir
Nevin -- Hey, lighten up! Laugh already! We need all the pleasure we can get in this
world, and there's nothing so amusing as a warrior with a drastically losing record.
-- Barak, not too worried about it
Tal -- Hm, you don't have any false squeamishness, do you? Wham, bam, you poke me a
couple of times with that very nasty weapon of yours, and then you're off for a cool
brew while I'm still wondering if my insurance will cover everything. -- Pat
The Green Man -- I was, uh, practicing for the harvest. I'm, um, going to be reaping
wheat...with a scythe, you know? And you being green and all, I just got carried
away. -- Wyanda
Earlson -- I always make it a point to beat tall guys when I get the chance. Nothing
personal, just feeling vertically challenged. -- Barak
Alyssa Bacrof -- I couldn't hit a lady. (sigh) You're so beautiful.... -- Hammir
Cantex -- You are no Flash. (Thank the gods!) -- Adashi
Avenger -- I'm no Flash. You should thank your gods! -- Blonk
Alden Bacrof -- The Clan is very generous. Thanks. -- Willie
Death Tongue -- Sorry. (rattle, rattle) Spare a copper? -- Pete
Witch Hunter -- Knowing Jimmy, you better do something to improve...or else it's the
D.A. -- Fade
W.O.F. -- Luckily, a Flash only comes around every so often. I learn from my losses.
-- Adashi
Fandils & Death Tongue -- It's about time you guys made some room at the top for other
teams. I gotta take advantage before you guys take the top spots again. -- Joe
ZCMI -- A Render at the top again! That's twice. We may be headed along the same
route. A meeting might be unavoidable. -- Adashi
Jimmy -- I'm back. Send me a diplo w/your address and Ph #. We have some planning to
do. -- Joe
P.S. Where are the alliances?
We Got Game & Blue Valley -- Wow! Fortunes change, huh? Enjoy it while it lasts,
'cause I'm back! -- Joe
11 October 1999
All -- Talon Volksie has finally entered the 90's on the verge of the millenium. I
have e-mail. You may email me at TalonVolksie@aol.com. -- Talon V.
Everyone now knows that DM-33 is one of the "Fiercest & Best Free Blades Arena"
around. The Hammer and others have done wonderful things for that arena. With 50 or
so teams, DM-33 is fun, challenging and a joy to play in. However, I am not here to
talk about DM-33. I want to talk to you about DM-43, Veastian.
DM-43 is not a large arena, we have only 8 teams here right now. It is small,
and not the greatest arena around...yet. We need YOU to help make this a great
arena. Since it's so small, this is your chance to get in on the ground floor and
become a cornerstone of this arena. Not many have this chance. DM-33 is great, but
it is crowded. Here in DM-43 you will not be one of the many, you will be one of the
best. For all of you Noblish Island managers, this is your chance to transfer your
team to an arena where you will have an immediate impact on the game. This is an
arena where you can continue to hone your skills and be a contender for the
Duelmastership. Veteran managers...do you want to make Duelmasters the best it can
be? Help newbies and make an arena of your own?
This is a wonderful chance for everyone. For the newer players to make a
serious impact on an arena and veteran players to be a "founder" of an arena.
Managers like Don John, Mutt Lange, The Rake and myself want you to help make DM-43
the best arena out there. We don't want just "anyone" to come here, we want managers
who want to play hard and have fun. If that is you, then come to DM-43, Veastian.
If anyone has any questions at all, please diplo me and I will reply as soon as
possible. Now is your chance, now is the time. DM-43. -- Apollo Maximillious, mgr.
Cult of the Dragon (339), DM-43
All -- By Seefe's name, am I tired of looking at such team names as Inyo Eye and
Eggnog Warriors. Please, in the name of all that is decent on the face of Ghea, give
your teams and fighters APPROPRIATE names!! I know it can be challenging and
demanding to make up TRULY GOOD names like Boneshredders and Aerie Fire, but please,
don't call your guys something that causes me to dirge in disgust!! It really hurts
your (and my) gaming experience when my warriors have to stand against someone named
"Underwear Gnomes". After all, I can come up with ten names like Bust-a-Plumber and
Chococroc in a single minute, but why don't I do it? -- Shadowfire, mgr. of
Dragonslayers (636) in Solven (DM 22)
16 October 1999
To anyone starting a new team -- No good sales pitch or gimmicks (yet). If you're
adding a team, please put it in Jurine, DM-61. We only have one unchartered team and
eight teams total. So why come to Jurine? Simply put; WE ARE BEGGING YOU!!! --
Wardancer, mgr. War Party
LAST WEEK'S FIGHTS
DUCK unbelievably bested TIN CAN PETE in a crowd pleasing 7 minute Bloodfeud fight.
CANTEX lost to DARK MISTRESS in a 1 minute expert's Challenge battle.
EARLSON luckily beat NEWSEOUL ADASHI in a 5 minute expert's Challenge fight.
BLUNK overpowered BARAK COLLIN in a 1 minute one-sided Challenge fight.
TAL devastated WAX in a 1 minute uneven Challenge brawl.
ECO-GUERILLA overpowered 8-BALL in a 1 minute one-sided Challenge struggle.
SMITHERS unbelievably bested MIKE BINKLY in a popular 6 minute Challenge competition.
AZGUD won victory over FADE BLACKWAND in a 2 minute Challenge duel.
SKRAWL vanquished PAT COLLIN in a action packed 1 minute one-sided Challenge duel.
ZCMI vanquished M. CHARDINEE in a exciting 1 minute one-sided Title fight.
SIMON DEATH viciously subdued KHALHUMS DWARF in a exciting 1 minute veteran's bout.
TEASER OF NOD was unbelievably bested by S.T. MICHAELS in a 12 minute conflict.
CAPABLANCA was devastated by CLARA in a 2 minute mismatched bout.
ALYSSA BACROF was easily killed by NINE TOEZ WILLIE in a 1 minute uneven fight.
HAMMIR defeated JARED BACROF in a 2 minute struggle.
LIMEKILLER vanquished WYANDA in a 1 minute one-sided fray.
KASPAROV devastated ALDEN BACROF in a 1 minute mismatched brawl.
ALOYSIUS BACROF was overpowered by WITCH HUNTER in a 1 minute one-sided bout.
BJORN BACROF was overpowered by GROUPIE in a 1 minute one-sided bout.
THE HORNED ONE overpowered TRUSTWORTHY SCRIBE in a 1 minute mismatched conflict.
BATTLE REPORT
MOST POPULAR RECORD DURING THE LAST 10 TURNS
|FIGHTING STYLE FIGHTS FIGHTING STYLE W - L - K PERCENT|
|STRIKING ATTACK 8 TOTAL PARRY 27 - 13 - 0 68 |
|LUNGING ATTACK 6 WALL OF STEEL 17 - 9 - 0 65 |
|SLASHING ATTACK 5 LUNGING ATTACK 39 - 28 - 5 58 |
|BASHING ATTACK 5 STRIKING ATTACK 31 - 27 - 1 53 |
|TOTAL PARRY 4 AIMED BLOW 19 - 18 - 0 51 |
|AIMED BLOW 4 BASHING ATTACK 14 - 17 - 0 45 |
|PARRY-LUNGE 2 SLASHING ATTACK 18 - 24 - 2 43 |
|WALL OF STEEL 2 PARRY-LUNGE 7 - 22 - 0 24 |
|PARRY-RIPOSTE 1 PARRY-RIPOSTE 1 - 4 - 0 20 |
|PARRY-STRIKE 0 PARRY-STRIKE 0 - 2 - 0 0 |
Turn 307 was great if you not so great if you used The fighting styles of the
used the fighting styles: the fighting styles: top eleven warriors are:
TOTAL PARRY 3 - 1 AIMED BLOW 1 - 3 3 LUNGING ATTACK
LUNGING ATTACK 4 - 2 PARRY-STRIKE 0 - 0 3 BASHING ATTACK
SLASHING ATTACK 3 - 2 PARRY-RIPOSTE 0 - 1 2 AIMED BLOW
BASHING ATTACK 3 - 2 1 STRIKING ATTACK
PARRY-LUNGE 1 - 1 1 TOTAL PARRY
STRIKING ATTACK 4 - 4 1 SLASHING ATTACK
WALL OF STEEL 1 - 1
TOP WARRIOR OF EACH STYLE
FIGHTING STYLE WARRIOR W L K PNTS TEAM NAME
STRIKING ATTACK ZCMI 2864 14 11 1 114 REND SETTERS (262)
BASHING ATTACK BLUNK 3145 14 4 0 99 TOKORI BANDITS (263)
TOTAL PARRY EARLSON 3119 20 11 0 95 FANDILS (75)
LUNGING ATTACK NEWSEOUL ADASHI 3083 14 12 3 88 TOKORI BANDITS (263)
SLASHING ATTACK SIMON DEATH 2833 17 9 3 86 REND SETTERS (262)
WALL OF STEEL S.T. MICHAELS 3176 12 9 0 59 FANDILS (75)
AIMED BLOW ECO-GUERILLA 3251 5 2 0 41 DEATHTONGUE (89)
Note: Warriors have a winning record and are an Adept or Above.
The overall popularity leader is BARAK COLLIN 492. The most popular warrior this
turn was MIKE BINKLY 3255. The ten other most popular fighters were TIN CAN PETE
3230, NEWSEOUL ADASHI 3083, HAMMIR 3213, FADE BLACKWAND 3229, SIMON DEATH 2833,
SKRAWL 3254, ZCMI 2864, CLARA 3080, KASPAROV 3104, and DARK MISTRESS 401.
The least popular fighter this week was S.T. MICHAELS 3176. The other ten least
popular fighters were TEASER OF NOD 2747, BJORN BACROF 3069, ALOYSIUS BACROF 2985,
ALDEN BACROF 3019, WYANDA 3243, JARED BACROF 2989, 8-BALL 996, WAX 3084, BARAK COLLIN
492, and NINE TOEZ WILLIE 3190.
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