It is with great and unending sorrow that I tell you of the demise of Jack Scot's (among many) player. Sid and Scottie and consequently the players met in 1997. It was glorious. I will forever miss her. My heart is breaking.

Be well on your continuing journey, luv. <3 <3 <3

I will forever be more for knowing her.

In Dwarven myth twins are sacred.....

Six-thousand years ago, in the Dwarven nation of Brega, on the world of Relata, the great dwarf King Sulakaaneer's wife became pregnant and his physicians informed him she was carrying twins. The event coincided with the dwarves finally breaking to the surface of their mountain and setting eyes on Relata's twin suns for the first time.

To commemorate the events, the great and mighty Sulakaaneer used his great power to bring down Relata's lesser sun, that his master smiths might harness its power and forge two swords for his heirs. The long-swords were named Day and Break.

He named his son's Brotom and Bretom, the two did many great deeds in their father's name, with their magnificent swords. But on his death, his sons fought over the crown, leading the dwarves to their first and only civil war. The brothers finally agreed that the war was only harming their people and agreed at last to a duel. Both brothers fearing each others strength poisoned their blades in secret. As the duel began they traded blows and superficial wounds, the poisons spread through both their veins, leaving the brothers dead and the bloodline of the ancient kings severed forever.

The other dwarven nobles gathered the two blades, Day and Break, and sealed them in a massive golden coffer, setting it on a high place in their vaults, intended to be a reminder of what happens when blood turns against blood.

Oilamar was a more agreeable steward than most he was left with. Over long drags from a wine skin and spitting foul colored phlegm. He told the most marvelous stories, of the works of the dwarves and the wonders of the vaults. Shortly after noon, is when the war-horn sounded. A great commotion rose through the keep and the word 'orcs!' rang through the halls. Oilamar's wit seemed to return to him all at once, he told the boy to stay hidden, took up his hammer and shield and stormed out of the room. His wits had not seen, to remind him to take his large ring of keys.

After the press of one button, the room was suddenly dark, it was filled with an unnatural cold, as his hands groped out into the darkness, the piles of coin where not there. He slowly made his way to the wall and found his way back to the stairs. The temperature grew colder, the whistle of the wind began to creep into the vault. Where the great doors had stood, he was greeted by broken hinges and snow-chilled air. Night was around him as he emerged, where mighty stone walls had stood there was rubble, choked by weeds.

He was confused, at how such a mighty fortress could be gone in such a short period of time. A smart lad, he immediately thought of the gauntlet. Scared of what power the thing must possess he stripped it off and dropped it to the ground. He looked around and could find no hint of the road which had bore him and his father into the keep, he began heading the direction he reasoned as south. There had been a nearby village and he had hoped it had fared better than the fortress.

The man eyed him wryly "Perhaps you have taken a fever boy." He stirred the contents of the pot- "My stew is almost ready and I'm willing to share a meal and the tale." He motioned him closer. "Take a seat."

Dravius sat on a bare bit of earth, joining the ranger as he took an offered bowl of hearty stew, it had been hours since his last meal or so he thought.

The ranger took a big spoon of his soup and begins.....

He began walking back to the site of Copper Sound, he broke into a sprint, then a full run, fueled by anger at himself he ran until his chest began to heave and he fell over vomiting.

With Copper Sound in sight he continued walking on to the ruins and found the gauntlet laying on the ground where he had dropped it. He donned it, manipulated it as before and nothing happened.

This continued for hours, until the sun rose high into the sky and his mouth burned with thirst. Finally, in a fit of anger he threw it to the ground and screamed.

"Curse the Dwarves, Curse this damned glove and Curse my father for bringing me here!" He drew one of the swords and slammed the blade down onto the gauntlet.

Random Encounters: Prologue: A little over a month ago...Cynthiana had been hired to collect a very valuable piece which was part of an extensive collection of gems. The Cats-eye of Aldune, had been stolen from the Three Daggers guild, it was the half-elve's task to return it. In return she would gain access to services only the guild could provide. On an evening which was cold and snow threatened to blanket the city, Cynthiana found herself dressed in black leather clothing from head to two, even a mask of black

Random Encounters: hid her face. Black leather boots made little noise as she slipped along through the alleyways, taking back roads toward the address she had been given. She stopped once standing in a dark alley between as collection of three storied warehouses, the halfling she had taken the job from had given her specific directions and instructions on where to go and even what door was best to be used. The half-elf would stop and check the pathways, being sure no one was seen she crouched near the doorway and

Random Encounters: listened. She heard no sound, no voices, the door she crouched next to was simple, wooden and could have easily been forgotten or overlooked from the outside. Attention was paid to the door, the latch and the framing, mint green eyes searched for traps, triggers or springs. After a few moments searching, nothing was found, a black leather gloved hand reached and tested the latch, there was a very soft click as the door was opened. Cynthiana crept through, keeping her senses on edge, her eyes

Random Encounters: she knew this group of men would more than likely be celebrating their latest heist and that more than likely the gem she sought was on display to be showed off, where others gathered. This kept her moving toward the stairway leading down. Below there were indeed laughter, drinking and eating, men and women of various races were deep in their cups, inside a makeshift bar which was set up a midst another room of storage crates, boxes and barrels, at the farthest side of the barroom a chair

Random Encounters: made of wood, with elegant carvings and a thick cushioned seat sat, there were cushions around to both sides on the floor and at the very side of the carved wooden chair was a small pedestal, the gem atop it glimmered yellow in the lighting of the bar. Sitting on the chair was a tall elven man wearing fine clothing vests, pants and leather boots, around his neck was a necklace of finely spun gold, he wore other fine things as well, he sat while a human brute of a man stood nearby talking to

Random Encounters: him. Cynthiana had snuck her way down the stairs and ducked behind a set of crates nearby, her mint green eyes took in the scene before her and taking a breath she would stand, hoping the patrons closer to the bar would only see her as one of them, or preferably not see her at all, she attempted to fit in to the small crowds, even taking a seat at the bar, That's when she caught sight of the pedestal and the flickering gem which sat on it, then she saw the elven man on the nice wooden chair and

Random Encounters: the man who stood only feet away from him. She knew that the stone was what she sought, the way it shone in the dimly lit bar, she would lower her eyes away from the men at the chair as the barkeep offered to take her order, she blinked softly, she hadn't considered having to speak or to be asked a question, slowly leather clad hands moved up and pulled the mask down so she could speak, the hood of her cloak was still up, she prayed silently that it shadowed her face enough to keep her features

Random Encounters: chair- "So..boring...I have bedded few of them...because i don't see most of them fit...no wonder we haven't sold them." -he growled at the human- "you need to work harder...whip our stock into shape! Hire men to deal with the Watch..and you better come up with something suitable for stock...soon." -it was a threat, he waved the man away as if he were sick of him...he took a longer drink from the goblet. The human man in black sneered right back at him, he would turn to look out over the

Random Encounters: barroom in thought. Cynthiana had heard far to much, these men were nothing but pigs, they were slavers and merchants, thieves who gave a bad taste in her mouth, but her task was to retrieve the gem and to return it to The Three Daggers guild safely, that was first priority. She knew she couldn't take these two on alone, they had friends, thugs and loyalists within theses very walls, it would be a dumb move to even attempt it. She had inched her way behind the wooden carved chair now,

Random Encounters: crouching down behind the high backed chair she turned so that she was facing the pedestal, there it was before her, the Tiger's eye of Aldune, the gem glimmered as the light hit it and caused a ripple of reflections and refraction around it on the surfaces. She calmed her breathing and slowly rose her hand toward the gem, her arm extending outward, black leather gloved hand opening to be ready. The human man dressed in black, turned to look at the elven man on the chair and his blue eyes went

Random Encounters: wide as he watched the hand reaching up then the arm- "Sir...someones stealing the Eye!" -he alerted the elf. Cynthiana blinked as she looked at the man, she had been caught in the act- ~Oh..hell!~ —hand snatched up the gemstone and quickly pulled her hand back, she pushed to her feet and started back the way she had come quick on her feet, her mind racing with fear, she worked to keep her thoughts straight. The elf stood up once he had seen the hand take the stone from its place,

Random Encounters: man cussing and yelling as he gave chase behind her- "Guards!" -he bellowed and when he thought he was close enough he unfurled his whip which he had taken from the belt and snapped it upwards toward the fleeing female- "Seize her...Damn you all!"

Random Encounters: -the men and women in the bar watched as the woman dressed in black leather ran up the stairs out of the bar, most were already to drunk to respond and sat in stupors or hushed conversations, when the female and the slaver had ran out of sight they went back to their evenings, the elven man sat back on the chair and turned the silver goblet with his fingers, he was waiting, perhaps he had some

hidden faith in his men. The whip had cracked near Cynthiana's cheek and in her quick Random Encounters: movement she ducked away from the stink she felt on her cheek, she would reach the top of the stairway and turn to the left. She found this room darker than it had been when she first came in, someone had turned out half of the overhead lights, but with the aid of her low-light vision she could still make out the crates, barrels and other things in her way, she quickly rounded a stack of crates piled high, hoping to make the man who was chasing her pursuit a bit harder. The slaver in the black

Random Encounters: trench coat came to the top of the stairs and gave chase to the left around crates. Cynthiana made her way across the large room trying not to slow as she worked her way back the way she had come, her goal was to slip back into that other supply room and out that door before the human could realize where she had gone. There was someone the half-elf had forgotten, the man who had been sleeping, who had appeared to be drunk, he was now standing in the doorway she had used to access the hall

Random Encounters: the female slip away, but the grease did its job well and his boots caught in it and pulled him forward and quickly he found himself falling over onto the human who had nearly caught the half-elf. There was a fit from both these men as they flailed and made attempts to get up a few times, the foul language and yells from the slavers lips were in rage. Cynthiana would sneak for the door and make her way out it and down the street quickly, not stopping to realize her cloak was gone. She was headed for safety away from the alleyways in haste, with her prize tucked into her shirt for safe keeping until she could return it to the rightful guild.

Random Encounters: Later, the two men were able to right themselves and the grease had lost its effect, the henchman handed over the cloak and mask to the man in the black trench coat, the slaver returned to the elf. After a heated conversation and argument, and belittling from the elf the slaver was heard telling the elven merchant- "She may be gone...for now...but She and I will cross paths again soon" -it was a promise- -End Prologue-

Cynthiana: -On the night that the half-elf had slipped through the man in the black trench coats fingers, the man had made a vow to cross paths with her again and he was planning to make good on his word. That very night after the gem was stolen and that female had escaped, he had gathered his best men, a group of four including himself; the slaver, a half-orc tracker, and two elves who he knew to be quick on their feet and who had plenty of skills to get things done. The tracker was given the cloak and mask

Cynthiana: and told as much detail as possible as the four sat at a table. in the warehouses empty basement bar room, late that night- "she stands bout this tall" -the man spoke to the three- "..brown hair and I think she is half-elf....has herself pierced up..on her ears...lots of cuffs..oh and mint green eyes" -he grinned- "now boys we want to bring her in a live if we can...and Theros wants that gem if we find it on her" -he looked at the half-orc- "what do ye think...Div'ro...can ye track her."

Cynthiana: see where she gets too?" -the half-orc lifts the cloak up to that nose which seems to have been broken a few times and sniffs the neck of it, feeling the material in his fingers, then the mask is brought up to see what scents are there, his black eyes look at the brute of a human man- "aye it should be easy...Kip.." -he grinned with a nod- "...me and the dogs will sniff her out.." -he glanced over at the elves, then shoved the cloak and the mask into his belt. The two elves listened to every

Cynthiana: word being said and they both sneered at the half-orc with distaste but they were in this for the money and the raise of standing that could be gained with the merchant elf Theros- "aye...well find the girl." -the human in the black trench coat grinned- "good." -he paused to look at the tree of them- "..well get going!" -he shouted- "...the times wasting!" -the three would exit up the stairs and out the main doors into the night. Kiptrin, the slaver would take a long chug of his bottle of drink and sit there a while before exiting the building, he had people to do and things to see, his steps would take him deeper into the warehouse district-

Cynthiana: -the copper dragon raised his head and those stormy grey eyes would glance about as he turned his head, searching a bit before looking toward the half-elf again....Cynthiana looked to the dragon on her stomach on top of the blanket and tilted her head- "..wha' is it Argyle?...i hear' nothin'...ain' nothin' ou' 'ere...not but us 'n' nature" -she yawned softly and looked back up to the sky, she had heard nothing and smoke from the campfire was wafting slightly in the campsite, the wind hadn't even

Cynthiana: been blowing all that bad on the cold night. Argyle settled his head as his eyes looked back to the sky, he seemed to settle down at her reassurances and soon his eyes drooped closed, she would softly start to hum as she exhaled, Cynthiana was in no state to be a forest survivalist tonight, tonight had been relaxing, she was nearly ready to sleep, her stomach full on fire roasted fish-

Cynthiana: -the elf with the bottle heard the signal of a branch breaking and would toss the glass bottle into the campfire at the center of the site, the bottle would shatter and the fire would emit black smoke and a black dust which started to quickly smoother out the flames and cling over the ground like fog-

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Cynthiana: -the elf with the weighted net was prepared and watching the stop of the smoke line and the sky above, when he saw the little dragon emerge from the smoke he threw the net, the weights would open up the net and once one part of the net connected with copper scales the rest of it spun around and the weights would drop with the net over the dragon, the elf would laugh out- "got it boss!...got it ! " -he watched the net fall to the ground with the prize inside-

Cynthiana: -the half-orc tracker had attempted to reach out and grapple her as she ran by but the half-elf had slipped away dodging his attempt, he would growl and reach for his belt, pushing back his cloak he unhooked a set of Boleadora, letting the weights fall, he would step up and swing the weapon, then release it letting it chase through the air toward the half-elf, watching as she ran and the three-weighted capturing weapon flew after her, he was already on the move after her too, as was one of the elves, the other stayed behind and would wait as the smoke started to clear so he could claim the netted dragon-

Cynthiana: -Cynthiana moved quickly, she heard the sound of something swooshing through the air, not daring to look back she ran between two trees attempted to use one of them as a shield but to keep moving as well..but as she moved away from the tree she felt something hit the side of her left calf and then two ropes with heavy ball weights caught around that left leg and the third rope and its weight got caught up somewhere around something behind her; the tree, the third rope had anchored the rest of

Cynthiana: the Boleadoras which had caught her, with her her heart racing and her breathing quickened from running, she was forced into a stand-still, quickly she dropped the backpack and pulled a dagger she had used many times before from her belt, she would start to try to cut the thick ropes that had her around the leg-

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Cynthiana: -the elf would set his foot in the center of her back to hold her there, as he reached down and picked up the leather backpack, he opened the few compartments on the outside searching through them, then he pulled the flap back and put his hand inside, searching through things, he looked up at the half-orc- "..It's not here..Div'ro..the gem is not here" -he closed the pack and shouldered it- "but there's plenty to be...sorted and gone through..should bring good coin" -By then the second elf

Cynthiana: joined them he was holding a thick leather bag tied tightly closed and slung over his shoulder there was a mad growl as the bag was sat on the ground, he had the leather case which the half-orc had brought to the forest with him, both the bag and the case were sat on the ground- "got the other little bundle of joy to be sold off too...sure someone will pay big for a dragon."

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-The trio, the half-orc and two elves, had found that cave in the woods, an old hidden smuggler's route. Down under the ground they would walk, the path would soon led them to a series of tunnels that would lead them back into the city, the half-orc, Div'ro carried the half-elf female over his shoulder as if she were a sack of goods to be traded, a grin on his lips as he moved-

-For what seemed like hours, Cynthiana's mind swam in and out of consciousness, at one point she remembered waking enough to open her eyes, she saw rough stone walls of a cave and felt a rough hand holding her over someones shoulder, she remembered that she was being carried, her body ached from being in the same position for so long, staying quiet, so not to draw attention to herself, she moved her fingers attempting anything she could to help slip from the tightly fitted manacles locked around her wrists, the cuffs had made her wrists raw and sore, it hurt to move them much, after moments she fell back into darkness once again-

-When the half-elf woke it was to the sound of voices, she heard a rough human voice yell with a bit of annoyance- "....You have to rough her up so much Div'ro"!.." -it was a vaguely familiar voice, then she heard the half-orc speak, he wasn't yelling, though his voice seemed annoyed as well, he remained cool in tone- "...not every catch I bring in is going to be undamaged....especially if they are going to fight back" -he chuckled darkly- "but I got her here didn't I"...not like you lot won't rough her up some more...right?" -another dark little chuckle-

-there was a moment or two of silence before the jingle of coins in a pouch could be heard and the human spoke up- "here.....yer pay and more for bringing her back alive and more again for the dragon.....Tell the elves their pay is with Theros..."

-the bag was tossed to the half-orc who caught it. He would snort- "That dragon...should make Theros happy or bring in much coin.....The dogs can find their pay own their own...I'm no milk nurse or messenger boy..." -the sounds of footsteps could be heard approaching the table where she lay, the half-orc paused next to Cynthiana, then gave a grunt- "Kiptrin you know where to find me if you have more work" -he soon exited the through a door which he slammed after going through-

-Cynthiana could feel the cold hard surface beneath her, she had been laid on a wooden table, she could smell the old wood that it was made of, while hearing them talk she did her best not to move, her arms and shoulders ached from the way she was bound, she could feel the metal cuffs digging into her wrists, moving her hands caused a flare of pain, so she ceased that movement, she may have been startled when the door slammed. She felt more of a need to get free and tried to move her legs, her ankles were still bound together by the boleadora, she attempted to move her knees and her feet but could get no use out of them to do her any good, she found how stiff she was and groaned out in pain-

-the human had heard the groans and other little sounds coming from the prisoner, who had been so roughly deposited onto the wooden table. He was a man somewhere in this thirties, wearing black and grey clothes and leather armor beneath a black trench coat. He also wears a thick leather belt which holds a selection of bands, collars and a length of small black metal chain and a couple weapons, He wears black pants and black leather boots as well. He stood from his place at a nearby desk, scooting the chair back across the floor. A dark grin came across his somewhat handsome face, It would have been handsome if not for a long scar from the right brow down over his eye and ending at his jaw. He took slow steps over to the table and would take a handful of the half-elves brown hair into his fist as he pulled her head up and back so she could see him- "Well..well...If it's not the little thief..." -he chuckled as his cold eyes watched her face- "and without the trinket she stole.." -he tsked at her-

-He was called Kiptrin, she had heard Div'ro, the half-orc call him by name, she took it to memory as he pulled her hair and forced her head up, those mint green eyes flickered with hate as she looked up at him a low growl came from her lips- "...th' gem be back wit' it's right'ful owners....yer noth'n but scum on m' boot" -she spat up at his face as she tried to pull away from his grasp, wanting nothing to do with him, she tried again to pull her hands through the tight metal cuffs or get her legs loose from the ropes-

-watching her test the cuffs and ropes that bound her, he found it comical, his laughter rang through the room, a deep laughter aimed at her and the words she had spewed. His free hand coming up to wipe her spit from his left cheek, then he took a tighter hold on her hair and yanked her head closer to his face with that other hand- "oh we have a fiesty one here.....now do we".....well ye'll learn your place soon enough.." -he brought a hand up and while he had her hair tight in his grasp, he backhanded her hard and then tightened his grasp again as he forced her to look at him-

-Cynthiana could smell his breath, she struggled to get away from his grasp on her hair to no avail and grunted when she had been struck. The slap had caused her face to sting and she could feel just where his hand had landed, she looked up at him with a sneer on her now cracked and bleeding lips, when he forced her to look his way-

-the man spoke roughly- "..Let me...lay down the basics for you..half-elf!" -he growled- "...you lost my boss the Catseye of Aldune....yes a pity.." -he swallowed as the grin returned to his lips- "...but now Theros will have his...'merchandise'.....a fine sell you will make...along with that copper dragon." -his free hand would move to her cheek to caress there, it would have been a gentle touch, but he'd let it glide down her neck to her now filthy shirt and fingers stopped just at the neckline there he'd drop his grasp on her hair, letting her head fall as he stepped away from the table. the man moved over to a nearby shelf, picking up another set of chains, which rattled as they hung and swayed once they were taken from their resting place-

-hearing his words she remained quiet, hate boiling through her. She was no prize to be sold, nor was Argyle, her thoughts went to the copper dragon now, wondering where he was...what these vile apes had done with him. She felt his rough hand on her cheek, Soon she was free of his grasp and laid her head on the table top, a frown on her lips once the man could no longer see her face, somewhat thankful for the coolness of the wooden tabletop, she listened to the rattling of chains nearby, her mind filled with thoughts of what was to come and how she was going to make her escape as she closed her eyes and waited-