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Subject: *A black furred ottermaid has her black cloak stuffed in the pack on her back. Her sleeveless black tunic carried her secret weapon inside a pocket and twin daggers hung at her waist.* I'm ready. Author: DW [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 07:49:42 11/18/04 Thu Author Host/IP: cache-dtc-ad02.proxy.aol.com/205.188.116.196 In reply to: Swiftpaw Quickeye 's message, "OOC: ok I'll start. BIC: *The otter stood at the beginning of the desert. He took off his cloak and put it in his pouch, for it would be to hot to wear it.* Never been so far from water Mates!" on 17:57:38 11/11/04 Thu [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date *Shifting the javelin on his back to a more comfortable posisiton he went forward* (NT) Swiftpaw 18:34:15 11/18/04 Thu *follows quickly, checking her weapons one last time also.* (NT) -- Dark Warrioress, 15:21:30 11/22/04 Mon OOC: hey DW? looks like it's jest you an me here. BIC: *the hours pass swiftly as they walk ever farther, into a blinding mirage of heat. At the hottest time of the day, he tells DW to stop and he puts up a small tent with his cloak and some sticks he had found earlier. climbing under it, the otter wiped sweat from his forhead, talking to Areea.* We should rest now and continue at night. I'll keep watch, jest in case.* (NT) -- Swiftpaw, 20:06:24 11/23/04 Tue