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Subject: **Mickle dips a towel into cool water and begins to mop harebell's brow.** shoot! I wish I could do more...wait a minute! I can go get Swift! I'm sure he knows something! Hold on harebell! **Mickle dashes off, shouting for Swift as he runs** Author: Mickle [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 18:40:00 05/29/03 Thu Author Host/IP: BV2-24.207.199.63.charter-stl.com/24.207.199.63 In reply to: Swiftstream Brooktail 's message, "Abbey Defenders, the Continuation to the Never Ending Saga" on 18:30:19 05/27/03 Tue >Okay, it was getting long, and sitting at the bottom. >Time to start anew. > >*Swift grins at Rudd.* Y'know, mate, yore righ'! Bu' >we still gotta do summat. Let's go sit us on th' >walls an' such. I wanna see if'n I c'n find me >longbow... Still got me quiver, but no bow... [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date *Swift crouches on a battlement, shielding his eyes and gazing out west into the sun. He's just about to reach into his haversack for a drink, when he hears Mickle shouting. As he turns around, an arrow flies out of the bushes nearby and smashes into his shoulder, right into his previous wound. He tumbles down the wallsteps, landing in a jumble at the bottom, as loud cries can be heard from the bushes.* We gorrim! Der biggin' Otter'n! (NT) Swiftstream Brooktail 19:35:50 05/29/03 Thu