A black claoked creature walks in, the hood drawn over his features. He is tall and frightening, like the grim reaper himself. He clutches a bow in his gloved paw. "Indeed, rabbit, we shall war." He leaves as quickly as he came, leaving a deafening silence behind him. -- Silverotter Main MB

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Date Posted: 22:17:40 12/30/01 Sun
Author: Messenger
Author Host/IP: h139-142-249-110.gtcust.grouptelecom.net / 139.142.249.110
Subject: A black claoked creature walks in, the hood drawn over his features. He is tall and frightening, like the grim reaper himself. He clutches a bow in his gloved paw. "Indeed, rabbit, we shall war." He leaves as quickly as he came, leaving a deafening silence behind him.
In reply to: Messenger of the Mighty Wrathful One 's message, "An arrow tipped with black feathers whips across the room and buries itself in the wall. There is a scroll impaled on it." on 12:56:52 12/30/01 Sun

>The scroll reads:
>
>"To the creatures of Holt Silverotter...
>
>The Mighty Wrathful One knows of this place and wants
>it. He shall come soon to claim it, but he expects no
>refusal, unless you all want to suffer a most cruel
>fate. Either you give him Holt Silverotter and become
>his loyal servants and slaves, or you will all die."

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*the tall female hare's face turns an angry red for a moment, then she thinks it over, and smiles, she turns to her tribemates, and says,* That just shows what what blinkin' little these attackers know, they can't tell a Salamandastron heritage hare from a simple field rabbit! *Most look upon her in admiration, her hight and strength would frighten amany beasts in itself, and the few that had seen her in battle, look on a great allie, and warshare, she pulls out her dirk and points it in the direction that the beast left and says in a solemn and firm voice,* By the Dirk of my uncle, Rockjaw Grang, I swear I will see this Holt through all oppressors, vermin or otherwise. *she brings the tip to her lips and kisses it, in a solomn ritual passed down through the ages.* I will not forsake my oath, watch over me grandpa. *she whispers* (NT) -- Candy Grang, 08:47:48 12/31/01 Mon
- OOC: by the way, Rockjaw is my Grandfather, NOT MY UNCLE! (NT) -- Candy ooc, 08:49:04 12/31/01 Mon