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Date Posted: 21:20:16 09/27/03 Sat
Author: Unami
Subject: *Unami walks up, grinning as he twirls his twin kodachi (extremely short katanas).* Hiya, Mick! You weren't plannin on leavin me behind, were you?
In reply to: Demonclaw 's message, "*a nervous looking rat steps into the hall, then begins to shout out to all within the Social Hall.*" on 20:56:22 09/25/03 Thu

>I, the messenger for Demonclaw, do hereby make this
>proclamation:
>
>Mickle Swiftstrike has been challenged to another
>battle by his mightiness, Lord Demonclaw. He also
>extends the same invitation to any whom might consider
>themselves brave enough to join the hunt.
>
>
>*winces at the gathering crowd.* oi! don't attack me!
>I was just paid to deliver this message...Don't kill
>the messenger!

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  • **Sandi's ears droop at Mickle's statement, and then she grins and disappears. Appering a few moments later, she is carrying a ridiculously huge haversack on her pack, filled to the brim with odd things that look suspiciously like food. Tripping over her feet and landing on her face, she manages** Dere. So's gosh me own furd! ((There. so I got my own food!))**After being helped up by Brockrose, she ventures a question** Er, you're a great, strappin' badgermaid, ya bally well know. No chance you'd like t' jolly well help me carry this blinkin' scoffbag, wot? BROCKROSE: Nope. Not a chance. (NT) -- Sandella Larkspring Tillnerio & Brockrose Redstripe, 14:30:43 09/28/03 Sun
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