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Date Posted: 09:48:34 09/28/03 Sun
Author: Ezran Varthia
Subject: *Ezran sniffs daintily at Swift.* Yon buffoon be the pinnacle of clumsiness, methinks. *He looks at Mickle and Slitty.* Mine job is done here. I hath bore witness to that which never in mine wildest dreams took place, and delivered the necklaces... I must make journey away, so I bid you all fond farewell. *With a fancy bow, he readjusts the claw on his arm and walks primly off.*
In reply to: Rose Firedancer Treefwirl 's message, " *The creature throaws off her Cloak of Shadow and reveals herself*((OOC: I thought the wedding post was gettin' long, so I started a new one.))" on 16:08:08 09/27/03 Sat


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  • *Beletrand has gone into one of his paranoid phases. He moves about in a crouch, grumbling and whacking about with his pace stick. He bumps into Mickle and is ripped from his reverie.* H'Oh, hallo thah young Mickle type! H'I, h'erm... No gift. H'I wasn't h'invited, see... H'I just thought you'd need h'a guard for the ceremony... But, h'ah... *He fumbles around and pulls out two halves of a medal. The medal, to those who examine it closely, is from the Battle of the Deep which took place one hundred seasons before the present. However, Beletrand grins fondly.* Yes, General Maltrose h'awahded that to me foah heroism h'in the Battle h'of the Deep. H'It's the h'only medal h'I have... H'and h'it's broken... So, you two can keep the two blinkin' halves h'and h'always have something to remembah the othah by, wotwotwotwotwotwot. *With that, he leaps at the nearby wall and begins punching it, screaming about beasts in the walls.* (NT) -- "Colonel" Beletrand Bogglescut Witfoorish Mortinga Redastan Bathalmus Contingus Delemeter Broadpaw Buggletrop Sassafrass Jobingrand the III, 09:59:30 09/28/03 Sun
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