OOC: Thanks a bunch Mick! BIC: *Rudd comes flying down the stairs with his bag of purchased stuff. Noticing the others following the mouse out back he runs after them, hollering like mad.* Outta my way you fools! We've gotta get outta here! Large, bag weilding otters first, followed by women and children! Outta my way I say! -- The Hunt for Warpeye

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Subject: OOC: Thanks a bunch Mick! BIC: *Rudd comes flying down the stairs with his bag of purchased stuff. Noticing the others following the mouse out back he runs after them, hollering like mad.* Outta my way you fools! We've gotta get outta here! Large, bag weilding otters first, followed by women and children! Outta my way I say!

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Date Posted: 16:05:14 05/12/04 Wed
In reply to: Mickle 's message, "ooc: http://www.voy.com/151033/pub/login.html there you go, Rudd...I was on, and had a bit o' time to give ye this!" on 21:10:33 05/11/04 Tue

>>OOC: Rudd, erm... I had no contact with him for a
>>bit. But I finally did, and we're skipping ahead now.
>> We've arrived at a port town called Filsayesk. So,
>>kick back and let's get back to RPing.
>>
>>BIC: *The ship hoves into port, and Swift bounds
>>forward onto the boardwalk. A prim looking weasel
>>strolls up and demands a toll for docking the boat.
>>Swift pays easily, and grins at the crew.*
>>
>>Right mates, let's get her tied down and all and head
>>us into a pub and get some food, sleep, and
>>information.
>>
>>*With that, he begins roping up the sails and tying
>>various ropes and lowering the anchor and things of
>>that sort.*

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