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Subject: *Valenze finally shuffles into the alley, his axe still slung over his shoulder.* Wot's theh plan?

Author: Valenze

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 09:12:31 07/02/04 Fri In reply to: Swift 's message, "Okay then! Sorry about the delay!" on 23:35:24 04/03/04 Sat >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.* [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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*Dirmby sighs.* Never mind, I'll do it! *And seconds later, he's a speedy little clip-clopping blur as his clogs pound the ground while he runs at high speed. A few minutes later he comes back with a pink garment wrapped a couple of times around his middle. He grins as he unwinds it into a pretty dress.* Well mates? Think he can pull off lady ferret type? *And with that, he begins cramming the dress over Fik's head. He speaks with ill concealed glee as he forces the garment down.* Don't struggle, mate! Ye'll ruin the dress and then not only will we all be mad that ye failed at getting us in, but Miss Thistle there'll be double-mad because ye ruined her dress! (NT)	Dirmby	21:49:57 07/02/04 Fri