*Valenze remorsefully sets his axe behind the bush, then straightens up. He makes his way toward the door, and looks irritated when Gorgin stops him.* Wot d'ye thank ye beh doin', ferret?! D'ye nah know 'oo Ah em? Ah'm the Great Valenze Quickbrush, rulah o' theh Nor' lands! Naw move yerself behfah Ah move ye! -- The Hunt for Warpeye

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Subject: *Valenze remorsefully sets his axe behind the bush, then straightens up. He makes his way toward the door, and looks irritated when Gorgin stops him.* Wot d'ye thank ye beh doin', ferret?! D'ye nah know 'oo Ah em? Ah'm the Great Valenze Quickbrush, rulah o' theh Nor' lands! Naw move yerself behfah Ah move ye!

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Date Posted: 19:13:00 07/19/04 Mon
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.*

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*Thistle waits a bit, then smartly whisks up to Gorgin* Madame Longfaith here, good day. I can assure you I'm on the list...oh...yes, right there, see?...Very good. *she draws her mousey self up regally and flounces in* (NT) Madame Longfaith 10:44:47 07/20/04 Tue

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Thistle waits a bit, then smartly whisks up to Gorgin Madame Longfaith here, good day. I can assure you I'm on the list...oh...yes, right there, see?...Very good. she draws her mousey self up regally and flounces in (NT)	Madame Longfaith	10:44:47 07/20/04 Tue