(OOC: Well, Rudd's sort of disappeared, see. Dunno where he's gone to... And now it seems that there are only a couple of us left here now. Oh well, I'll try to move the quest along.) BIC: *Swift and Warpeye meet and disregard blades as they start pummeling each other and biting and such. They roll around in the sand, blood flecks and dust flying up into the air as they rip into each other.* -- The Hunt for Warpeye

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Subject	Author	Date
An old, frail looking, iguana climbs up onto a large rock at the centre of the battle. He's got a large staff that he keeps swinging this way and that as he screeches out jibberish. BARNACALADEE! Jimber Jamber Jumber!! Hyapniod!! He continues to screech and holler and swing about his staff. (NT)	Strange, old iguana	17:31:55 01/19/04 Mon
Rudd stops slashing a particularly large rat and stares at the iguana. The rat lets out a sigh and falls over, out cold. What's that crazy old fart up to? (NT) -- Rudd, 17:40:21 01/19/04 Mon