*Reed mumbles and slowly comes to, staring with horribly blood shot eyes into the woods, he slowly gets up and shuffles over into the wood, mumbling something about taking a wizz and getting some berrys* -- The Hunt for Warpeye

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Subject: *Reed mumbles and slowly comes to, staring with horribly blood shot eyes into the woods, he slowly gets up and shuffles over into the wood, mumbling something about taking a wizz and getting some berrys*

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Date Posted: 17:17:36 09/12/03 Fri
In reply to: Jadris 's message, "Jadris Story" on 15:33:50 09/03/03 Wed

>*Leans back* Okay, my story is one that takes part a
>long time ago on the shores of the mainland. Ah, the
>WEstrn Shores, that was what they were called, just
>south from the mountain of this fire lizard. One time,
>a black ship was spotted off the coast line, and my
>father Thraldune was told to take the women and
>children to the saftey of Redwall Abbey while the
>warriors held them off. Our tribe's warriors were cut
>down easily and the rats caught up to us. My father
>was slain. My mother and the children fell as well, I
>was the only one lucky enough to escape. But I had no
>where to run. I was eventually captured within two
>days or so and taken as galley slave. then, after many
>laborous days of sailing, there was a nasty storm that
>tore our ship to bits. Again, I was the lone surviror
>and I wahed up onto these shores and have been here
>since.
>
>If you ask it of me, I can lead you to the otter tribe!

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Mickle pokes his head out of the cave. yer right, Swift me matey, tis quite pretty...but, fire's so much prettier! pops back into the cave and tends the fire some more.	Mickle	18:19:25 09/12/03 Fri