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Subject: A lady riding a silver mare canters in, followed by 8 knights. She rides a silver mare and her knights ride black and white steeds, all powerful looking. The men knights dismount and help the ladies from their steeds. The lead Lady, Shanteral, is helped of by Sir Guillaume. She smiles at him, blue eyes twinkling, the bit of hair hanging from her bun swaying."Come, Guillaume. A dance?" ...>>> Author: Lady Shanteral and Her Knights [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 22:06:53 04/15/01 Sun They take up hands, the young man making Shana laugh good-naturedly. Her knights though, stand apart, talking amongst themselves and watching the sky. it is a good place of ambush. They talk in quiet voices, and do not join in on the fun. They mean no harm to their lady, only protection for her. they do their jobs with willing and grateful hearts. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date There is a flash of a black shadow and a black dragon swings across the moon. Black eyes are illuminated in the moon's milky rays and he swoops gliding. He turns and seems to dash away across the sky, leaving as quickly as he came. (NT) A Spy Dragon 22:28:50 04/15/01 Sun Guillaume and Shana break apart, Shana's hand flies to her sword hilt. Guillaume draws out his sword and the other knights leap forward towards Shana. "Nay, good knights. Kemtual has sent Nasd the Spy." She sighs sliding her sword back into its scabbard. "So, it is complete." She sighs, blue eyes becoming sad. (NT) -- Lady Shanteral and Her Knights, 08:36:08 04/16/01 Mon The knight watches from the tree, frowning as the black shadow of a dragon disappears. She slips over to stand near the knights, nodding. "This is too risky. I am sorry I suggested it...Forgive me, I am Mabellina...Mabe will do..." Worried eyes glance to the skies, scanning for danger. A slender hand is placed at te hilt of her sword... (NT) Mabellina 08:34:02 04/16/01 Mon She turns, seeing her friend. "Mabe!" she cries." What is it that you need to tell me? Quick, in here!" she pulls her friend inside a tent. "What is it dear friend? Kemtual has summoned his followers, I felt their prescence enter this kingdom. There are two whom I believe I shall spare. Inside they are truly good, but I shall kill Kemtual and Jak, whom betrayed me. he used to be my gaurdian and mentor." Her blue eyes are hard, but they soften when they look upon Mabe.>>> -- Shana, 08:46:04 04/16/01 Mon The red tartaned woman gallops up and sees the knights. She squeezes through them and into the tent."Shanteral, me sword is yer sword! I'll fight with ye!" She holds out the Claymore. (NT) -- Siobhan Macrae, 09:43:43 04/16/01 Mon The red tartaned woman gallops up and sees the knights. She squeezes through them and into the tent. Shanteral, me sword is yer sword! I'll fight with ye! She holds out the Claymore. (NT) -- Siobhan Macrae, 09:45:28 04/16/01 Mon