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Subject: Collision

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Tiani

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Date Posted: 10/28/04 3:46:12pm Thu
In reply to: Johan 's message, "loving husband" on 10/27/04 8:33:16pm Wed

Tiani literally flew into Johan as he went to leave, smacking her head against his hard and momentarily rendered breathless.

"What the hell?" She unfolded herself from the crumbpled heap she had become on the ground, fiery wings sorting themselves out and folding along her back. "Where's mom? What did those damn bird things want from her now?"

She was not afraid her mother was hurt, she was afraid that those Ty'frr things had been asking her to play sacrificial lamb again. And that her mother had done it.

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Dwarven plate echoed down the hallways and the three saboteurs skidded to a stop, soft leather making no noise until the sounds of two voices lilted out their melodic spell. A soft gleam of greenish light and the two who had murmered were gone, taken far away and leaving their companion to what fate had brought him. The assassin vine had taken the other of that pair and the final fifth of their small party had been lost in a small skirmish that they had been unable to avoid.

If fate was a kind mistress, he would die swiftly in battle, taken by honor.

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