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Subject: (Grumbles* I suck at posting for dear Rage now...*Whine)

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Rage

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Date Posted: 20:52:11 11/30/02 Sat
In reply to: Rage 's message, "- The Pained -" on 11:32:48 11/14/02 Thu

-Fear? Ha! This brute didn't fear beings themselves. It was the future and the past that set this beast at unease. Raistlin was a matter to respect, no matter the hate that some, even he held for the Shadow Lord. Many knew it and he was growing less and less catious about hidding it...would that be his down fall? Possibly-

-Eyes of crimson watch his daughters and his mate. Almost unwillingly he picked up on integrity's thoughts. So he had disappointed yet again, so it seemed his life story. Softly voice of mental is given to one then the other- You shall forever be a main part of me... -And he meant it. Slight curl of lips is given, as Oberon. The brute of ebon' felt slight advantage, if only a moment at the Shadow Lord's discomfort, though his smirk soon faded-

-He heard CS's words and nodded. He had seen the lands himself, there was little to be seen. A few sickly preditars and dying prey. But more discouraging was the fact that few dragons were around. Common Sense was right, they were slowly dying out. Not one side, but all-

-Let's these thoughts pass for now. Swiveling crown to face the newest addition to the gathering as it had now become- "Hello Tarquin..." -He himself finds himself looking for his Queen for surely with such a gathering she would want to be involved in this...wouldn't she-

-Silent Rage-
-Divided We Stand-
-The Confused-

~*RAGE*~

(Congrats on the grade! I get out the 20th of this month...Can't wait)

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Divine
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Date Posted: 12:34:53 12/01/02 Sun

^�^Bittersweet^�^

^�^The shadowess took the Shadow Lord's greeting with a slight pleasure. Her optics turned forth to that of her Uncle Shifter. He spoke of her sister. Her eyes danced at the thought of seeing her family once more, at least one of them before she returned to Everdark.^�^
"Uncle, where did you see Ithil?"
^�^She did not bother for searching his thoughts for her answer, she felt a barrier about himself that hid his mind. Smart thing maybe nowadays with all these. Her face showed no expression as she saw her grandmother's form come forth to the gathering. She had met her only once and for now it would have to stay that way.^�^

^�^Daughter of the Lost^�^
^�^Alone Amidst the Shadows^�^
^�^Bittersweet Divinity^�^