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Subject: Growing Impatience

Author:
Bob

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Date Posted: 03:19:55 09/14/02 Sat
In reply to: . o b l a t i o n . 's message, ". im gonna spark some life into this joint . - ALL -" on 11:26:09 09/08/02 Sun

His eyes, in contrast to the theatrical ice of the resurrection-obsessed DT's, he forces to be friendly and genial, kind in this hotbed of anger and rage. But he cannot hold the sheer immense irritation out of his voice, and it comes across bright and clear as he speaks in his usual quiet, unimposing way.

"Dark Tiger, what you propose is not only vile but extremely impractical. Even if we wanted to, as I have repeated so many times it begins to sound stale even in my ears, we don't have the numbers. We don't have the training. And we need a plan, for heaven's sake! It's all well and good to say, 'Oh, yes, kill 'em all!' but if we don't do it cleverly it will be us who shall be massacred."

His cool, tempered gaze turns to reflect the elderly jade, his empathic instincts feeling her torment and shuddering slightly. "Ezmerelda... your plan is an excellent one. It would drive the adults insane- but I think the keystone would be one particular aspect. Once we have the draclings... we must be extraordinarily nice to them. Make them like us, make them question why they were brought up to detest us so. Tell them that we have come to rescue them from their bloodthirsty kin... who even at that moment would almost certainly be foaming at the mouth to kill us."

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[> Subject: + Evil One +

Author:
Raistlin
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Date Posted: 07:46:17 09/14/02 Sat

+_+_+

+ Shaking his head, he knew it would not work +
+ It had been tried before, and it failed +
+ Glancing at Bob with cold, emotionless eyes +

It had already been tried, and it did not work. The Lights already suspect us... There is no way they would let their wyrmlings wander without them. It will not work

+ There was no possible way +
+ All the wyrmlings would be with their rediculis Light wyrms +
+ It was common sense, technically +
+ Glancing to Ezzy, he smiled +

If anything, let us begin the training. I will train both physically and mentally. Who ever wishes to train with me better make it stated...

+ Sneering, his gaze looks to Bob +
+ The amethyst also needed to be trained +

As the Dark ruler at the moment, maybe you should join me, Bob. Be the example for them all

+ Smirk crossed his face +
+ It was time +

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[> [> Subject: - Silent Rage -

Author:
RAGE
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Date Posted: 12:12:53 09/14/02 Sat

*Strangely enough the sable shadower's thoughts are not lost on him. Was the shadower allowing his thoughts to be heard or was Rage, just growing in his mind controlling powers? Time would tell that but for now. He knew that he was in trouble. Though a dark at heart and always one. The look sent him by Raistlin, told him that he was no longer welcome. Snorting audibly he turned to look for B&C or even her mate Oberon, but neither showed. Massive crown is shook as he looked to the sky, that would soon be clouded with clashing bodies and souls if this was not played out right, but how was he to help, when none, not even his own broad trusted him*