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Date Posted: 17:49:48 11/06/01 Tue
Author: Bren the Raven
Subject: VITH! (Get ready for campfire tales. Oh, I was really bored when I rote this so it's sort of long.)
In reply to: Besnell 's message, "AHH!" on 16:13:44 11/06/01 Tue

**Ah, vith!** Bren yelled. She lost her ballance she fell from the boom. She regained sanity for just lond enough to grape a piece of loose rigging. She hung from the rope with one hand and with the other tied a loop around her foot so she could put her weight off her upper body. **Rayne and Gener. Shut up! Get controle over your minds or I'll be forced to blow them up, literally. Get it.** The loop around her foot slipped and she started falling again. This time she called a levatation spell but it practically drained her of her magic and started tapping into her life force. She lost controle of the levatation spell and the illusion spell she had had on for the whole voyage. Bren fell the last ten feet to the deck. The illusion had been hiding her clothing, which was scant, tatoos, and a ring on her hand. She was in traditional forest elven garb made of a water proof leather(OCC::Remeber, we are in a fantasy world. water proof leather is allowed.). All it was was a shotened pair of pants where the leg ended at mid thigh leven and a top that left most of her stomach exposed and was held up by one stap over her shoulder. She wore small ancle boots to cover her feat. Tatoos decorated her shoulderblades, stomach, lower back, and upper arm. The one on her stomach was a triforce that surrounded her naval,(OCC::Like the one on my corsette, guys)on one of her shoulderblades was a raen, of course, and on the other was a fox. Her lower back was covered in a circular design and on her upper arm was a feather. A thick silver band adorned the ring finger on her left hand. **I never could get it off.** she murmmered. She ran bellow decks and found a large tigress ontop of a wolf. **Shit, that's right. Lanski bit him! Fuck!** She put mental dampers on their minds. She went topside again and said to Tationa, **You contole them your gone. And if you do that odd mist thing I'm shoving you into a bottle.** She walked off, talking to herself in a mix of common, forest elven, and drow, trying to figure out what to do with all these people with all these problems. Then it hit. Not have any magic left and not in the mood for fainting for using her life force Bren yelled. **Everybady get your asses up here now. I don't care if your in the middle of killing someone, Gener! It's time to spill all. I'm sick of haveing to deal with depressed of raving crew members because I have no damned fucking idea what has happened to them in the past. Lets go!!!**

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