*she giggles slightly and sends her newly stregthened healing into them until they grow a dull gold* Proceed at will, Black One. *she chuckles again, then trots away, bowing in the presense of the powerful storm before exploring the results of the excess magic. She is most curious about Secret Haven* -- Mythical Main Message Board

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*she giggles slightly and sends her newly stregthened healing into them until they grow a dull gold* Proceed at will, Black One. *she chuckles again, then trots away, bowing in the presense of the powerful storm before exploring the results of the excess magic. She is most curious about Secret Haven*

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Date Posted: 18:38:59 03/29/01 Thu
In reply to: Malussinn 's message, "Stirring from his light sleep, he nods." on 18:10:23 03/29/01 Thu

>Slowly, a blanket of water appears above the heads of
>the sleepers, each one having their own separate one.
>A chuckle escapes Malussinn, getting ready to enjoy
>the reactions.
>
>The "blankets" of water thicken, until each is a two
>inch puddle of dark blue, freezing, awakening tool.
>They quiver with Malussinn's amusement, waiting for a
>sign from DOL.

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His red eyes pulse with wickedness, as he slowly raises one hoof.	Malussinn	09:47:09 03/30/01 Fri