Create a New Forum Admin Login Member Login Contribute to Voyager Search VoyForums Help Desk VoyForums Exchange VoyForums Directory/Categories VoyForums Homepage VoyForums News FAQ - Frequently Asked Questions

[ Show ]

Support VoyForums

[ Shrink ]

VoyForums Announcement: Programming and providing support for this service has been a labor of love since 1997. We are one of the few services online who values our users' privacy, and have never sold your information. We have even fought hard to defend your privacy in legal cases; however, we've done it with almost no financial support -- paying out of pocket to continue providing the service. Due to the issues imposed on us by advertisers, we also stopped hosting most ads on the forums many years ago. We hope you appreciate our efforts.

Show your support by donating any amount. (Note: We are still technically a for-profit company, so your contribution is not tax-deductible.) PayPal Acct: Feedback:

Donate to VoyForums (PayPal):

[ Login ] [ Contact Forum Admin ] [ Main index ] [ Post a new message ] [ Search | Check update time | Archives: 1, [2], 3, 4 ]

Subject: The attack begins Author: Talem Baner [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 20:31:13 03/18/02 Mon In reply to: Sirenia Steelgrippe 's message, "**A blood-red feathered arrow hisses through the air, its shaft on fire, and thuds into the tree nearest the leaders, barely missing the nose of Kinnan**" on 19:48:09 03/18/02 Mon Talem jumped back in surprise, hardly expecting Kinnan's warning to play into effect just seconds after explained. It took only a moment to knotch an arrow to his bow, the string loose but pointed forward just in case. The small bankvole knew little of either the Quanshaire mercenaries or the ones of which the lavishly dressed stoat spoke up, but he personally found Kinnan to be much more inviting. Talem did not fired at the stoat, but allowed his good right eye to scan the area around her, searching for any others while he awaited orders from Kinnan. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Replies:

Subject Author Date **The squirrel turns towards the stoat who had just entered, her blowpipe held ready just below her mouth lest she need to use it. She listens to the stoats speech, her eyes moving searchingly around the clearing. Turning her attention back to Sirenia she stares at her as she finishes her piece. So this was the one from another mercenary patrol, she herself hadn't yet had time to get aquainted with those of her patrol and the mention of gold stirred her interest. However the money was not all she was here for, there were things she had to learn and the Quanshire would be able to teach her. Besides, she had just signed up as a mercenary and she refused to reconsider, she had chosen her path for the time being. She remains standing, blowpipe at the ready to see what the stoat will do.** Riasa Lafaryl 20:52:16 03/18/02 Mon