| Subject: **She inwardly curses as other beasts begin to enter the clearing, this could prove to be very tiresome indeed.** I believe that few would go with you, Sirenia. I myself am not inclined to the horde mentality, I find that gold is often promised yet rarely delivered. Who would wish to become but an unknown face in a mindless mob? Those who live off of others reputations do not overly impress me or win my respect. I stand with the Quanshaire. |
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Riasa Lafaryl
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Date Posted: 21:18:06 03/19/02 Tue
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
>**The foliage rustles from whence
>the arrow came, and a female stoat emerges, holding a
>finely-crafted yew bow. Tall and finely shaped, she
>wears a loose white blouse, tight black breeches and
>leather boots, and a heavily gold-embroidered scarlet
>tunic. Her white fur is immaculate, as is the ebony
>hair that flows down her back. Her face is beautiful
>and finely-chisled, but haughty; and steel gray eyes
>framed by long eyelashes sweep the clearing
>disdainfully. The eyes land on Kinnan and Favre, and
>finally Astri, wounded on the ground. Her full,
>crimson lips curl into a cruel smile.**
>
>So, we meet the "Quanshaire Mercenary Patrol" once
>again. **Her voice is sonorous and melodious,
>positively music to the ears...almost hypnotizing.
>The sharp steel eyes pass from leader to leader as she
>greets them by name.**
>
>Hello, "Sir" Ulfe. Found a lady friend yet? No?
>What a shame... **She smirks again** And I'm glad to
>see you in such good health, Astriana dear. **The
>smirk grows wider, and her eyes land on Favre. They
>positively light up with sadistic delight** Favre
>Pinesword, what a coincidence! I seem to have with me
>an old friend of yours...you simply must become
>reacquainted later. **She laughs wickedly, a
>beautiful yet inherently terrifying sound.**
>
>**But as she finishes her visual inspection of the
>clearing, a perfect eyebrow arches delicately** But
>you seem to be missing half of your leaders...what of
>the fox, Tatanshan? Did he finally decide that you
>weren't worth the trouble? And that mildewed otter,
>Casey? Off exploring a tributary, no doubt. And
>Evyce...ah, Evyce, I've missed her so. **This last
>comment fairly drips with sarcasm. Her steel eyes now
>sparkling with triumph, she continues.** Indeed, I
>have brought more than enough.
>
>**Her voice strengthens, ringing through the silence
>of the clearing with a smooth, honeyed sound of
>persuasion.** Hear me, mercenaries! I am Sirenia
>Steelgrippe, sister's-daughter of the mighty and
>infamous Sirhc, chief of the most powerful mercenary
>horde of all time! Nothing awaits you with this weak,
>motley little band--only ruin, debt, and death! These
>pathetic, outcast, beasts whom you call "leaders" are
>merely the thinnings of his skilled soldiers--and yet
>you learn from them? Imagine what you could
>become learning from the powerful Sirhc's own niece,
>who has learned everything he had to teach!
>color=gold>Gold, my
>friends, gold, riches, and success lie with the path
>upon which I tread--and only starvation, ruin, and
>destruction lie upon their's. Choose wisely,
>mercenaries. Which will it be?
>**A finely crafted rapier whistles out of its richly
>adorned scabbard, and the point gleams brightly in the
>firelight--a signal.**
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