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Date Posted: 14:47:08 03/22/02 Fri
In reply to:
Riasa Lafaryl
's message, "**A look of boredom crosses her features and she lowers the blowpipe, inspecting the dart she had loaded inside it. She gazes around at the other beasts, commenting** What, no more have come to join in the fun? A pity that." on 21:16:05 03/21/02 Thu
>>**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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