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Subject: **A compactly built hare with mottled brown and white fur strides into the clearing beside Shaerak. She is young, but obviously pretty well travelled. She gazes for a moment at the group they are attacking and shakes her head** Poor little blightahs, wot? Don't even know wot they're jolly well gettin' into, do they, Shaerak m'lad? **She laughs and pulls out her bow, fitting an arrow to the string and aiming at a nearby beast** Watch this, mate! Author: Cordessa [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 08:26:58 03/23/02 Sat In reply to: Shaerak 's message, "**The undergrowth russles**" on 08:16:11 03/23/02 Sat [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date "I wouldn't if'n I was ye, longears." A short bankvole stood staring darkly at the hare with an arrow in his bow, having left the main fighting. A leather brown patch covered his left eye and a blue cap sat atop his head, a dark gray cloak concealing all beneath it save for the glint of a short sword and dagger. "An' I b'lieve tis yerselves that don't know what yer gettin' into, yer the ones attackin'." The bankvole suddenly whistled loudly through his front teeth. "Oi Zukki, c'mon wherever y'be! Tis two beasts fer the likes of us!" (NT) Talem Baner 08:58:11 03/23/02 Sat