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Subject: Drawing to a close... Author: Kinnan Ulfe [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 07:36:24 08/17/01 Fri **Caught off guard by the wildcat's sudden attack, Kinnan catches the sword-blow to his chest full-force. The blade does not pierce his jerkin thanks to a chain-mail coat he wears beneath it, but he is badly bruised and breathing is painful. He lowers his broadsword and leans heavily on it. His dark eyes rove over the battles being played out around him, and his gaze rests on Favre standing over Grisiga. He looks at Tarriana with a sudden pity and speaks, though with slight difficulty** My fight with you is through, Tarriana. Your father calls you. He has need of you. If it be your fate to become the leader of this rag-tag group you have had the cheek to attack us with, I would urge you to think very hard about what path you will all take. **Sighs and coughs** A good leader knows when it is time to withdraw. Half of your beasts have fallen, and the others soon will. Do you want to be the only one left alive? **Glances towards Astri, hoping she will dispatch the weasel soon so she can attend to his wound** [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date **Looks up at the wolf and winces. He slups against a tree, waiting for his daughter to approach** Tarri... Tarri, come to me.... **He sighs and his eyes close. He breath is coming in short gasps, and he is clutching his chest** (NT) Grisiga Montaba Gherabago 09:42:15 08/21/01 Tue