| Subject: *personally agreeing with Aya, the small vixen snatches herself a mug of ale and retreats to her watch tree, sipping it* |
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Cateye
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Date Posted: 10:50:37 09/02/01 Sun
In reply to:
Kinnan Ulfe
's message, "Feast..." on 12:49:33 08/31/01 Fri
>OOC: Okay, I'm going to take some
>liberties b/c I'm a leader-type and can do that, as
>there seems to be a general lack of activity all of a
>sudden. I'm making the feast appear out of nowhere, so
>let's all just assume we broke out the provisions. If
>anyone has a real desire to cook something, feel free,
>but for the rest of us, we can go ahead and get
>started!
>
>BIC: **Crosses his arms, gazing at the troops around
>him, pride gleaming in his eyes. He turns to Favre
>with a look that clearly says he is going to have his
>way no matter what, and speaks so that all can hear
>his deep, rumbling voice** I am hearby issuing the
>order that the casks are to be opened and the best of
>everything brought out. Drinks, cheeses (we got those
>from a raid several months ago, and they are fabulous,
>let me tell you!), breads, fish if anybeast can catch
>them quickly, anything you think you might want!
>**Motions to the larger store-tent where there is a
>sudden flurry of activity as beasts hurry to bring out
>everything and lay it all out on a tent that has been
>laid on the ground to serve as a dort of picnic
>blanket. Kinnan takes one of his over-sized goblets,
>fills it with his own string wine, and raises it above
>his head** Here's to Quanshaire, the best bloody Merc
>patrol there is! **Drains his goblet and wipes the
>wine off his lips with the back of his paw**
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