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Subject: *gives a yell, drawing her sickle and flipping out her hatchet* 'EAD'S UP QMP! SUMMAT'S A'COMIN'! Author: Cateye [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 05:52:58 08/06/01 Mon In reply to: ... 's message, "**A loud crashing noise echoes through the forest**" on 19:35:29 08/05/01 Sun >**Then there is an eerie silence, >perhaps worse than the crashing. The entire forest has >a tense, expectant feeling, as if something, or >somebeast is getting ready to pounce. There is >a murmur...whispering from tree to tree, surrounding >the glade** CHARGE! **A loud, harsh voice rings out >and a group of ill-assorted beasts springs upon the >camp** [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date **There is another harsh yell and a huge, tawny wildcat with bright green eyes drops out of the trees into the clearing. There is an immediate hush from the surrounding invaders and they stop, poised, waiting for some kind of command. The wildcat speaks in a smooth, almost oily voice** So... This is the ragged Quanshaire. **Looks contemptuously at them** It is a shame, really, to kill you. Such **He smirks** fine warriors. But I am afraid That is what your fate is. To die! **Draws out a long, curved blade and holds it at the ready** Who will challenge me while the rest of your miserable band die at the paws of my fighters? I am Grisiga Montaba Gherabago! (NT) Grisiga Montaba Gherabago 08:18:01 08/06/01 Mon