<i>Sali, Sali...</i> Narknon had heard of the place before. Supposedly a great hang-out of all sorts of creatures, usually writhing with activity. Seemed to have died down, by the looks of it. She sent a glance at the two others joining in the conversation, but kept her peace. -- The Salamandastron Dance

[ Show ]

Support VoyForums

[ Shrink ]

VoyForums Announcement: Programming and providing support for this service has been a labor of love since 1997. We are one of the few services online who values our users' privacy, and have never sold your information. We have even fought hard to defend your privacy in legal cases; however, we've done it with almost no financial support -- paying out of pocket to continue providing the service. Due to the issues imposed on us by advertisers, we also stopped hosting most ads on the forums many years ago. We hope you appreciate our efforts.

Show your support by donating any amount. (Note: We are still technically a for-profit company, so your contribution is not tax-deductible.) PayPal Acct: Feedback:

Donate to VoyForums (PayPal):

[ Login ] [ Contact Forum Admin ] [ Main index ] [ Post a new message ] [ Search | Check update time | Archives: 1, 2, 3, 4 ]

Subject: Sali, Sali... Narknon had heard of the place before. Supposedly a great hang-out of all sorts of creatures, usually writhing with activity. Seemed to have died down, by the looks of it. She sent a glance at the two others joining in the conversation, but kept her peace.

Author:
Narknon
[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]
Date Posted: 10:18:33 02/02/05 Wed
In reply to: Wildfire 's message, "Re: A fire colored mouse with silver paws goes over and sits down." on 20:23:50 02/01/05 Tue

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Replies:

Subject Author Date

Sali... *he let the word roll, his accent gone as he imitated some long-forgotten creature* The b'sy o' places once, 'long t'me afore. *He smiled at the mouse, his dark eyes twinkling with an otters playfulness. Deciding, though, he moved around behind the bar* An' wot cin Ah getchya fine lass's tanight? (NT) Rue 15:57:12 02/02/05 Wed

Re: Wild looked at the otter. (NT) -- Wildfire, 20:14:01 02/02/05 Wed

*He looks back at Wildfire* And fer ye'h? (NT) -- Rue, 21:05:16 02/10/05 Thu

Re: *She shrugged* I'll take an ale. (NT) -- Wildfire, 18:21:38 03/01/05 Tue

*he nods and move down, muttering about dust and some beast's torment for bad orginization. He returns with the drink and slides it to her, a small grin on his face* Still th' same a' unc'a Rufe tau't *he shakes his head in wonder* (NT) -- Rue, 15:40:50 03/02/05 Wed

Re: *Wild takes a swig.* And who do you be? (NT) -- Wildfire, 21:46:20 03/02/05 Wed

Rue Warcraft, at yer se'ices *he nods to Wild* And yew? (NT) -- Rue, 21:05:36 03/05/05 Sat

Re: Wildfire, but I go by Wild most o' the time. *her voice had an odd northern/sailor slang to it. Her black coal eyes were calm but still with that urge to fight in it.* Nice ter meetcha. (NT) -- Wildfire, 14:26:31 04/29/05 Fri

*The otter listened to the accent, his mind wandering back to the place of his birth... Fort Ruddler. The Northern Warding. The place that his mother had felt the most at home at. He wondered if she was still alive* And yew. (NT) -- Rue, 23:43:42 04/29/05 Fri

Re: Where'ya from? *she asked while sipping her ale again, softly fingering one of the hilts of her throwing knive.* (NT) -- Wildfire, 18:52:54 06/19/05 Sun