A small elf maiden walks into the rec. cavern. She noticed someone practicing with a sword. She always liked to watch people practice like that. One day she would be old enough to weild a weapon. She had once been taught to throw daggers, but no one knew about that but herself. She sat a short distance away and watched Qu practice. -- Recreational

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Date Posted: 04:57:26 03/19/04 Fri
Author: Mackai
Subject: A small elf maiden walks into the rec. cavern. She noticed someone practicing with a sword. She always liked to watch people practice like that. One day she would be old enough to weild a weapon. She had once been taught to throw daggers, but no one knew about that but herself. She sat a short distance away and watched Qu practice.
In reply to: Quuephe Thundertrom 's message, "walking in to the rec hall, Qu moves toward the practice arenas. Pulling his katanna, Night Watcher, from its scabard, he first cuts the back of his fore are to keep the honor of his blade begins going through motions. He moves slowly at first" on 08:42:57 03/13/04 Sat

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deciding to end his imaginary battle, Qu makes the final, fatal strokes, and stops. "Strange" he thought "I'm usually winded, but I'm not. it must be Her." (ooc now he's starting to sound like Penherst 'Her.... She... and what not' lol) ic: Qu stands still for a moment and thinks about what he had just done in his fighting. (NT) -- Quuephe Thundertrom, 21:18:58 03/19/04 Fri