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Date Posted: 14:18:55 07/03/04 Sat
Author: Jara
Subject: *Jara looked around, the hair on her nape standing straight. Something was coming, she knew that. "Wraithe," she said, "Be alert."*
In reply to: The Trackers 's message, "*Crouching silently near the doorway, the hunched figure waved silently at a clump of trees inside the gates. About a score of hooded figures emerge from the shadows and glide silently towards the tavern doors- Trackers, every single one of them. Feran, the leader, nods approvingly to Molan as he silently draws his weapon, a viscious-looking katana.* "Well, Wraithe, your time has come. Let's hope you come quietly- we'd hate to cause a scene." he thought.*" on 13:49:27 07/03/04 Sat

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*Wraithe froze, her eyes flicking over to the door. Every muscle in her body was tense, every sense on full alert. She scented the air, and groaned as she caught an all-too-familiar smell: frost, pine needles...and death. The oder of the Trackers.* "They're here, Jara." *She shivered.* "The Trackers are here." (NT) -- Wraithe Quicksilver, 14:53:51 07/03/04 Sat
- *The leader of the Trackers looked around the doorframe, unseen by anyone. As he watched the two she-wolves, a flicker of what might have been sadness passed across his face. The Wraithe was a fine creature...he almost wished he didn't have to do this to her. Almost.* "Molan, take half of the group and cover any other exits. The rest of you will stay with me. We'll be moving in shortly." (NT) -- The Trackers, 16:51:24 07/03/04 Sat

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