<font color=olive>*Shrugs, shouldering a quiver of arrows she had left on the coat rack with her shortbow* Some fellows are after Wraithe, an' we've got to ward 'em off. Anything to avoid boredom, mate.</font> -- Fort Nightshade Message Board

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Date Posted: 10:59:45 07/07/04 Wed
Author: Xan
Subject: *Shrugs, shouldering a quiver of arrows she had left on the coat rack with her shortbow* Some fellows are after Wraithe, an' we've got to ward 'em off. Anything to avoid boredom, mate.
In reply to: The Trackers 's message, "*Feran approached the doorway, grinning maliciously. Turning to the 10 other Trackers with him, he raised a question.* "What do you say we let them know we're here, eh?" *Drawing a sharp stiletto from his belt, he aimed it at a figure moving about on the rafters, Flinging it with deadly accuracy, it thudded into the woodwork directly next to his paw. The moment the stiletto was thrown, Feran and the other Trackers melted back into the shadows...where they waited.*" on 05:27:36 07/07/04 Wed

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*Pikra watched them from her point at the window, studying them intently. She placed her paw lightly on the windowsill to lever herself up, then cursed out loud as her claws slipped and she fell back to the ground. She remained motionless, knowing that if anyone looked out and straight down she was in for it.* (NT) -- Pikra, 11:33:26 07/07/04 Wed
- *Feran tapped his paw against the ground, baring his teeth impatiently.* "Where in the blazes is Pikra? She should have been back by now. We need to know the fort's weaknesses!" (NT) -- Feran, 12:13:41 07/07/04 Wed
  - *The fox flinches slightly as a curses and a thud reach his ears.* Xan, I think I heard something out there...should we check it out? (NT) -- Silvren, 13:09:40 07/07/04 Wed
    - *Pikra's ear flicked back as she caught the remark. She cursed again quietly to herself, not daring to move.* /If I get out of this alive, Feran's going to skin me alive./ (NT) -- Pikra, 13:21:24 07/07/04 Wed
      - *The fox opens the unbarricaded window slowly, dagger out just in case, moving so his back is to the wall, he risks a peek around and straight down, ducking back* Wonderful...small wolf on the ground...anybeast got a crossbow? (NT) -- Silvren., 13:25:38 07/07/04 Wed
        *Pikra scurries over and presses herself against the wall, trying to stay out of sight beneath the windowsill. However, in her panic she failed to notice that part of her cloak was illuminated clearly by the light from the window.* (NT) -- Pikra, 13:29:17 07/07/04 Wed
        *The fox raises his dagger and with a swift motion flings it at her cloak, aiming to pin it to the ground briefly (NT) -- Silvren, 13:36:02 07/07/04 Wed

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