*A slender, mean-looking female weasel notices Xan's arrival, and goes over to her table and sits down. A scar running down the right side of her face has caused one eye to become permenantly shut, and several others crisscross her face and neck. She wears a silver tunic and blue breeches, and carries an arsenal of poisoned daggers and knives on her.* Wot's up with you, mate? You look a tad bitter, even for one of us. -- Fort Nightshade Message Board

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Date Posted: 16:06:07 05/23/04 Sun
Author: Slash the Poisoner
Subject: *A slender, mean-looking female weasel notices Xan's arrival, and goes over to her table and sits down. A scar running down the right side of her face has caused one eye to become permenantly shut, and several others crisscross her face and neck. She wears a silver tunic and blue breeches, and carries an arsenal of poisoned daggers and knives on her.* Wot's up with you, mate? You look a tad bitter, even for one of us.
In reply to: Xan 's message, "Xan Smokespire is in a foul mood....." on 13:31:34 05/23/04 Sun

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*Sighs* Yeah...business, y'know, Slash. Or lack of it, I oughta say. It's been bringin' me down lately. Maybe it's my own fault for being unambitious, but I haven't gotten a big job in...oh, I don't remember how long. (NT) -- Xan, 16:12:13 05/23/04 Sun

'Ave ye tried askin' around? Usually ye kin find at least one beast 'ere who needs a job done. (NT) -- Slash the Poisoner, 02:28:01 05/24/04 Mon

*Shrugs* I'd hate to sound desperate, unless with my closest friends....Too easy to get flipped over these days. The assurance of real pay is better when the customer's need is so great that they must come to you first. (NT) -- Xan, 11:34:34 05/25/04 Tue
- Well, if yer looking for work, I know where you can get some. Do you know a she-wolf named Wraithe Quicksilver? She was 'ere a few weeks ago. (NT) -- Slash the Poisoner, 13:39:21 05/25/04 Tue
- I've heard the name before.....what is it you suggest? (NT) -- Xan, 17:01:46 05/26/04 Wed
  - I overheard that she was lookin' for some fighters to 'elp her with a little problem. There's this group called the Trackers, see, an' they're trying to capture her and punish 'er for "desertation". (NT) -- Slash the Poisoner, 13:58:06 05/27/04 Thu
    - Oh, I see....and where might I be able to get a hold of this fellow? (NT) -- Xan, 06:09:54 05/29/04 Sat
      - *The weasel shrugs, waving a paw around the tavern.* She's somewhere in here. Want me to give 'er a yell? (NT) -- Slash the Poisoner, 06:48:37 05/29/04 Sat
*Smiles* It wouldn't hurt. (NT) -- Xan, 12:22:39 05/29/04 Sat
- Alright, 'ang on a moment. *Slash twists around in her seat, bellowing in a voice suprisingly loud for one as thin as her.* Oy, Wraithe! You still in here? (NT) -- Slash the Poisoner, 12:39:01 05/29/04 Sat
  - *A slender black she-wolf with silver paws and tailtip walks over and slides into the booth next to Slash. She elbows her friend playfully in the ribs, nearly knocking her over.* Keep yer voice down to a yell, mate. What do you want? *She notices Xan* Forgive me. I'm Wraithe Quicksilver. (NT) -- Wraithe Quicksilver, 10:44:36 05/30/04 Sun
  - Good t'meet yeh, Wraithe....there's somethin' you need some help with, I hear? (NT) -- Xan, 15:32:02 05/30/04 Sun
    - Aye, there is. Don't know if you've heard of it, but I'm in a bit of trouble with a group called the Trackers. Fanatics. They think once a Tracker, always a Tracker. I was the most skilled and deadly one of all. That's how I got my name Wraithe- I don't make a sound when I move. So now they're trying to catch and 'punish' me for leaving. Trouble is, they're very strong and I know they're gathering reinforcements. I need all the help I can get. You up for it? (NT) -- Wraithe Quicksilver, 11:55:58 05/31/04 Mon
      - *Jara sees her friend and rushes over. "Have you found anybody to help?" she asks. "I've got a few friends of mine, old pirate buddies, haha. Any sign of the Trackers?" She looks at Xan and Slash. "Sorry about the interruption, by the way."* OOC: Hello again, matey! I was wondering where you went, I didn't see you posting anymore on our old one and the Trackers hadn't moved at all, I thought you had left. :) (NT) -- Jaranai Stormsea, 17:41:01 05/31/04 Mon

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