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Date Posted: 06:56:26 09/05/04 Sun
Author: Kileaf
Subject: *The wolf ponders for a moment. 'Hmm never fought many with sabers.Hmm' He reaches for a rucksack from under the table. He hadn't unpacked it. "I think I do." Quickly, with practiced precision , Kileaf unrolled the bag. Inside there were two finely made sabers. The handles had sparkling emeralds embedded in them. The blades looked almost new. "Took these off a dead horde beast. 20 coins for the both of them" He said*
In reply to: Kileaf Maelstrom 's message, "I am back." on 12:08:50 08/22/04 Sun


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  • * Long had it been since the wildcat had been here. Long had his mouth been bereft of the taste of Nightshade's ale; long had his ship sat in the nigh abandoned cove. And in fact, he was rather loathe to come here in the first place; too many souls he'd rather not see, and too many of those he knew he'd need to. In any case, he needed shelter from the storm outside, and a good hot meal never hurt. The cat fondles the handle of his latest aquisition, a flamberge sword, made of gleaming steel. The black leather-bound handle showed few signs of wear, marking the weapon as fairly new. Looking around the dreary, dimly lit tavern, a shining glint of metal - identical to that of the feline's sword - catches his eye. Walking heavily in the direction of the glint, he discovers with some surprise that the source is a cache of weapons. None of them interested him, really, but the people did.* What's this? A weapons stall in a tavern? (NT) -- Karda Jadefire, 18:46:54 09/05/04 Sun
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