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Date Posted: 14:13:43 12/05/03 Fri
Author: Xan Smokespire
Subject: *The smokey-colored weasel, catching sight of the newcomer, watches them curiously from her seat beneath an elm tree with amber eyes flicking among them like coals burning in ash, her ragged, too-long talons toying with the hilt of her long and narrow-bladed knife. She calls out to the wolf* Who've we gat, a visitor?
In reply to: Rhiea Varshil 's message, "* Rhiea was a young mustelid, roughly three seasons in to adulthood. Her cold azure eyes scan the territory, taking in the details of the immense fortress. The looming stone walls intimidated her not. She had seen larger things in her days. A smile crosses her features, as she strays off the path, her famous curiosity carrying her to the opposite side of the fort. A gruff voice calls down to her, as a wallguard turns, wearing ridiculously heavy armor and weapons. Pawing the blade of her basilard, she swings her bolas slowly over her head. Light and quick... that was the way to be. Bolas break bones, and blades slit throats. She realizes her position has been compromised, but keeps her weapons at hand.* " Hello. Might you open the gates for a weary traveler?"" on 13:56:01 12/04/03 Thu


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  • **the wolfs eyes flick to Xan and she then looks back to the ferret* I'm Saverill... I suggest you steer clear of me. **she turns then and steps off again, heading briskly back up the wall, black scars glittering on her mangled paw and arm, as well as along the calf muscles on her leg, the parts that are visible at least. The ferret was on her own for all she cared* (NT) -- Saverill, 00:44:38 12/06/03 Sat
  • *Deciding it best to not ask Saverill, the black furred fox nods to Xan* New beast here, Xan? *resting one paw on one of his twin swords he casts a look to the open gate, violet eyes studying the new creature (NT) -- Silvren Sundark, 05:28:54 12/06/03 Sat
  • I suppose. *Gets up from her seat still holding her favorite knife, and smirks in neither a friendly nor unfriendly way.* I really den' think I want it wandering around the grounds unsupervised. Per'aps we atta show 'er the way around to the tav? *She watches the newcomer with untrusting eyes, but not necessarily with malice --- She simply does not like strangers until she finds out exactly their purposes.* (NT) -- Xan, 08:28:16 12/06/03 Sat
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