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Date Posted: 10:56:55 12/06/03 Sat
Author: Saverill
Subject: **the wolf sits back on the walltop, purposefully in the way of any guards, she sets her bow in her lap, and then takes a grip on her mangled paw, trying to ease the pain in it. She'd been gone too long... the weather here was not warm as it had been further south.... and it caused her to ache. Her eyes flick to a passing guard as he snickers and she gives him a good kick, sending him toppling from the wall top, and with a muffled crunch, to the ground below*
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 ferret simply twirls her bolas faster, having half a mind to throw them at the wolf right now. She decides against it, however, and lets the wolf walk away. She turns for a moment, until she hears a light thud. She turns around to see the crumpled form of a guard, moaning in pain. She walks lightly over, almost skipping, and looks for a spell at the guard's broken leg. She stifles a chuckle, and helps the guard to his feet. Not the least bit sarcastically, she voices her thoughts.* That was nice... * She smiles, and dodges quickly from beneath the guard's arm, rewarded by a squeal of pain, and another thud. She chuckles again, and turns back to Rill.* But you let him live. (NT) -- Rhiea, 13:27:38 12/06/03 Sat
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