Somewhere between 4 to 8 hours later, Zenphret hops to her feet full of energy. She searches the rubble for a tower shield, and finds about half of one. Returning to her comrade, she ties some rope to the shield, and slides him onto it. She drags him on the shield out of the city as soon as she finds all the coins she's gonna get. -- Tossico

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Date Posted: 15:12:51 12/08/02 Sun
Author: Panth
Subject: Somewhere between 4 to 8 hours later, Zenphret hops to her feet full of energy. She searches the rubble for a tower shield, and finds about half of one. Returning to her comrade, she ties some rope to the shield, and slides him onto it. She drags him on the shield out of the city as soon as she finds all the coins she's gonna get.
In reply to: Fanduil 's message, "*Fanduil's body stirs and he groans as he slowly slips in and out of consciousness, finaly after about an hour or so his eyes flutter open, and he wakes up. His head throbbing, and his body extremely fatigued due to the massive blood loss he attempts to stand, but his muscles refuse to work. So he simply rolls over onto his back and stares at the now darkened night sky. The pain from his wound had begun to ease off.*" on 09:45:50 12/07/02 Sat

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*Fanduil stirs from his slumber, to find himself being dragged away from the city on a makeshift stretcher, he tries to speak, but his words are weak, and inaudiable. He continues to try to speak until he finaly is able to speak one barely audiable word*....Th...a..ank....ssss....*His head still throbbing from the infectious wound on his leg.* (NT) -- Fanduil, 15:52:18 12/08/02 Sun
- OOC: On the Road (NT) -- Panth, 15:32:55 12/12/02 Thu