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As shadow walked along with Odin, he noticed that Dahar wasn't with them any more. Hm, i don't see that fox either. Wonder what those two are up to...?

Dahar frowned slightly at this response. "All I want is to get to know you. Getting to know the populace around here would be a good idea, seeing as I was exiled…", he said.

"We should talk sometime, perhaps not here.", he continued.

Still alive since I have left?
Jezus... Time flys when you neglect your mates

Heya.

howzit?

so, Since I cant be @$$ reading all that, some one care to tell me where Shara is at?

Moved into a pocket universe by the Sagacious Sarda. Not sure if that universe is the beginning of time like the other time he did that though…

Your characters are non-existant, at least 'till you return(ed). Or, to quote Gray… "…pretend that Colicedus's characters never existed, at least until he returns" or something like that, I can't be arsed reading it again either.

If I remember, she was caressing a blade, it was taken from her, and she had an outburst.

Yeah, something like that.

Gray? A little help here?

(I got something)

After all this time, Shara was leaning forwards in her chair, rocking back and forth. One could be clear that there was something not mentally healthy about her.

She had finally mumbled a few words "Thats right... that nasty man wants to take her away as well... We are not going to let that happen.. are we... we take his life before he takes us away..."

She went back to rocking. her arms bound against her chest, clawing her arms with her paws.

Coli... no one's in the bar anymore... =P

((We left the bar a while back, and I locked it up too))

((You locked some one in!

Anyway, Bugger it, ill just roll a new character... ))

Colicedus wrote:((You locked some one in!

Anyway, Bugger it, ill just roll a new character... ))

((Watches Shara starve to death, "Yeah that's right bitch...die...die...slooow...mwahahahaha!!!"))

((bastard... ))

Name: Bruce Irongut
Age: 34
Gender: male
Race: Wild Bore
Personality: An honorable hog, His hunger can get the better of him. He eats just about anything. Dislikes (not hate) Wolves for infringing on Clan territory.
Appearance: Stocky, brutish, rough, and Intimidating. Wears a pair of loose, woad stained pants, healed up with a bristly leather belt.
Equipment: Hunting knife, and Hunting bow (when in war field carries a warhammer).
Abilities of Note: Resilience, Heavy weight Boxing, Marksman, Forrest survival expert.
Faults: Easily bribed with large sums of food, and food plays a big part in his judgment.
Relatives: Part of a Clan of Bores called the "Irongut Clan"

Little Did the Fox and the wolf that wander astray, there was some one watching them. Who it was?

It was a Huntsman of some sort, a Bore!
He watched from a tree, aiming his bow towards the wolfs head.
Quietly he snorted a light chuckle with a snort "Ya aint'a welcome here me pedigree chum, its gonna cost ya one"

he lined up the talking two, calculating for a moment where the bow was going to travel. Aimed for the throat, it would be a lethal shot.

He grinned from tusk to tusk, mildly chuckling, how ever, as he did so, something went up his snout. his aim was broken from huffing and puffing, and suddenly a loud Snort of a sneeze exposed him momentarily. He let go of the string, letting his arrow take flight...

(BWS, Damage Control please? Dose it hit him at all?)

Well, I cant believe it, this thread is dead...