From: Naron (naron_at_bigpond.net.au)
Date: Thu Jul 10 2003 - 14:38:11 BST
Kaleb utters a low growl as Pean asks for an explanation. "Distrust and lies. Smoke and mirrors. Perhaps you are all better off worrying about where the real Kaleb is right now than who I am."
In a split second Kaleb's voice drops lower and he seems more self confident as he stares from under his bushy brown brow. A smirk forms at the corner of his mouth.
"Step away from the door and let me be.... or I will command them to have at you." The false Kaleb looks quickly at the ceiling, near Temorya.
You all follow his gaze and see things moving from a darkened corner. Black things scuttling from cracks in the roof and walls. Black things about two inches long in the body with eight furry, yellow striped legs with gleaming black eyes. "Let me free, or you all die." Kaleb's eyes turn a grey colour as absolute mirth spreads across his features.
<No site update tonight sorry. Nothing personal to report anyhow>
<Moves please>
<Mark>
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