From: Heltevir_at_aol.com
Date: Wed Oct 29 2003 - 14:18:05 GMT
>> Garrott smiles at the blade mistress, the hammer head spinning
restlessly
as the creatures come closer.>>
Lenora grins. "Short of dropping your stoney ass on the lot of them I know
I'll lose that bet, my friend. Besides-" As they get closer and she actually
gets a look at them, Lenora becomes very serious. "We might just have to to make
a dent in them. Sweet mother of all, what are those?"
Something cold slips into Lenora's belly. Fear? Oh yeah, that'd be it. She
was suddenly terribly afraid for her friends. What if this was it? It was a
terrible place to die. She just couldn't let that happen. She'd grown so fond of
them..
Whispering under her breath, Lenora spills out a couple dozen prayers to the
Passions for strength and valor and to protect her friends. Especially Pean,
for whatever reason that he'd been sticking so stubbornly in her mind as of
late. Heh.
((You want strategy? With 60 gnashers? Dear god, Mark, you are mean. Let's
say that Lenora goes defensive and tries to help hold the line until whatever
gives gives and the door opens, they die, or they make comments on how they'll
look back on this in ten years and laaaaugh... BTW - you know those presurgery
meds are kinda cool. I feel really great right now. Would chat with you guys,
but only have AIM and Yahoo messenger. My ICQ hates me too much to use it.))
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