From: Naron (naron_at_bigpond.net.au)
Date: Sun Nov 23 2003 - 07:34:24 GMT
You see Endok-tuk clasp the granite stone with the eye as a pupil and concentrate for a moment. He opens his eyes.
"Dey are no good adventurers. Dey are the dead come back! Attack and attack hard! They is at least fifteen closing in on us!" The troll shaman gets excited and clasps the rat skull with a nail through it with relish as he picks his target.....
<OOC: Mind Dagger at the furthest undead in range....>
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Subject: Re: [Parlainth] PBeM 0.3 We're Singing In The Rain
> I suppose we should introduce
> ourselves, even though we are just going to be leaving afterwards. Should
> we get into battle it would be nice to know who to call out to. I am called
> Berryblood. I am of the warrior discipline." You all take turns
> introducing yourselves to the troll and the group as well stating your name
> and discipline.
Nightwind smiles at Endok-Tuk's words "I am Nightwind of Travar. A Weaponsmith." Then he looks at Grendahl "I apologize for not answering yet. My main trouble is with justice not bieng served. Other races are no problem and my only venture was to find Kestrel which was not that hard." He falls silent
Kestrel smiles only Trystan seems not to have evoked any fear in her "I am Kestrel. I also hail from Travar." now that there is not a huge crowd around she seems to have relaxed quite a bit. She looks around for any creatures of this place."
> Endok-Tuk speaks up, telling you all that he sees multiple humanoid like
> creatures heading slowly towards the group.
>
Illyana shouts out, expecting to be obeyed: "Grendahl and Berrryblood, to the front. T'sunami and Nightwind, guard the rear. Kestrel and Siri, stay out of trouble until we know what is coming. Endor-Tuk, Astran and Trystan, stay back and use ranged attacks if possible! Lyra, with me, please!" Then she flies forward to be at the absolute frontline and use the keen eyes of the elven scout to get to know what is coming.
Nightwind sighs and takes up the rear trusting the warriors to handle the front. He keeps his thoughts to himself as he scans the area with all his senses. He stays alert.
Kestrel hisses softly not liking the thought of something unnatural approaching the group. her eyes narrow as she tenses disliking the thought of battle but more than willing to fight to defend her new companions.
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