From: Helle Salin Nielsen (Jhez_at_wanadoo.dk)
Date: Thu Dec 11 2003 - 18:53:23 GMT
The two women - one of them really just a tall girl - stood side by side,
unflinching. One redhaired, one goldenhaired. Both young, both
strongwilled. And neither about to give in to the much larger troll. Blue
and green eyes flaring at him, weapons in hand or nearly so. Illyana looked
at Siri: "What's the plan here? I disarm him and you slice him to a pulp?"
Siri responds: "Can't slice him. I use a mace. Bludgeoning's good though,
right?" The redhead looks as if she means business.
"Yup. That would work. As long as we beat some sense into him", Illyana
answers, face flushed, but in full control of herself. Her golden curls
mingle with Siris wild and curly red tresses.
"Ok. On the ready then!" Siri looks as if she is ready to take on the
world, let alone a pigheaded troll.
*** Doug, feel free to respond for the poor troll before we grab him by the
family jewels and kick his ass! ***
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Sent: 11. december 2003 17:55
To: parlainth_at_teaparty.net
Subject: Re: [Parlainth] PBeM 0.8 The Pre-Scourge Elf
As Siri bent over to give the trap a good looking at, Berryblood boldly
stepped through, causing her to wince in anticipation and curl up
defensively in
wait for whatever would happen.
Yet nothing did.
Eyes furious, she got to her feet and dusted herself off, calmed her
breathing, counted backwards from twenty. She was going to kill him very
shortly, she
realized, if the emboldened fool didn't get over his little immortality
complex.
Berryblood then waved to her, beckoning her forward, yet her intent was
definitely not on helping him at that point. It was to shove her knee
someplace
tender on the troll's anatomy.
"Just what are you doing you crazy man?" Siri growled, though his attention
was not on her, but saying soft fluffy words in elvish to the siren woman.
"You
could have gotten us all killed!"
Still he paid her no heed, looking upset at the elf now. What a day!
As he drew his sword, Illyana rushed forward with hers. Siri stepped
forward
too, bubbling curses, though she drew no weapon. "What in the name of
Death's
Sea is your problem now you crazy troll?! There seems to be no rhyme to
your
reason, only barging forward as fast as you can!"
Siri looked much like an angry cat, prickling with angry energy where she
stood. Though small, she seemed quite capable at that moment of laying the
troll's arm open with her seething glare alone.
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