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Killing Spree · 10-30-2001, 07:31 PM

Maverick

~His black eyes first dart to Mistral, through gritted teeth he speaks.~ "Watch your tongue around me wench." ~His grips the bone handle of his dagger tightly and steadily, the blade long enough to be mistaken for a short sword. His ebony eyes turn back to the blue katana. His narrowing eyes looked like those of an evil serpent. He speaks something in wood-elven.~ ^The night has called me here? Perhaps the fate shall take a turn at this crossroad?^ ~He seems to speak to the blade in this foreign tongue.~ ^One of the blade and one of the vine, one of my home, two will be mine...^ ~Those who understood his words would know he spoke the last line of Nightblade's poem.~

~Nightblade seems to glow, seemingly straining against chains in Larry's hands.~

Chani

~She seemed trapped in a vertigo of time, unable to move for fear of falling. Finally, she wills herself up and draws Ravenwood, the longsword of her family, pointing it at Maverick. She too speaks wood elven.~ ^Leave them alone Shadowfall. 'Tis fate's will.^

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10-30-2001, 07:31 PM	#22
Killing Spree Mephistopheles Join Date: July 11, 2001 Location: The Ashes Age: 37 Posts: 1,427	Maverick ~His black eyes first dart to Mistral, through gritted teeth he speaks.~ "Watch your tongue around me wench." ~His grips the bone handle of his dagger tightly and steadily, the blade long enough to be mistaken for a short sword. His ebony eyes turn back to the blue katana. His narrowing eyes looked like those of an evil serpent. He speaks something in wood-elven.~ ^The night has called me here? Perhaps the fate shall take a turn at this crossroad?^ ~He seems to speak to the blade in this foreign tongue.~ ^One of the blade and one of the vine, one of my home, two will be mine...^ ~Those who understood his words would know he spoke the last line of Nightblade's poem.~ ~Nightblade seems to glow, seemingly straining against chains in Larry's hands.~ Chani ~She seemed trapped in a vertigo of time, unable to move for fear of falling. Finally, she wills herself up and draws Ravenwood, the longsword of her family, pointing it at Maverick. She too speaks wood elven.~ ^Leave them alone Shadowfall. 'Tis fate's will.^ [This message has been edited by Killing Spree (edited 10-30-2001).]