Rudy Treebandit
Private
Mwahahahaha. Sorry, had'ta let it out.!c!FFFFFF
Posts: 38
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Post by Rudy Treebandit on Nov 6, 2006 10:30:18 GMT -5
Rudy Treebandit, reporting in. *The voice came from a tall squirrel walking into the hut, smiling as he twirled his assasain dirk.* Nice day, eh?
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Asphodel and Henna
Wanderer
The truth may cut me deep, but at least I know I have blood to bleed.!c!Default
Posts: 3
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Post by Asphodel and Henna on Nov 7, 2006 18:57:29 GMT -5
**A tall, broad shouldered red squirrel of 38 seasons' age strode into the lobby of the barracks. His footpaws were bare except for a few strips of cloth that were tightly bandaged around them for a little bit of warmth and protection. This muffled the impact of his weight against the dusty stone floor, as well; and little sound was made as he stiffly entered the room. The red squirrel had been hesitant about coming to this establishment with his friend, Henna the snowy owl. We've managed fine afore wi'dout an army ta shelter in... Still, this might be a good opportunity. An' Henna wants it, so I guess I'll have ta deal wi'd it. Glancing with his intense hazel eyes around the room, he halted somewhere near the middle of the room. Hearing a fellow squirrel give his name simply, he decided to do likewise, seeing as he could not find anyone in specific to deliver his name and profession to. Declaring in a deep, gruff voice, the trim, yet aging, ranger gave his information to the wind.** Asphodel Courage Blackfrond. I'ma Rangeh. Erhm. I'm not realleh sure where I'm s'posed ta report in ta... Anyone 'ere ta speak ta? **Speaking in this roguish manner, the older, experienced squirrel stood in the middle of that room, awaiting a response.**
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Post by Mary Narai on Nov 7, 2006 21:28:26 GMT -5
Aspodel, can you use a different color to post in. Its' kinda hard to see.
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Post by Horus Luc Lupercal on Jan 22, 2007 15:42:05 GMT -5
Horus L. Lupercal, formerly of second division, reporting in.
**The timberwolf walks calmly into the division barracks, a scythe carried like a staff, a sword, and a hammer dangling off his belt.**
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Post by Laysi Swiftfoot. on Jan 26, 2007 9:08:19 GMT -5
**A foxmaid strode in importantly, a disdainful look on her reddish brown features. Dainty in all manner and looks, she twirled a rapier around lazily. Tall and elagant, her dark greyish dress swirled around her footpaws. turning to Horus, she lazily waved her paw. An accent was distinquishable in her voice.**
Hello... I am Laysi Swiftfoot, and You are?
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Post by Mary Narai on Jan 27, 2007 21:19:25 GMT -5
Very nice to meet you Laysi.* Mary immeadietly said, jumping in to the conversation. The mousemaid didnt' usually do this, but seeing as Marie didnt' come to greet the two, she ought to.* I'm Mary Narai. It's nice to see you too Horus.
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Post by Horus Luc Lupercal on Jan 28, 2007 12:05:49 GMT -5
Lupercal. Horus Luc Lupercal
**Horus answered Laysi's question off-pawedly, and with a bored, half-hearted fick of his paw. Turning to the familiar voice of Mary, he answered her.**
Always a pleasure Mary... Don't tell Raiden, but he's got a funky way of treating old friends...
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Rinafera Woxwitty III
Ret. War Commander
Head Boundary Guardian
Head Boundary Guardian && Retired War Commander
Posts: 696
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Post by Rinafera Woxwitty III on Feb 12, 2007 15:59:26 GMT -5
I just got transfered here, Marie. Sooooo, yeah... Just informing ya'll.
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Forgin
Private First Class
Cook
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Posts: 53
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Post by Forgin on Mar 12, 2007 10:31:21 GMT -5
*Forgin walks in and snaps a quick salute.*
Formerly active member Forgin Quicksilver, Division One, reportin' fer active duty, sir!
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Rinafera Woxwitty III
Ret. War Commander
Head Boundary Guardian
Head Boundary Guardian && Retired War Commander
Posts: 696
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Post by Rinafera Woxwitty III on Mar 12, 2007 14:15:31 GMT -5
Hello, Forgin! Welcome to The Spirit of the Remnant! I'm not the leader, but I just thought I'd welcome you.
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Post by atticavirana on Jul 17, 2007 15:30:12 GMT -5
**A tall, willowy otter, 18 seasons of age, strolled leisurely into the main hall of the barracks. Attica's brown fur had some kind of radiant shine, and her olive green eyes scanned the room. A longsword was strapped to the black belt she wore, set with a sparkling sapphire. The female otter's right paw was fondling the hilt. Attica bounded around, dainty footpaws thumping lightly into the ground. Her light green dress swirled about her as she walked about, and a pouch of slingstone pebbles clacked against a leather-strapped old, worn, sling. Slung over Attica's back were several javelins, each of the black long-range weapons sharpened to a lethal point. On the warrior's tired face was a small smile, as she saluted.** Hello, officer. I am Attica Sakantail, reporting.
**An albino ferret ran into the room quickly. Virana's keen pink eyes spotted her companion. The light pink tunic swirled around her, and herb pouches rustled on the black belt. White tail streaming straight behind the ferret, Virana skidded to a halt right next to Attica. At close glance, Virana proved to be a lanky, slim ferret with not much build. However, the healer had much experience in her skill, and she was quite skilled with bow and arrow. The ferret had left her yew bow and goose-feathered shafts behind, for this was only reporting.** Virana Drosamoa here, officer!
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