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Post by Tass, Nathan and Brine on Feb 6, 2009 8:18:52 GMT -5
**Tass extends his hand to horus**sorry , the black wolves have not been in the highlands long enough , they probably came after you were born , but anyway , lord tass mclearn the third at your service...**notices that horus has more rank than him**...sir.
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Post by Riska Longarm on Feb 6, 2009 8:49:00 GMT -5
So, Song, where are positioned? I mean, do you have a certain station you have to go to?
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Post by Tass, Nathan and Brine on Feb 6, 2009 13:05:12 GMT -5
I do not know about song , but I have no set position.
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Post by Riska Longarm on Feb 6, 2009 13:33:53 GMT -5
Hm...okay. I was just wandering...
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Post by Songwind and Brawn Oakbrush. on Feb 6, 2009 16:01:48 GMT -5
**Song smiles a little at Riska.** Nope, so SET station...but as a healer, I'm normally...in the midlines when there is a battle. In fact...at the moment I am the ONLY healer.
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Post by Riska Longarm on Feb 6, 2009 16:40:06 GMT -5
Oh, okay. **smiles back**
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Post by Tass, Nathan and Brine on Feb 6, 2009 17:03:49 GMT -5
and as I am a warrior I am on the very front lines in battle **tass points to nathan** he however is on the backlines.
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Post by Riska Longarm on Feb 9, 2009 8:33:38 GMT -5
**Riska jumps on Nathan** Ah, poor Nathan! Don't worry, you're not the only one. I just cook.
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Post by aeroflyte on Feb 9, 2009 19:41:44 GMT -5
The odor of ale and hot food brought Teylan into the tavern, where he promptly strode over to Tass, Nathan, Song, and Riska, grinning widely. "Hey, then! anyone up for a round of ale?"
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Post by Riska Longarm on Feb 10, 2009 6:57:45 GMT -5
**Looks over at the newcomer** I don't like ale, sorry... But I'll take water.
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Post by Songwind and Brawn Oakbrush. on Feb 10, 2009 10:27:34 GMT -5
**Song's smile widened and for a moment the small squirelmaiden looked like her old self, back when she was a jovial newcomer who knew nothing of war. **I'll take some!
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Post by Tass, Nathan and Brine on Feb 10, 2009 10:39:13 GMT -5
Nathan and I will take some!
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Post by Scratchfur on Feb 10, 2009 12:21:21 GMT -5
*Just as the tavern seemed to have warmed up, the door opened with supreme ghusto, and from the pitch dark night entered a rat. While this might arouse suspicion at first glace, a closer look at this beast would quickly dispell any suspisions. His eyes seemed to beam a sense of calm, which was not very common for vermin such as himself. As well, his dress left a little to be desired, especially the hat he wore--a tricot with a somewhat faded feather, which made him look more comical than was probably desired.
Shaking the snow which had collected on his tunic and tricot hat off, the rat was caught mumbling to himself about how snow was never a favorite amongst those who travelled the sea. Finally having cleared all the snow off of himself, the rat made his way over to an open table. Placing his tricot hat down almost in front of himself, he sat back comfortably in his chair, seeming quite content at his present state of affairs. The only thing that could make him even happier would be a good mug of some grog.*
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Post by Tass, Nathan and Brine on Feb 10, 2009 15:11:20 GMT -5
**Tass noticed the new-comer and nudged Nathan.** "Nathan , you might have to carry him back to barracks if he keeps drinking at that rate."
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Post by Songwind and Brawn Oakbrush. on Feb 18, 2009 12:50:32 GMT -5
**Song's Ears perked as the door opened with a squeak. She turned to look just as a lone rat swaggered in, was it....could it be? Tass' jibe reached her ears but she hopped of the bar stool she was seated on, a point of purple movement. Trying to look as inconspicuous as was possible for the small squirrel, which in her case, was not inconspicuous at all, she circled the rat's table...Something was definitely familiar about him.... Was it the hat? It had to be...** Scratchfur? Do you remember me?
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