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colanah
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 Posted: Fri, Mar 05 2010, 12:25 PM |
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Joined: 31 Jul 2008
Location: Lost In Thought
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*the missive is on old tanned hide worn thin as paper, the writing in Common, Elven and the oddly playful but ageless script of Sylvan. *
A call goes forth from the isle of Caraigh by those who call such 'home'. Caraigh is seeking a druid or ranger who is well versed in the health of swamplands to please come for a simple meeting to assess the health of those areas upon the isle. It is asked that you leave a missive of which of the seven-day is the best to meet one another so that we might share news as well as learning. It is desired deeply to ensure that these lands will continue to thrive.
Leave the missive with the beekeeper up on the hill if you are not one of bold spirit or with the healer's home near Dormen woods if you are. If one of the other warders or weavers of the Hidden Glade who patrol this isle should meet you, the missive may be left with them as well.
~Eldainia of the Hidden Glade~
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GM "Roll a new sheet, you died for blasphemy."
P1 "Was the comment he made that bad?"
*dice roll for chart*
GM "A Sun elf dry-humping the temple statue of Lloth during worship."
P1 "...so new character you say?"
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colanah
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Posted: Thu, Mar 18 2010, 8:39 AM |
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Joined: 31 Jul 2008
Location: Lost In Thought
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*looks over the bridge into the bubbling quagmire of the swamp, waving at some of the gases billowing in the air before she slips down from the cliffs and renews the missives in nearby towns*
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Athyonn Ursidae
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Posted: Thu, Mar 18 2010, 9:17 AM |
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Joined: 19 Oct 2008
Location: UK
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*a small, lithely built hin see's one of the messages in passing and looks back to the panther and with a gentle tilt of her head in question as both animal and halfling share a mutual knowing look*
The times are dark and not yet right Sasha, we walk the wilds a little longer I think.
_________________ Siggy by Maryn
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Fierene Havenstar
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Posted: Thu, Mar 18 2010, 19:31 PM |
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Joined: 03 Nov 2008
Location: Hopping around the space time continum
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Muttering to herself about the inconsiderate tallers and their habit of posting things out of the way for decent folk to read, the Hin with black hair pauses after her fifth jump in the air. Sighing, she jumps up a sixth time and rips the notice from its place and reads.
“Oi, Mav, they’ll be lookin at swamps.” She goes to stand beside a rather large wolfish looking creature and appears to be allowing him to read over her shoulder. “Sounds like a bit o fun, eh?”
She tucks the notice in her pocket and with the large wolfish looking creature padding alongside, continues on her way.
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Ari'aerath Dlues'athsha ~ Silver Singer with the Bow of the Sun
Clarette Feohn ~ Magic is Art.
Victoria Marrs ~ "I have an herb for that."
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Wyatt2377
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Posted: Thu, Mar 18 2010, 20:19 PM |
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Joined: 09 Mar 2010
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*Slightly bored, she actually decides to read the notice board*
"well well, the swamps. It would be nice to get back to my roots."
*laughs at what she thinks is a truely witty remark, then heads for speedy's to send a reply.*
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