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Post by Leodamus on Aug 4, 2005 21:08:22 GMT -5
An old, grey mouse looked warily at the surrounding trees searching for anybeast that might be up to no good. The mouse didn't trust vermin at all for one thing, and sometimes blindly trusted woodlanders. Seeing if he could help a woodlander, or perhaps slay a vermin, either way he sought to complete blind justice's will.
In a flash he unsheathed his sword and took a deep breathe. He leapt at the nearest tree and cut downwards upon the lowest branch. It was a clean cut and the branch fell to the earth. "Hah, my blade is still sharp and ever." Leodamus said and sheathed his sword, "Perhaps I'll find vermin to see if my skills are still as sharp."
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Post by Kirlan the Brave on Aug 6, 2005 22:58:57 GMT -5
"Noo there, mae fren'...it won' 'elp the trees iffen ye keeps on cutten th' branches offen 'em, no will it?" Kirlan asked, appearing behind the tree the mouse had just slashed.
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