Khorzharax laughs softly. "So sorry, Kharaik, but your brother has already met his fate at the hands of Sharkrath." Khorzharx lays his hand on Mordred's forehead. "I accept thee into my service, Mordred." In his voice, there is a hint of coldness. He is no fool. -- The Shadow Colossus

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Date Posted: 15:10:58 05/04/01 Fri
Author: Khorzharax
Subject: Khorzharax laughs softly. "So sorry, Kharaik, but your brother has already met his fate at the hands of Sharkrath." Khorzharx lays his hand on Mordred's forehead. "I accept thee into my service, Mordred." In his voice, there is a hint of coldness. He is no fool.
In reply to: Mordred BenDragon the Marl & Khaira BenDragon the Brown 's message, "*Mordred bows low to Khorzharax respectfully, before flurishing a paw at Kairakh.* Indeed, if this is true I support you, yet the brother of Borak was not the one chosen to aid you, to sly is he, filled with thoughts of treachary & slyness, that's why he was granted his unique title. Borak was the one chosen to aid Kabiathar, & yet this one has been searching to kill his brother ever since. *The Marlfox rubs his temples wearily, replacing his blade into his cloak. & yet we are so few in number now, it will make little difference. *He looks up, resolved.* I am Mordered BenDragon, known as the Marl, granted the title of Baron by right of heritage. This is my neice, Kairakh's cousin, we seek to aid you in you're efforts, o' seer, are we granted this honour? *The Marlfox waits, still on bended knee, yet there is not the faintest hint of subserviance in his voice.*" on 05:01:42 05/04/01 Fri

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*The Marlfox, perhaps the most extreme rarity in all the BenDragon family, understnds, this elder is certainly no fool. He is able to hide a quick grin easily. Born unto him is slyness, & a slyness he has nurtured. A time will come.* (NT) -- Mordred BenDragon the Marl, 05:09:59 05/05/01 Sat