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Subject: *From where he stood in the shadows, Rue snorted* Still be called Sali, m'ladies. *he bowed slightly as he approached them* Al'ays has bin, al'ays will be, iffin ye ask meh. A'course, not-a-bo'y did. *his eyes roamed over them* Yew com'er offin? Author: Rue Warcraft [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 00:06:37 02/01/05 Tue In reply to: Lelana 's message, "Lelana looks up from the bottle, amused to see someone else in the bar. The question was just as amusing as well, and she takes a swig before answering. "They used to call it the Sali-- but that was a long time ago. The Salmandraston Dance."" on 17:52:40 01/31/05 Mon well, since no one talked to me below, might as well talk here. GODS! I miss this place! *sonwhinecrys* I haven't rped her since InsideTheWeb killed the first one! I do have the midi's tho! *grin* [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date Re: A fire colored mouse with silver paws goes over and sits down. Wildfire 20:23:50 02/01/05 Tue Sali, Sali... Narknon had heard of the place before. Supposedly a great hang-out of all sorts of creatures, usually writhing with activity. Seemed to have died down, by the looks of it. She sent a glance at the two others joining in the conversation, but kept her peace. (NT) -- Narknon, 10:18:33 02/02/05 Wed Sali... *he let the word roll, his accent gone as he imitated some long-forgotten creature* The b'sy o' places once, 'long t'me afore. *He smiled at the mouse, his dark eyes twinkling with an otters playfulness. Deciding, though, he moved around behind the bar* An' wot cin Ah getchya fine lass's tanight? (NT) -- Rue, 15:57:12 02/02/05 Wed Re: Wild looked at the otter. (NT) -- Wildfire, 20:14:01 02/02/05 Wed *He looks back at Wildfire* And fer ye'h? (NT) -- Rue, 21:05:16 02/10/05 Thu Re: *She shrugged* I'll take an ale. (NT) -- Wildfire, 18:21:38 03/01/05 Tue *he nods and move down, muttering about dust and some beast's torment for bad orginization. He returns with the drink and slides it to her, a small grin on his face* Still th' same a' unc'a Rufe tau't *he shakes his head in wonder* (NT) -- Rue, 15:40:50 03/02/05 Wed Re: *Wild takes a swig.* And who do you be? (NT) -- Wildfire, 21:46:20 03/02/05 Wed Rue Warcraft, at yer se'ices *he nods to Wild* And yew? (NT) -- Rue, 21:05:36 03/05/05 Sat Re: Wildfire, but I go by Wild most o' the time. *her voice had an odd northern/sailor slang to it. Her black coal eyes were calm but still with that urge to fight in it.* Nice ter meetcha. (NT) -- Wildfire, 14:26:31 04/29/05 Fri *The otter listened to the accent, his mind wandering back to the place of his birth... Fort Ruddler. The Northern Warding. The place that his mother had felt the most at home at. He wondered if she was still alive* And yew. (NT) -- Rue, 23:43:42 04/29/05 Fri Re: Where'ya from? *she asked while sipping her ale again, softly fingering one of the hilts of her throwing knive.* (NT) -- Wildfire, 18:52:54 06/19/05 Sun