**Nightraven's body falls to the ground. The remaining six ravens hover around the owl, uncertain of their next move** -- Nightshadow Underground Fortress

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Date Posted: 16:40:13 06/30/01 Sat
Author: The diminished Nightraven's team
Subject: **Nightraven's body falls to the ground. The remaining six ravens hover around the owl, uncertain of their next move**
In reply to: Sumarin the Shadowolf 's message, "**The body of Strakla, still hanging off the wolf's dagger flops on the edge of the pit. Sumarin hauls himself up over the side and picks up the raven. Using it's body as a shield to protect him from arrows the shadowolf runs over to the buildings in the middle of the hall.**" on 02:39:23 06/30/01 Sat

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**The shadowolf reaches the weapon store room, he tosses the body of Strakla away, with a glance at the beasts across the pit he enters the store house.
His face and arm burn like anything, trying to ignore the pain he prepares himself himself.
Strapping on a chest plate and arm covers, he also puts on a helmet. Snapping the visor down he grabs a crossbow and attaches it to his belt, he selects several daggers placing them in the belt also. He straps on the armour guards for his legs and takes down a large shield. He holds up his war hammer and smiles stiffly. His only eye glancing around.** Now, is the time for me...Nightshadow. (NT) -- Sumarin the Shadowolf, 18:51:12 06/30/01 Sat