Dameon takes a last look across the farmlands, observing regretfully the fields burned and trampled, and the fatigued healers finishing up their work. "At least the colonists came out with the upper hand," he murmurs. His eyes meet those of Tayren and Kestra, and he allows himself a faint smile. "You're right, Kestra," he remarks with composure, "This great lummox could use a bit of a challenge." His expression is perfectly straight, but there is a slightly devious glimpse that matches the elf's own. -- Farmlands

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Date Posted: 06:31:55 04/25/02 Thu
Author: Dameon
Subject: Dameon takes a last look across the farmlands, observing regretfully the fields burned and trampled, and the fatigued healers finishing up their work. "At least the colonists came out with the upper hand," he murmurs. His eyes meet those of Tayren and Kestra, and he allows himself a faint smile. "You're right, Kestra," he remarks with composure, "This great lummox could use a bit of a challenge." His expression is perfectly straight, but there is a slightly devious glimpse that matches the elf's own.
In reply to: Crello 's message, "The last of the orcs that are left turn and run, disappearing into the forest before they can be caught." on 09:50:21 04/18/02 Thu

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(OOC: Continuing the last post--I ran out of time) Dameon busies himself positioning the longbow more comfortably on his back. When the bow brushes his side he winces. Wordlessly he takes up one of the bandages and ties it tight around his lower ribs. "I'm ready when you are," he laughs. (NT) -- Dameon, 09:12:04 04/25/02 Thu

The healer snorts. "I'm not sure that's a particularly good idea." He says to Kestra. "You're leg is going to be a bit more uncooperative at first, more then you might expect." Grunting he pushes himself up and stuffs the left over bandages into the pack. "Well, I'm off. See you around!" He strides away in the direction of the colony. (NT) -- Healer, 11:39:26 04/25/02 Thu