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Post by RekKa on Aug 23, 2007 19:20:36 GMT -5
("Bein' Garou is one thing, getting ourselves killed from overconfidence is another. We may be tough, but we're still only mortal. Let's get moving,") Michael says. It isn't with an air of chastizing, but you get the idea that he's making a point to you.
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Post by Jack Logan on Aug 24, 2007 9:35:45 GMT -5
("Alroit, I gotcha. But if we come back ta deal wit' this, I wanna be there.")
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Post by RekKa on Aug 24, 2007 21:56:17 GMT -5
("That shouldn't be the problem, we just need more help...")
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Post by Jack Logan on Aug 25, 2007 13:05:08 GMT -5
("Well then, let's go get it!")
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Post by RekKa on Aug 26, 2007 14:25:04 GMT -5
Apparently there's a rather large caern of Fianna about a day or two's run from the fair. Unless you have pressing business here, you set off.
Michael pushes you hard, and encourages you to run in lupus as soon as you're able in the morning. Night falls for the third time, and again you're forced back into Crinos. You arrive around daybreak the next morning.
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