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Post by gathera on Feb 3, 2019 16:34:43 GMT -5
A few solid heavy nails were hammered home to fix a paint spattered pelt and a small message in place. That was a bit of a goddess send. I had tried for a few times with little success to acquire what I needed. I mean how much trouble is it to find black paint. Some had even looked at me as if I was mad. Maybe I was. I had to smile t myself at that thought. Entori had both the black paint and the while pelt. It was a magnificent fur, silky to the touch with a silver white hue. A bit of a shame to mar it with the black paint but it had to be done. Ruined but with a purpose. I could see the image clearly now when I closed my eyes; the strange markings. It called to me, my time was drawing short. (I am planning this for February 16th a Saturday to start at 7:30 PM Mountain Standard time. This is I believe +7 GMT. Meet where else *laughing* Great Gaunt)
(Special thank you to Entori Be’te’waaaaaaaaa player of Entori for both the paint and the fun.)
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Post by styxxbone1 on Feb 3, 2019 19:13:35 GMT -5
*Furin looks from the poster and the painted pelt to his trusty Forest Mine Pony...* Nahh… *Then shrugs and walks on... The Pony breaths what might be a sigh of relief...* styxx
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Post by Southpaw on Feb 4, 2019 9:27:41 GMT -5
"Hmm, what's this?"
Erynne stops before the posting. Her large, round, glossy brown eyes flit over the page, plucking words from its surface like an osprey plucks fish from a lake, in an order according to her own choosing rather than the sequence on the page. "Rakshasa, Maeg, Hullack, guide," she says quietly, perhaps forming the words verbally to more firmly commit them to memory, making no outward note of the promised reward. Tapping her lower lip a little bit in thought, she notes the last line. "Sounds like some personal investment," she says, noting next the pelt. "This might be interesting." She heads for Kale to leave a note.
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Post by nemusator on Feb 5, 2019 10:37:40 GMT -5
Chell reads... Than smiles as he curls his mustache. "And I wouldn't even take her money!" He thinks before walking away.
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Post by Animayhem on Feb 5, 2019 12:36:00 GMT -5
*Marister reads the poster and notes the day and time. He says to himself. "Would be a good test of my new skills."
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Post by gathera on Feb 14, 2019 16:26:56 GMT -5
I had my guides, well maybe always is a matter of weather I suppose. Still things were looking good. A few more to round out matters would be for the best. Beside the pelt was a bit mangy now. Even a bit of fresh paint wouldn't help matter much. Doubt I could keep it nailed up for much longer. Few more days at best but a few more is all I needed. (I am planning this for February 16th a Saturday to start at 7:30 PM Mountain Standard time. This is I believe +7 GMT. Meet where else *laughing* Great Gaunt)
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