Post by LordStripetail on Dec 29, 2005 18:01:30 GMT -5
alright wot' Goldenpaw cracked, and in a twinkling and knocked two of them over on the ground. he seized a fallen spear, and faced the other five vermin. "If I were yah, I'd let us go, you scummy blighters" he said. "But if its a fight you want, well, you'll get one"
Post by LordStripetail on Dec 31, 2005 14:37:25 GMT -5
Goldenpaw pounded the ground with his foot and cracks appeared in the ice. Cold water bubbled up through the cracks and they spread. The vermin looked down at the widening cracks and dashed away from Goldenpaw ad the other. their race, however was a losing one as the cracks widened more quickly then they could run.
Post by LordStripetail on Jan 1, 2006 0:31:27 GMT -5
"Encampment?' Goldenpaw looked at him puzzled. "I don't have one, to be honest. I'm here on a secret mission, and I only have enough tuck with me to eat for about a week." He recognized the look on Ripfang's face. and he didn't like it at all' 'We'll simply have to make camp somwhere and I'll share some of my food."