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Kroke; toad highwayman and dibbun-napper.
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Post by ogre on Oct 19, 2006 20:18:39 GMT -5
Night, Mossflower woods:
Kroke hobbled into the road passing through mossflower, heading towards the remains of the church of St. Ninians cathedral; a bloody wound dribbling from his arm. He had been viciously wounded in a prior skirmish with a badger, and needed to rest before he made his escape. He soon found the clearing, and hopped off the road into the charred earthen outline of the derelict church. Not daring to make a fire that might attract predators and enemies, he decided the best course of action would be to make his arm quit bleeding. "Grawwp, needs tah stop the blood..", he mumbled through his fat lips. Unfortunately, he had no linen, and only fishing line to secure anything he had on hand. looking around hastily, he could not find anything to stanch the bloodflow,he would have to improvise. " Nots going to enjoy this, nots onna bit!". He stuck his sticky tongue out and flolloped it onto the wound. "Thith ith emmarrathink, ribbith!. " He croaked. It would most certainly be along night, but once it was over, he could hit the road afresh!
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ogre
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Kroke; toad highwayman and dibbun-napper.
Posts: 20
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Post by ogre on Oct 21, 2006 5:22:28 GMT -5
After a suitable amountof time, Kroke peeled his tongue off the wound. It seemed to have stopped bleeding enough. "Ribbit, now tah hitter the roads." He mumbled. The sooner he got out of this forest, the better. "But...whichis way?" He looked down the north of the road, and down the south of the road. He elected to follow his gut and head north. "Plenty uh didduns up north, methinks!" he croaked as he hopped into the darkness.
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