(ooc: garibaldi? by now, i know better than to assume.)
> (What? You don't trust Chris to let things go on without complication? Oh, Randye - you are a pessimist. Or as I like to call them, a 'realistic thinker') (ooc: from reading your gming of the old harrison game, i'd say you're hardly in a position to talk. btw, you need not bring up kitty hawk. that's juan fault since i learned my gming from him (and scott galliand, and rodney morris, and dennis campbell....) > Keeping low and watching for any signs of the trio or others, Carrhae made her way over to the man. When she reached his side, she touched his shoulder and said, "Are you okay?" > > Matt shook his head to clear it and wished the fancy colorful fish would stop swimming in his vision. He had the hilt of his sword out, but it was still deactivated, so it just looked like a wooden stick in his hand. He followed Carrhae to the man he assumed was Garibaldi. "Shame what happened to your wheels," he said, though even to him, his voice sounded very far away. > > (Marcus) Carrhae nodded and instantly regretted the move as her head began to pound. She grimaced, then she squinted her eyes in a effort to get some relief. She looked at Matthew and saw that he, too, seemed a little shaken. "I am surprised that they did not press their advantage," she said. (response) TBC t'Llhweiir ends ********************************************* | Randye Jones | |) aka Adm. Carrhae t'Llhweiir | Hate /| aka Adm. Candance Bedru | IS NOT ( | ) [email protected] | a family value | www.stargame-redux.org |
