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 Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 9:08 am
"And what would you have me do, milord?" Leon inquired, proudly wearing a new sparkling gold necklace; one of the trinkets from his share of the plunder, no doubt.
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 9:42 am
Archemedes: Youo will drive a life boat filled with explosives into an abandoned dock that our intelligence has located on the other end of the island. be careful Leon
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 6:59 pm
"You have my sympathy, Leon."
Zeth turns his attention to the west, toward the setting sun. "I had best be off. Good luck to all."
Zeth heads to the raft. He gets in and nods to the crew and other PeaceKeepers as the boat lowers into the water. He takes an oar and silently pushes against the water, towards the island.
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 7:13 pm
The ship sets sail and speeds off to the other end of the island. When it arrives, a party of were-boars meet them to escort them to the Lycan Citadel, where the negotiations are taking place.
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 7:26 pm
Zeth arrives on the island, turns invisible, kills the beach, then kills every lycan EVER!!!1!
OR...
EliOt tpYse wEiL.
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 7:50 pm
(Ok serious posting time)
Zeth silently docks the boat on the shoreline. He gets out of the boat, grips his razor, turns himself invisible, and scans the shoreline.
He sees a cave shaped like the head of a jaguar hiding among the trees. He draws his cutlass and stealthily creeps inside the jaguars mouth.
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 8:11 pm
A were Jaguar comes out holding scimitar sniffing the air, walking right past Zeth.
Jag: Hmmm.
The feline beast walks back to the cave.
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 8:19 pm
Zeth readies his cutlass and continues further into the cave.
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 9:04 pm
Discoking090 Archemedes: Youo will drive a life boat filled with explosives into an abandoned dock that our intelligence has located on the other end of the island. be careful Leon Leon was shocked, utterly. "If I may be so bold as to inquire, to what end*, milord?!"" ((*to what end= why))
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 9:24 pm
Archemedes: Don't worry Leon. I am not sending you to your Doom. once the Negotiations are done we will rendezvous with you via ship and there won't even be a need for the explosives. if something goes wrong The ship will pick you up when you fire this roman candle I'm giving you into the sky. Make sure you light the exposives before you leave.
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2008 6:49 pm
Discoking090 Archemedes: Don't worry Leon. I am not sending you to your Doom. once the Negotiations are done we will rendezvous with you via ship and there won't even be a need for the explosives. if something goes wrong The ship will pick you up when you fire this roman candle I'm giving you into the sky. Make sure you light the exposives before you leave. Still a bit uneasy, Leon slowly nodded. "Very well, milord. Just so long as the explosives are a failsafe should negotiations prove fruitless."
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2008 7:46 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2008 2:01 pm
A few moments later, Leon was on the rowboat with at least a few dozen powderkegs of various sizes on the water, heading towards the abandoned dock.
"Such an underutilization of my expertise. *SIGH* Yet, we all must play our parts in the grand scheme of things, and so I shall accomplish that what I have been entrusted to do."
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 2:34 pm
When Leon makes it to the dock he notices three were-rats sniffing around.
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Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2008 1:09 pm
Discoking090 When Leon makes it to the dock he notices three were-rats sniffing around. Leon thinks to himself. Lashing the boat to the pier via the rope, Leon then walks along the wooden pier to about 15 feet away from the were-rats. "Greetings, oh dwellers of the Lycan Isle!" he bows in a kneeling fashion, his hand merely an inch away from his sword. "I am Leon Viralis, one of the negotiators. How fare you all this fine day?" he asks, grinning from ear-to-ear. Any moment now... he thinks.
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