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 Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2005 10:27 pm
DaggerheldWelcome to Daggerheld! If the windchimes are hanging by the door, please feel free to come right in, especially if the caravan is moored- we love company! Pierre might be sleeping, so please tread lightly. http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/fortunettes/gen1pierre.jpg
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2005 10:30 pm
We're still setting up in here... but feel free to make any sort of post you'd like, whoever you are. There aren't any posting restrictions here in Daggerheld.
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Animal
(I'll upload the hedgehog later...)
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2005 11:35 pm
(If you're looking for this to be updated any time soon... ha. Keeeeep holding your breath. I AM going to get to it- but I'm no artist, and first I need banners and etc. So it may be a while-de-do.)
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2005 10:46 pm
A small, fascinated figure darts up the steps (by way of the banister...) to Daggerheld. She tucks her parcel in a place where its purple wrapping is sure to be noticed. It's tied with twine so it won't fall apart and reveal the treasure inside before its time.
The treasure inside is a gift for Pierre: a charm on a brown leather thong.
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2006 1:46 pm
Lorelei hurried up to the door of the wagon, then knelt to place a note, weighted with a shell, on the step. She knocked, considering waiting to talk to the inhabitant of the wagon. In the end, though, she hurried away again before the door opened, going to the next wagon.  I would very much like to speak with you again - I know that I have been very reticent and have isolated myself. I want that to end. Please, take this gift as a token of my good will... and come visit some time.
~ Lorelei
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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2006 5:34 pm
The young rabbit girl sat on the floor of the wagon, painting some goose eggs. Once they were dry and she was content with their appearance, she placed them in white cloth bags that her mother made. Opening the door, she snuck out into the night and secretly delivered each egg. drawn and colored by kojiro <3
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 8:43 pm
When Emmy gets off her keister, I will delete this for her and repost so it's not on the front page. Hint hint ^_~Damn Owl. That was its name. It sat in Daggerheld's rafters, its wide, nearly crazy eyes flitting about and its voice intermittently asking 'who' into the night air. With this breeze of meij, it ruffled its feathers and wide yellow eyes looked around, as if surprised. The hooting voice that came, low and breathy from the beast, was almost unintelligible.
Whooot Boooy
Mooore Trooooble
Thooon Yooou
Thoooooot
Nooooooo Goooooorl
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