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Message: Emoticon Listing HTML Help	[quote][OoC] Whatever. You don't even know what kind of moon I'm talking about, or even what time it is... maybe I mean one of the three from Dragonlance, maybe I mean a Blood Moon, maybe I mean a stellar constellation effect... Maybe, it's only happened once, before. You don't have any clue unless I say so. Don't ever presume the "books" know anything. I already told you this. This "game" cannot continue without people posting actions, or me giving them something to do... however, MY actions are limited by YOUR actions. So, I'ts partially my fault. {OoC] The night darkens, and the wind picks up, flowing through your bones, chilling your spine to numbness. In it, a voice barely echoes, yet is imposible to discern. Each of you, man, elf, and dwarf, feel a cluthching to your heart, a grasp of doom tightening.[/quote]
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Lobian Darthuk
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This message was updated on 6/14/2003 2:39:55 PM by Lobian Darthuk

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replied on: 6/14/2003 2:35:15 PM

[OoC] Whatever. You don't even know what kind of moon I'm talking about, or even what time it is... maybe I mean one of the three from Dragonlance, maybe I mean a Blood Moon, maybe I mean a stellar constellation effect... Maybe, it's only happened once, before. You don't have any clue unless I say so. Don't ever presume the "books" know anything. I already told you this. This "game" cannot continue without people posting actions, or me giving them something to do... however, MY actions are limited by YOUR actions. So, I'ts partially my fault. {OoC]

The night darkens, and the wind picks up, flowing through your bones, chilling your spine to numbness. In it, a voice barely echoes, yet is imposible to discern.

Each of you, man, elf, and dwarf, feel a cluthching to your heart, a grasp of doom tightening.

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