A flick of a wrist, deliver words afar (15Apr05 13:40 AM Local)
Midnight. The time when darkness was most powerful, when Shar fell greatest in the night, when priests of Mask seek power through prayer, when evil deeds and words were oft spoke with ill intent...
and when the little hin slipped a slim letter under a certain door jam in the cozy hamlet of Shadow Dale, as she had been instructed. The little hin, watched the home for sometime before heading back towards the center of town, the letter having been delivered to Marianna and Myrillis's residence as the ranger Velyn instructed her to do so. She had much to do in the coming days, plans to make, stories to write and songs of sadness and regret to sing before she was done.
but first, she had to sleep, for it was a long trek from Dagger Springs to Shadow Dale, and the hin still was wanting to weep, having already grown to miss friends who surely missed her....
a PM to said party should have been sent by GF to whom is may concern for IC purposes... 
<Gebb> ok, what does it mean to be "huggled"? <spidroth_esq> Something terrible. <Squamatus> buggered <Dran> sodomised <Squamatus> by an acorn on a stick <tresca> LOL <Gebb> that didn't help <alynn>
