[RPG] [FEI] Olwe and Adrahil... Uncle's arrival

[Jeff Guillot]

Olwe opened his eyes groggily, hearing a strange voice. His shoulder
still burned from where he had taken that stab wound from the
assassin. Looking around his tent, he couldn't quite find where the
voice was coming from... and then he saw the toy. His eyes widened in
surprise, and his hand flew back behind his pillow in a blur, drawing
forth a long and cruel looking shortblade.

Olwe drew himself up into a sitting position, with the blade extended
as a suitable barrier, for thew moment, between himself and the toy.
His eyes cooled from their momentary surprise, and began to survey the
stranger before him.

"Who... or what are you, stranger? And what are you doing in my tent?
I doubt your intentions are to simply visit the sick."

On 5/8/06, Daniel Richard <lordperrina at gmail.com> wrote:
> Damn this he thought, why did he get stuck talking to Olwe of Toren of all
> people.  His master actually despised the man to stuck a degree he wondered
> just how much fun Olwe had ruin....
>
>  So he made his move, he was a reporter after all and he recorded much, but
> unlike the other Toys, he was still intact to a degree so he could pass
> through many places without arousing suspicion
>
>  Today was Olwe of Toren day to shine in the limelight, just how well he
> would do with the questions he was to ask.
>
>  That made the Toy lick his lips.
>
>  Ahh there was his prey and now the time of questioning was near.
>
>  "Greetings Olwe of Toren,  may I have a word?"
>
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> "If you burn for Chaos then Chaos will surely burn you into the ground."
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