Thinking On The Fly

DoS Archive · Post by **DoS Archive** » Fri Nov 19, 2004 4:41 pm

From: sarahthestick@aol.com (Sarah The Stick)
Date: 17 Nov 2002 05:44:38 EST

Stick re-entered the Inn basement early Sunday morning, clutching a hammer and a rolled-up parchment. Her first task was to pry open the floorboard where Silphion's apparently worthless rock lay buried. Her second was to post the notice in hand, after which she would step outside the Inn and throw the blasted stone as far as she could and, hopefully, rid herself and the Arena of it forever.

DoS Archive · Post by **DoS Archive** » Fri Nov 19, 2004 4:41 pm

From: sarahthestick@aol.com (Sarah The Stick)
Date: 17 Nov 2002 05:54:59 EST

(Posted)

If the statues are causing all this trouble, leave them.

Overlord, because of you, Charlie is dead, I nearly was, and a baby boy came too close to not having a mother.

I'm calling you out. Thursday night, 9 pm, and if that's not suitable, name a time. You're not getting away with this.

Stick

DoS Archive · Post by **DoS Archive** » Fri Nov 19, 2004 4:42 pm

From: elijahbasiauhr@aol.com (Elijah Basia Uhr)
Date: 17 Nov 2002 10:46:34 EST

::reads the notice about Charlie's death and grimaces. Then notices people keep referring to a set of statues which he turns and notices across the catacombs from himself. Examining them a moment he is not sure what they mean or what they are doing, he shrugs and heads out::

(s) Damn, we lost another hottie around the rings, that stinks.