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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Fenris" data-source="post: 2806375" data-attributes="member: 2820">OOC: Happy first married Holidays Wulf!  <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f609.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=";)" title="Wink    ;)"  data-smilie="2"data-shortname=";)" /> Great First Book. Haskins slowly awake to nausea and cold stone. He managed to crawl to the bucket before vomiting and spent some moments afterwards letting his head clear. As he looked around the cell and noted his missing equipment he thought 'Well, maybe they aren't going to eat us.' He slowly sat up only to feel his head spin again and crawled over to the shaggy pelt to lie still for a bit of a think. 'Well, this is a great bloody pickle now ain't it. Captured by brutish somethings taken god-knows-where and stuck in a cage'. Haskins shook his head 'No, he thought can't get like this, forge on, act like a soldier damn it man!' he chided himself ferociously and forced himself up on to his feet, staggering, but upright to explore his cell. At the iron bars he leans on them for support, his legs still rubbery from the croc's blasts. "They were at least kept in check by some display of courage, if we could get one on their fancy guns.......' he thought. But he was alone, and he had failed Ms. Neilson, of course had she ever actually followed his advice to leave the valley or not enter the portal, he would be here. Standing at the bars he listens for other prisoners and called out softly to them.</blockquote>

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