OOC action, yes!!! Oh yeah and chronicler, sense the Inn keeper character hasn't replied for a couple weeks now, lets just say he's cowering behind the counter, that sound good?
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Billy-ray, his voice panicked, finally stopped squawking. "The outlaws are comin' down into the town! They should be following me into the inn by the...erm...trail I left..." he said in somewhat embarassment.
He quickly ran and ducked under a table, cowering like a little girl.
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(these two aren't temporary characters, just here for the moment)
The two outlaws ran into the town, following the trail left by Billy-Ray. "Haha, that wimp wetted his panties! Lets get him Lary!" shouted the one on the left. "Yeah, lets teach this punk a lesson Fred!" he said to Fred.
Whenever they got past the town's gate, they kicked in the Inn door. "Wheres that odd dung-slingin' clakker?" they said in unison, there guns pointing in random directions.
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Kert looked at the other two outlaws with him and said, "Ok boys, we are gonna bag us some chicken for dinner tonight! Hahaha!" he said with a loud guffaw, which was followed by the howels of the two outlaws with him. They took to a nice jog in the direction of the town. "No need to hurry now, Fred and Lary probably got it under control." He told them, and they nodded in agreement. "Mort's gonna be mighty happy...." Were the last words heard as they left the collapsing house.
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