OOC: This is as good a time as any, so here I go. It's also one of the most innapropriate times possible, which is precisely when I see my character emerging.
IC: In the near-silence behind the pipes, the rapidly fading glow of Hembar's mystic power caught the shadow of a spine. Exhausted and bedraggled, Crunchy inched towards the only source of heat he could find in a fortress of cold metal. A soft thud rang from the floor as the limp form of a Meech flopped down.
Last edited by MeechMunchie; 07-19-2009 at 07:39 AM..
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