Rhone sent the following report to TMN:

"We Were Never Here!": the echoes faded softly like the white sand on the beaches of Melabrion's Island. The sand and rock now stained red with the blood of young sasquatch, with numbers low and power lacking, we trio of explorers were left with one option, the mind. With sweat-beading-destine-tactics the healers formed rod-bricks while my bloodblade proved sufficient to vanquish the SAS before they could make us fall. With the sun setting and temperature dropping, we returned to Puddle Isle with our coin purses a little heavier and with the knowledge that MI was safe once more. This is what our time has rewarded us. To believe that we once ran at the sight of great vermine . . .

We now stand proudly before the young sasquatch, blades sharpened and cads glowing . . .

-Rhone,
Clan Destine
BloodBlader
3rd Circle