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== '''The Coronation''' ==&lt;br /&gt;
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The invited guests from across the realm met that day, June 30th, 2001, at the Trammel Yew Abbey at 7pm EST. They lined up and waited for the Governor-Regent to arrive so that the caravan could begin. After his arrival, Lord-Chancellor Grimrick spoke.&lt;br /&gt;
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Grimrick: All Attention to the Lord Chamberlain!&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: *signals for the attention of the crowd*&lt;br /&gt;
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Ladies and Gentleman, if I may have a moment of your time. We are assembled here this day to begin a journey, and it is with these first steps that we rejoice in the promises of this new era. It is through this journey that we move closer to our dream. A time of peace, a time of unity. A time of leadership, a time of support.&lt;br /&gt;
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We begin this journey as a simple collection of individuals. The roads we will take represent a symbolic demonstration of our unity. This journey, that begins here from Empath Abbey and shall be completed upon arrival at the City of Compassion, signals not the end of our journey, but rather, the beginning of a time rich with opportunities for every citizen. And at journey's end? We shall stand united in support of our Liege, Lord British and his Governor-Regent Dayel Stormcrow. We await the command of the Governor-Regent to depart.&lt;br /&gt;
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*bows in reverence to Dayel Stormcrow*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *arm motions forward*&lt;br /&gt;
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The caravan began. Along the way the Governor-Regent's Herald, Maryia Shadebane, called out his arrival to passerbys.&lt;br /&gt;
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Maryia Shadebane: Forth comes His Excellency, Governor Regent of Britannia, Dayel Stormcrow! All bow and give homage! *grins* All bow and give homage! Forth comes His Excellency, Governor Regent of Britannia, Dayel Stormcrow! Forth comes His Excellency, Governor Regent of Britannia, Dayel Stormcrow! All bow and give homage! Clear the road for the Governor Regent and his procession! All bow before the Regent and his party!&lt;br /&gt;
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Upon arrival at Castle British in Britain, the many guests stood awaiting for the Coronation Ceremony. All head's turned as the Governor-Regent and party arrived.&lt;br /&gt;
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Gar Strongblade: *leans forward and looks down the isle*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel walked up to the dais and faced the monks that awaited him. The ceremony then began.&lt;br /&gt;
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Elder Monk Ryan: *speaks in a loud voice*&lt;br /&gt;
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Sirs, I here present unto you Governor - Regent Dayel Stormcrow, your undoubted Regent: Wherefore all you who are come this day to do your homage and service, are you willing to do the same?&lt;br /&gt;
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Grimrick: I am&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: Indeed I am.&lt;br /&gt;
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Elder Monk Ryan: My Lord, is your Grace willing to take the Oath?&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: I am willing.&lt;br /&gt;
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Elder Monk Ryan: Will you solemnly promise and swear to govern the Peoples of Britannia and of your Possessions and other Territories to any of them belonging or pertaining, according to their respective laws and customs?&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: I solemnly promise so to do.&lt;br /&gt;
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Elder Monk Ryan: Will you to your power cause Law and Justice, in Mercy, to be executed in all your judgments?&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: I will.&lt;br /&gt;
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Elder Monk Ryan: Will you to the utmost of your power maintain the Laws of The Time Lords and the true professing of the Virtues? Will you, to the utmost of your power, maintain within the Kingdom, the force of Britannian Justice as established by law? Will you maintain and preserve inviolate the settlement of the local vassals, with their doctrines, worship, discipline, and government thereof, as by law established in Britannia?&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: All this I promise to do.&lt;br /&gt;
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Elder Monk Ryan: *gives the Tome of Virtues to Dayel*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *Accepts the book*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: The things, which I have here promised, I will perform and keep.&lt;br /&gt;
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Elder Monk Ryan: *speaks to Dayel*&lt;br /&gt;
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Elder Monk Ryan: Our gracious Regent, to keep your Grace ever mindful of the law and the Virtues as the Rule for the whole life and government of the lands, we present you with this Book, the most valuable thing that this world affords. Here is Wisdom; This is the royal Law.&lt;br /&gt;
*Fills Ampulla with sacred Oil*&lt;br /&gt;
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Elder Monk Ryan:By the hands anointed with sacred oil&lt;br /&gt;
*Places oil on Dayel's breast*&lt;br /&gt;
*Places oil on the crown of Dayel's head*&lt;br /&gt;
By the head anointed with sacred oil as kings, priests and prophets and so sanctify thy servant Dayel upon whose head this day for a sign of royal majesty, that he may be filled by thine abundant wisdom with all princely virtues through the King eternal our Lord.&lt;br /&gt;
*places the circlet on Dayel's head*&lt;br /&gt;
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Immediately following the ceremony the crowd burst out in cheers and revelry.&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: All Hail the Governor-Regent! All Hail Dayel Stormcrow!&lt;br /&gt;
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Molly: HAIL!&lt;br /&gt;
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Grimrick: All Hail the Governor-Regent!&lt;br /&gt;
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Lipstick: Hail the Governor Regent Stormcrow&lt;br /&gt;
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Grimrick: Hail Lord Stormcrow. HAIL TO THE REGENT&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: All Hail Dayel Stormcrow!&lt;br /&gt;
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Grimrick: LONG LIVE THE REGENT&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: LONG LIVE THE REGENT, LONG LIVE THE KING!&lt;br /&gt;
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Rhannoch: Hail Regent Stormcrow&lt;br /&gt;
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Maryia Shadebane: MAY THE VIRTUES PROTECT THE REGENT! ALL HAIL THE REGENT! ALL HAIL REGENT STORMCROW!&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: HOORAY!&lt;br /&gt;
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Andrew: Hurray!&lt;br /&gt;
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Velsinn: Long live the king! Long live the Regent!&lt;br /&gt;
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Gates were then provided for the guests to the LFE Britannian Theater and Event's Tower. Guests were greeted by Ce'Nedra Willow with these instructions.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: Please take a goblet from the table.&lt;br /&gt;
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After which all guests gathered to the room seeting and were addressed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: Everyone please find a seat. We will begin shortly. Everyone please remain quiet, those who can not be quiet will be removed. You were all given goblets when you entered and you can see the bartender downstairs to get them filled. We hope you enjoy yourselves this evening. At this time, I would like to present to you Lord-Chancellor Grimrick.&lt;br /&gt;
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Grimrick: Hail and Welcome Lords and Ladies of the Realm. Tonight we are come together in celebration of the appointment of the Governor-Regent of Britannia. This is a most auspicious occassion. In a time of trials, a time when our King is absent from us often we have oft found ourselves bereft of the leadership needed to steer. Now we are one, unified behind the Kings lawful representative. Able to respond to all manner of threats to the Realm and the Virtues. My Lords and Ladies, let us raise our glasses and our hearts in celebration of a new era in the history of Britainnia.&lt;br /&gt;
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Molly: *raises glass*&lt;br /&gt;
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Warlord: *raises goblet*&lt;br /&gt;
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Geri Grungir: *hic*&lt;br /&gt;
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Cogniac: *claps*&lt;br /&gt;
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Grimrick: Long Live the Regent!&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: *raises Goblet*&lt;br /&gt;
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Jormungandr: Long Live the Regent&lt;br /&gt;
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Jeram IronThew: Long Live the Regent!&lt;br /&gt;
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Banon: Long live the Regent&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: Please welcome Lord-Chamberlain Aleph Aeirs.&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: Dignitaries, representatives and emmisaries, our distinguished guests... As Lord Chamberlain to the Governor-Regent, I welcome you all this evening. This eve we have witnessed an event of unprecedented magnitude. You see before you a community united, a community commited. A community prepared for the triumphs and tribulations to come. United, and able to survey and conquer any and all obstacles in our path.&lt;br /&gt;
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*smiles broadly*&lt;br /&gt;
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This is an amazing time indeed. As the assembled dignitaries prepare to approach the Governor-Regent we ask that you speak with Madame Ambassador Willow so that she may honor your attendance with the appropriate announcement. Ladies and gentleman, at this time His Majestys Governor-Regent Dayel Stormcrow is ready to receive you. ALL HAIL THE REGENT!&lt;br /&gt;
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Grimrick: ALL HAIL THE REGENT&lt;br /&gt;
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Jeram IronThew: ALL HAIL THE REGENT&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: ALL HAIL THE REGENT!&lt;br /&gt;
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Jormungandr: All Hail the Regent&lt;br /&gt;
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Karine: Hail!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Thomlinson: HAIL!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: Before we begin presentations, the Govenor-Regent wishes to address the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Thank you Ce'Nedra. Welcome my Lords and Ladies of Britannia. Welcome lords and ladies of Sosaria. I am honored that you could attend me on this momentous day. Let me begin by thanking you for your patience. I am pleased that you were there to witness this occasion. I have spoken the vows and my oath is Truth.&lt;br /&gt;
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*eyes sparkle with joy*&lt;br /&gt;
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Today is a day of rebirth. A day of rejoicing. A day of peace. A new Britannia will rise from the chaos of our misdeeds. Virtue will guide our path, and prosperity will follow. Lord British has shown us the way, and though he no longer raises his voice to speak on our behalf, I will endeavor to do so from this day forward. I cannot convey to you the depth of my appreciation for your faith in me. Together, we shall strive for peace, for bounty and for Virtue. Together we will forge ahead and create a better realm. Together we will right the wrongs and serve the people.&lt;br /&gt;
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*voice raises in crescendo*&lt;br /&gt;
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Welcome friends to a new Britannia, forged in hope, and united by friendship!&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: Long Live Dayel!&lt;br /&gt;
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Warlord: Hear hear!&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: *cheers loudly*&lt;br /&gt;
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Thomlinson: *WILD APPLAUSE*&lt;br /&gt;
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Donovan WarCroft: The Regent has come!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Jeram IronThew: *Horrah!*&lt;br /&gt;
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Grimrick: Hear hear!&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: ALL HAIL THE REGENT!&lt;br /&gt;
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Donovan WarCroft: Hooray!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: At this time we will allow the guests to make first presentation before the Govenor Regent. Those wishing to do so should take a turn by lining up at the far end of the stage here.&lt;br /&gt;
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*motions to the stage corner*&lt;br /&gt;
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Lady Lipstick, Queen of Stormhaven&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Come forward m'lady. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: *smiles warmly*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *bows head and smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Lipstick: Your excellency Governor Stormcrow on behalf of Stormhaven, we wish thee a future of prosperity and peace. We know thy people shall come to know your strength and mercy. The Kingdom of Stormhaven hopes to build a strong bridge of alliance and in honor of this day and the future we offer thee a gift. May thy throne know peace always.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *accepts the chest* Thank ye m'lady for these riches.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lipstick: Thee are welcome Milord.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: We are honored by your friendship and we look forward to the bond of alliance. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: Lord Smogg Azalin, Cult Leader of the Cult of Infernal Necromancy&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *nods in respect*&lt;br /&gt;
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Smogg Azalin: Greetings his excellency, Governor-Regent of Britannia Dayel Stormcrow. I thank for the invitation, I am truly honored. I take it as the first step towards peace and friendship. It is not only a sign of great wisdom that you seek friendly relations with the my cult, but also a choice that will surely mark the lands.&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: *leans forward and listens intently*&lt;br /&gt;
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Smogg Azalin: Despite your vast power, it is still obvious that many areas are complely out of your control. To ensure stability and peace, my cult acts as protecters of large areas north of Trinsic. We defend locals where your brave knights would not dare venture, and see to sick people your healers would never touch. Many vile creature fall to our blades. Creatures that would otherwise be free to prey on the innocents and threaten your very kingdom. It is my hope we can build trust and cooperation so that threats to the lands can be dealt with more efficently. However our expenses are high, esteemed Governor-Regent, and your excellency benefits greatly from our efforts. I find it resonable to request a supply in the form of weapons and spell components to compensate our expenses.&lt;br /&gt;
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Donovan WarCroft: *raises eyebrows*&lt;br /&gt;
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Smogg Azalin: 500 exceptional katanas and 20.000 nightshade. I see that you may be reluctant to help even with such a minor request. But it is my hope we can come to an agreement where we can ensure prosperity, peace and stability in the realm. Thank you for your time his excellency Governor-Regent. *nods with respect for Dayel*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Thank you good doctor.&lt;br /&gt;
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Smogg Azalin: *political smile*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Your generosity is legendary throughout the realm. And you easily show that the truth is spoken when they say Smogg is generous. I shall remember your kindness. I must hesitate on your order however. My quartermasters will need time to fill such an order. There are many forms to fill out... I will ask that our Parliament takes your concerns into consideration when they meet. Thank you. *nods*&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: Fred, Mayor of Skara Brae Township&lt;br /&gt;
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Fred: Dayel, I'd just like to say congratulations on becoming the Governor-Regent. I'm sure you will do a great job. I'd also like to say that I'm still waiting on that friendly duel you promised me *chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Thank you Fred.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fred: From me, and from the people of Skara Brae, I'd like to say good luck, you've got a long road ahead of you. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: I thank you.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: Baroness Molly Teach, Lady Paladin, Britannia Council Knights&lt;br /&gt;
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Molly: Vendui'&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Molly: I would like to say that I am honored to have a part of this Kingdom and pledge our services to you m'Lord. The land we protect as well as any other should you need our blades.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: I thank you Baroness. I accept your fealty, and I grant you the fief of Hedge Run. May you prosper there.&lt;br /&gt;
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Molly: Congratulations to you Magesty. And Thank you Sire.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: And may the realm prosper due to your efforts. And those of your people. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Molly: With you as our Regent it will indeed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: General Banon of the 1st Dragoons&lt;br /&gt;
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Banon: Your excellency Lord Dayel Stormcrow...... I come today to tell thee that you have the unanimous backing both militarily and politically of the 1st Dragoons. I also wish to congratulate you on behalf of the 1st Dragoons and I look forward to our future endevours.&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: *smiles warmly*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: I thank you for your pledge. The bravery of the Dragoons has not escaped our notice.&lt;br /&gt;
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Banon says *nods*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: We are honored to have your support. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: Analeiza, Mayor of Minoc, Guildmistress of the Hunter's Clan&lt;br /&gt;
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Analeiza: Thank you Ce'Nedra&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: *smiles towards Analeiza*&lt;br /&gt;
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Analeiza: Greetings Govenor-Regent Stormcrow&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Analeiza: I come before you today first to congratulate you on a glorious ceremony and secondly as the representative of Minoc. As you may or may not know, our city council is newly formed and diligently working to build a militia to defend our beautiful town against the orcs and savages that roam our streets. I humbly request any assistance your excellency may offer as we build our defenses and I thank you for your time.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Thank you madame mayor. The city of Minoc shall always be embraced by this government. We shall endeavor to protect your citizens. And we offer any further assistance you may need to support the town of Sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: Ryentha, High Priestess of the Cult of the Pendragon&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Come forward madame.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ryentha Watcher: Sir...&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *nods*&lt;br /&gt;
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Ryentha Watcher: ...I would like to begin by saying the land is in need of a leader. But I do not think you are the man for it. No...I know you are not the man to represent a King not the True King anyway.&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: *looks concerned*&lt;br /&gt;
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Ryentha Watcher: The Holy Church IMPLORES you to seek a better candidate. One who would better represent the PEOPLE. Someone who serves the Real King, not a puppet. I have no offense to you, sir.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Ryentha Watcher: But I feel you are in grave sin by folowwing British. Hear this, the day of Repentance is near. I hope you heed its call. Until you do, I cannot support you. The Aird Righ MUST be acknowledged. And until you or your replacement declare fealty...&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: *wipes his face and frowns*&lt;br /&gt;
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Ryentha Watcher: ...to the Pendragon...we will oppose you. It is not your title to take. I am finished.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Your candor is appreciated priestess. I assure you, we will strive to learn more of your ways...&lt;br /&gt;
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Ryentha Watcher: Bit different from a sermon. Thank you...better to represent the people.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: know this, I do not intend to be your king of kings&lt;br /&gt;
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Ryentha Watcher: You are not him.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Ryentha Watcher: He needs representation. Until he...returns.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Nay ma'am, I am not. He has you madame. Something tells me he is well represented...&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *grins*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ryentha Watcher: *smiles spreading her breath and the smell of rotten meat*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: I, however, represent Britannia.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*tries not to grimace*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Thank you priestess&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ryentha Watcher: May I backdown, sir?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: Aye, thy sermon was...refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ce'Nedra Willow: Syrina of the Lia Fail Empire&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Syrina: Hail your Excellency.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: Greetings hostess.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Aleph Aeirs: *smiles warmly*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Syrina: On behalf of the Lia Fail Empire, I welcome thee and all that thou dost represent. We are confident in your abilities to lead us into an era of prosperity and along virtue's path. We are honored to have thee in our home and we hope that you will see fit to honor us with your presence again soon.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: *smiles* I thank thee for thy warm embrace of hospitality. And thy kind words which gladden my heart. I shall visit again, I assure you. The lady Willow is fond of plays I am told. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Syrina: we look forword to that time your Excellency. Indeed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ce'Nedra Willow: Raven Blackwing, Headmistress of the Academy of the Forbidden Lore and Captain of the Vesper Militia&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Raven Blackwing: Greetings my lord.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Raven Blackwing: I come to offer my aid in the line of training for all that may need it as well as to offer thee the aid of the militia when it is needed. The academy is growing and so is the militia. If there be a time we are called on to aid in any way let it be a war or the healing of the sick we are at thine side to serve my lord.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: Thank you for your kindness m'lady. It is fortunate that you have come this day. I have already heard of a need for training and healing and troops. Perhaps you can be of help in the swamps of Trinsic. Poor Smogg's men are outnumbered and lack supplies. I thank you for your courage. And that of your men.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Raven Blackwing: The master will always have thine aid of the academy *nods*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Raven Blackwing: And I thank thee my lord for your time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: *nods head slightly* Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Raven Blackwing: *nods*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ce'Nedra Willow: Lord Wolf of the Knights of Sosaria&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wolf: Greetings Lord Regent. My congratulations on your appointment.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: Thank you sir knight.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wolf: On behalf of the Knights of Sosaria, I hope you know that we will as always support the government of Lord British. I hope you will call on us, as needed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: Thank you sir Duke. I am honored by your oath.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wolf: It is I who am honored. We stand at your ready.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: The Knights of Sosaria shall ever be the stewards of the lands you call home.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wolf: We do try to act as such stewards in the name of good and our Lord.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: We acknowledge your claims of territory and burden you with their protection.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wolf: We will do all that we can, Sir.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: *clasps his shoulder in friendship*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wolf: Thank you, and all the best to you in the future whatever it may hold for us.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Aleph Aeirs: *smiles warmly*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: Thank you sir Duke.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ce'Nedra Willow: Richard, Ambassador of Moonglow&lt;br /&gt;
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Richard: Hail Dayel.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: Greetings Sir Richard&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Richard: Moonglow would like to extend its fondest wishes towards you and the regency. We have always been firm supporters of efforts towards unification and hope this is a step towards a brighter future.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: Thank you sir Richard. It is also our goal to forge closer ties with Verity Isle. We look forward to bringing the citizens of Moonglow closer to Britannia. A permanent bond is our goal. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ce'Nedra Willow: Alec, Alpha of the Pack of the Shadow Caern&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: Come closer Alec. Sir Alec, we did not hear thee; step closer to the dais.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Alec: Greetings from the wolves. We congratulate you on your ascendance. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: Alec friend, I thank you for your kind sentiment.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At this point a special guest was noticed in the audience.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ce'Nedra Willow: Elrios, from the Cult of the Infernal Necromancy&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Elrios: 'ail Governer-Regent Stormcrow. *bows grasciously*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: *nods politely*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Elrios: 'tis a grand pleasure to meet one such as yerself, sir. I merely wanted to say 'ow 'appy I am that ye made it to such a 'igh place in life... An' that I, fer one, wish ye all the best luck in the werld... I was never one fer a good speach but thank ye fer listenin', o' 'onerable regent-general. 'tis all, sir.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: Thank you Elrios. We are always pleased to accept genuine support for our realm.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ce'Nedra Willow: Warlord, Magistrate of Britain, Urban Knight's Journalist, representing Wolfgang, Guildmaster of the Urban Knights.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Warlord: Greetings&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: *nods*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Warlord: I come to offer the services of the Urban Knights. Our tower is located Southeast of the Yew moongate in Felucca. We are a very large guild and will give any assistance to you and Britannia. I also ask of a favor from you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: *grins* Aye friend?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Warlord: My friend, Julius Ceasar, has been turned into an evil vampire by Crystal Ice, Anna's sister. I ask that you help me rid him of the deamon within him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: I thank you Warlord.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Warlord: Before he was a vampire, he was going to form an empire within the realm to assist the forces of light.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: Rest assured, Lord Chancellor Grimrick has the resources of this government at his disposal.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Warlord: I see...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: He, and the learned members of the BTF will find a way to help thee. I am sure.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Grimrick: Elder Monk Ryan knows the method, sir. We will assist thee.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: Then see that the monk has anything he needs from us.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Warlord: Thank you, I greatly appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: We look forward to opening a dialogue with the brave Urban Knights.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Warlord: Just call the Urban Knights if you need assistance, we will send what we can.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: Thank you Warlord.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Warlord: Thank you sir.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ce'Nedra Willow: At this time I need to pass on a message. Nexus Graveheart was here to convey their sincerest apologies to the Governor-Regent for the absence of the Lord Nath Maezeoroth.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: Thank you Lady Ambassador.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ce'Nedra Willow: Annunzio, Mayor of the Trinsic Council of Honor&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Annunzio: Hail, Lord Regent! I wish to convey my great pleasure at the occasion of your coronation and to bring you the good tidings from the people of Trinsic. The Council, in a vote has declared ourselves loyal to you, good sir. May you prosper, as all of Britannia!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: And I to them friend. I thank you for these glad tidings. I shall do my best to further the work you have done in the city of Honor.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Aleph Aeirs: *smiles towards Annunzio*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Annunzio: Thank you, kind sir.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Annunzio: And thank you for this audience. I look forward to working with you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: And I you friend.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ce'Nedra Willow: Xolkug of Orc. *beckons the orc before the Regent*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Donovan WarCroft: *grumbles*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Xolkug: ib et meh turn humie?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ce'Nedra Willow: *nods*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Xolkug: *looks around at all the gathered humies*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Aleph Aeirs: *gives the orc an appraising look*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Xolkug: all ob ju humiez hab tu swear ju lulty tu da Grishnak&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Donovan WarCroft: *raises eyebrows*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Xolkug: nub dis humie king. hrk.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Donovan WarCroft: an outrage!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Xolkug: *looks at the foolish humie weapons*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(The Royal Guards stepped forward with weapons at the ready.)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: Stay your hand my guards.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Xolkug: ib ju eber cum dtu our land meh clump ju mehself. weh nub recogniz disz king. Grishnak ib da unly cheif.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Donovan WarCroft: *clenches fists*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Jeram IronThew: *grits teeth*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: The orcs are as wise and fearsome as they say.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Xolkug: ib ju nub pwedge tu hem be pwepared tu beh clumped. dat ib ull meh hab tu blah.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: Take this token of our respect for thine protestations.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: *places a single bottle of ale on the ground at the orc's feet*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Xolkug: dis pwace smellz ob humies&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *smirks*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Xolkug: *takes the bottlee of ale*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Aleph Aeirs: An orc ignoring Ale? Who would have known it to be poss...aha..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Xolkug: meh tak dis. hrk.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Aleph Aeirs: *chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: *chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ce'Nedra Willow: If anyone else still wishes to present themself please come to the back corner.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ce'Nedra Willow: Roland Deschain Del'Roh of the Tal'mahe'Rah, representing the Order of the Ebon Skull&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Roland Deschain: I would say congratulations...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Aleph Aeirs: *sits taller, narrows his eyes a bit*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Roland Deschain: However serving a fool such as Lord British is nothing to be pleased about.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Donovan WarCroft: *moves in chair*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Roland Deschain: Ah, you look so Lordly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: *smirks*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Roland Deschain: Has the esteemed British been advising you on proper armor shining techniques?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: I thank you ambassador. I hope your daughter is well.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Roland Deschain: Perhaps he is educating you on how to remain invisible to the populace.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Roland Deschain: There is one hope for this, however. Perhaps you shall dissapear as the &amp;quot;King&amp;quot; has. Good eve.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Jormungandr: *snorts*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Donovan WarCroft: *looks for sword*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Roland Deschain: Oh dear, by all means.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: Thank you for your interest...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(The Royal Guards advanced angrily.)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Aleph Aeirs: Easy gents..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: Hold men!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Roland Deschain: Put those toothpicks away, gentlemen.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: There shall be none of that here.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Aleph Aeirs: Now now, no need for hostilities. Everyone take your seat, let's remain civil.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Roland Deschain: Ah, but I am taking my leave.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: The ambassador has said his piece.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Roland Deschain: That is what I thought.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: And even complimented me on my armor.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: *smirks*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Donovan WarCroft: Lord Roland shall see his day soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: Many of the great &amp;quot;lords&amp;quot; that came before him in the Order were lucky enough to see my armor right before they perished.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Aleph Aeirs: *smiles a bit*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: Perhaps he will be an admirer himself.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ce'Nedra Willow: Itenhe of the Black Wind Knights, Shadow Sect Leader&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Itenhe the Cat: Um... greetings.. Sir er Regent..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: *smiles encouragingly*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Itenhe the Cat: I would like to congratulate you.. on this..um.. this assention to the royalty.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Aleph Aeirs: *smiles warmly*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Itenhe the Cat: I'm sorry.. I'm just nervous...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: It's ok friend&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Itenhe the Cat: and.. earlier tonight I lost my familiar..so I'm a little torn up inside...but... I came here to say that.. that though different ideas may arise about the realms betterment..we must all agree that we do wish to make it better.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: *nods*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Itenhe the Cat: And that.. that there are many more that plan upon the more virtous forces and.. those of us you consider chaotic are far outnumbered...Will someone stop that damnable music?!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Aleph Aeirs: *looks around nervously*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: Easy friend&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Itenhe the Cat: *starts breathing heavy, ears back, nervous obviously*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: You were saying...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Itenhe the Cat: And...and that...STOP THAT MUSIC!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: Hold.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Itenhe the Cat: SOMEONE STOP IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Aleph Aeirs: Easy now...easy...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: Please stop the music our friend here is agitated.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(Itenhe sluggishly drew a weapon.)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Jeram IronThew: Lay aside thy weapon, Sir&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Aleph Aeirs: Friend, come..sit down a moment...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Itenhe the Cat: ...........&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Aleph Aeirs: Guards, at ease.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Itenhe the Cat: Only a fool fights when he is outnumbered and out skilled...I am still but a squire.....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: Perhaps we can finish this another time sir, when you are less...distracted.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Itenhe the Cat: I.. I can finish....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: Please do.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Itenhe the Cat: I'm.. I'm alright....but I wish to comment that you have quite the bastard working for you. Cogniac.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cogniac: *confused expression*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: *raises eyebrow*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cogniac: *laughs* Aye, he's got me there.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Grimrick: *chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Itenhe the Cat: Mocking the death of my Familiar for one, then putting me under the implication that I am a fool.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: Cogniac does not represent me sir. But I think we have heard enough.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Itenhe the Cat: Well thats good then...Now...I was saying..that.. well we darker forces are by far outnumbered but maybe one day if both sides can stand to pull their heads from their...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: I thank you sir&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Itenhe the Cat: er.. you get the picture.. that we might make a truce for the betterment of all and that we should work for that...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: I am sure that your Kotare will be pleased to hear how his squire has represented him before the lords and ladies of the realm.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Itenhe the Cat: ........&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: Thank you for your time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Itenhe the Cat: ....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: Others await their moment to speak.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ce'Nedra Willow: Lady Anna, Guildmistress of Britain: The Firm, school for the young.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Anna: Your Grace, while I remain Guildmistress of the Firm, that great institution of learning will remain true and faithful to your rule and laws. I bring to you the gift in knowing all the students who choose the Light shall be taught the laws you implement. Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: Thank you m'lady.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Aleph Aeirs: *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Grimrick: *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: We acknowledge your efforts on our behalf. We shall always support your institution.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lady Anna says *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: Thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ce'Nedra Willow: Spawn, Warrior of Virtue, Sic Semper Tyrannis&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Spawn: Hail Lord Regent.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Aleph Aeirs: *grins*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ce'Nedra Willow: He may be our last speaker this eve.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: Greetings sir Spawn.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Spawn: I wanted to congratulate you on getting such an honorable position. I wanted to say that myself and Sic Semper Tyrannis are willing to help you from those who don't see your way. And I am willing to risk my life for you and for the realm. Thank you very much Lord Regent.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Aleph Aeirs: *smiles proudly*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: Thank you Spawn. Our oath is sacred and we are pleased to help you in any way we can.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ce'Nedra Willow: Lord Cogniac, Legendary Paladin of the Order of the Silver Serpent&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cogniac: Hail, Dayel! I'd just like to congratulate you, Dayel, on your appointment.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: *nods* Thank you sir knight.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cogniac: I remember having had lots of fun with you over the years, sir. Like when we did the Virtue quest together to save Aleph. Hello, there, Aleph. by the way.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Aleph Aeirs: *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: *pats Aleph on the shoulder*&lt;br /&gt;
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Cogniac: And also...hehe...that time...hehe...that time when you drank that entire bottle of ale....hehehe...and you passed out...hehe...and we tied you to that cow.. Well, perhaps I shouldn't divulge that information to the masses.&lt;br /&gt;
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Windlord: *raises eyebrow*&lt;br /&gt;
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Cogniac: Considering you have a &amp;quot;reputation&amp;quot; to worry aobut now and all.&lt;br /&gt;
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Donovan WarCroft: *smirks*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: I think you may have me confused with someone else sir knight.&lt;br /&gt;
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Cogniac: But on a more serious note... Yes, that's right, I have you &amp;quot;confused with someone else&amp;quot; Dayel. *wink wink*&lt;br /&gt;
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Cogniac: Anyway...On a more serious note, I'd just like to say that on behalf of the Order of the Silver Serpent and the isle of Serpent's Hold, that all of us down in the islands of the south are fully behind you in your newly appointed regency. So Congrats, and may your days in office, or reign, or whatever be many.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: I thank you sir knight. OSS has long been the protectors of the South. We are honored by their dilligence and courage.&lt;br /&gt;
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(At this time, a lone man stood up in the crowd and began to make demands of the Regent before his visibly embarrassed guildmates removed him from the premises.)&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: I thank you all for joining us this eve. It is no surprise that things can be this interesting when so many people who don't usually gather together, get to mingle. We are honored by your...&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: *whispers*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Ahh...master Granth?&lt;br /&gt;
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Garrett Granth: Who?&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: You wish to speak?&lt;br /&gt;
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Garrett Granth: *hic* urrr, certainly.. ah.. yes.. I suppose so.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: You may have the last words then.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: Garret Granth, Author at Large of the Guardians of Lore&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: I'll have the Lady Ambassador write out my name later for your notes.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: *grins*&lt;br /&gt;
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Garrett Granth: Well, M'lord Daryl. Errr, Dayel&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Garrett Granth: The Guardians of Lore, with our holdings in the north *hic* you know, those lands there...*hic* *hic* *hic*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Is there more good bard? This is the shortest speech on record for you no?&lt;br /&gt;
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Annunzio: *chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Cogniac: *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;
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Annunzio: Perhaps he has passed out?&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: It seems he has.&lt;br /&gt;
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Elrios: Aye looks it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Cogniac: I do believe he has reached a new level of drunkenness.&lt;br /&gt;
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Annunzio: Aah, so it is.....&lt;br /&gt;
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(Garret toppled over the side of the tower roof.)&lt;br /&gt;
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Grimrick: He fell from the roof.&lt;br /&gt;
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Garrett Granth: *hic*&lt;br /&gt;
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Grimrick: Hope he's alright.&lt;br /&gt;
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Annunzio: Not the first time....&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: That was quite a feat.&lt;br /&gt;
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Garrett Granth: *hic* *hic*&lt;br /&gt;
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(Moments later, he climbed the stairs to the top of the tower and approached the dais once more.)&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: An acrobat as well as an author!&lt;br /&gt;
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Annunzio: *snickers*&lt;br /&gt;
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Garrett Granth: Furthermore!&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: The floor is still yours Garrett... as is the lawn out front. *smirks*&lt;br /&gt;
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Garrett Granth: *hic* I should like to add... ow&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: Ow indeed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Grimrick: *grins*&lt;br /&gt;
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Garrett Granth: *hic* I think I'll just be going to my seat before anything else happens, Lord Daryl err, Daeyl.. Darnely. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;
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Annunzio: *tries to keep a straight face*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Fair enough good scribe.&lt;br /&gt;
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Donovan WarCroft: *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;
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Anna: *chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Windlord: *grins*&lt;br /&gt;
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Garrett Granth: *hic*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Thank you for the send off we are sure to remember. Good eve to you all.&lt;br /&gt;
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Garrett Granth: *hic* I'm not drunk!&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: I thank you once more for your patience and attention. I bid you farewell friends.&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>The Regency Coronation</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Isk: &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;'''The Coronation'''&lt;br /&gt;
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The invited guests from across the realm met that day, June 30th, 2001, at the Trammel Yew Abbey at 7pm EST. They lined up and waited for the Governor-Regent to arrive so that the caravan could begin. After his arrival, Lord-Chancellor Grimrick spoke.&lt;br /&gt;
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Grimrick: All Attention to the Lord Chamberlain!&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: *signals for the attention of the crowd*&lt;br /&gt;
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Ladies and Gentleman, if I may have a moment of your time. We are assembled here this day to begin a journey, and it is with these first steps that we rejoice in the promises of this new era. It is through this journey that we move closer to our dream. A time of peace, a time of unity. A time of leadership, a time of support.&lt;br /&gt;
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We begin this journey as a simple collection of individuals. The roads we will take represent a symbolic demonstration of our unity. This journey, that begins here from Empath Abbey and shall be completed upon arrival at the City of Compassion, signals not the end of our journey, but rather, the beginning of a time rich with opportunities for every citizen. And at journey's end? We shall stand united in support of our Liege, Lord British and his Governor-Regent Dayel Stormcrow. We await the command of the Governor-Regent to depart.&lt;br /&gt;
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*bows in reverence to Dayel Stormcrow*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *arm motions forward*&lt;br /&gt;
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The caravan began. Along the way the Governor-Regent's Herald, Maryia Shadebane, called out his arrival to passerbys.&lt;br /&gt;
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Maryia Shadebane: Forth comes His Excellency, Governor Regent of Britannia, Dayel Stormcrow! All bow and give homage! *grins* All bow and give homage! Forth comes His Excellency, Governor Regent of Britannia, Dayel Stormcrow! Forth comes His Excellency, Governor Regent of Britannia, Dayel Stormcrow! All bow and give homage! Clear the road for the Governor Regent and his procession! All bow before the Regent and his party!&lt;br /&gt;
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Upon arrival at Castle British in Britain, the many guests stood awaiting for the Coronation Ceremony. All head's turned as the Governor-Regent and party arrived.&lt;br /&gt;
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Gar Strongblade: *leans forward and looks down the isle*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel walked up to the dais and faced the monks that awaited him. The ceremony then began.&lt;br /&gt;
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Elder Monk Ryan: *speaks in a loud voice*&lt;br /&gt;
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Sirs, I here present unto you Governor - Regent Dayel Stormcrow, your undoubted Regent: Wherefore all you who are come this day to do your homage and service, are you willing to do the same?&lt;br /&gt;
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Grimrick: I am&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: Indeed I am.&lt;br /&gt;
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Elder Monk Ryan: My Lord, is your Grace willing to take the Oath?&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: I am willing.&lt;br /&gt;
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Elder Monk Ryan: Will you solemnly promise and swear to govern the Peoples of Britannia and of your Possessions and other Territories to any of them belonging or pertaining, according to their respective laws and customs?&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: I solemnly promise so to do.&lt;br /&gt;
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Elder Monk Ryan: Will you to your power cause Law and Justice, in Mercy, to be executed in all your judgments?&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: I will.&lt;br /&gt;
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Elder Monk Ryan: Will you to the utmost of your power maintain the Laws of The Time Lords and the true professing of the Virtues? Will you, to the utmost of your power, maintain within the Kingdom, the force of Britannian Justice as established by law? Will you maintain and preserve inviolate the settlement of the local vassals, with their doctrines, worship, discipline, and government thereof, as by law established in Britannia?&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: All this I promise to do.&lt;br /&gt;
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Elder Monk Ryan: *gives the Tome of Virtues to Dayel*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *Accepts the book*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: The things, which I have here promised, I will perform and keep.&lt;br /&gt;
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Elder Monk Ryan: *speaks to Dayel*&lt;br /&gt;
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Elder Monk Ryan: Our gracious Regent, to keep your Grace ever mindful of the law and the Virtues as the Rule for the whole life and government of the lands, we present you with this Book, the most valuable thing that this world affords. Here is Wisdom; This is the royal Law.&lt;br /&gt;
*Fills Ampulla with sacred Oil*&lt;br /&gt;
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Elder Monk Ryan:By the hands anointed with sacred oil&lt;br /&gt;
*Places oil on Dayel's breast*&lt;br /&gt;
*Places oil on the crown of Dayel's head*&lt;br /&gt;
By the head anointed with sacred oil as kings, priests and prophets and so sanctify thy servant Dayel upon whose head this day for a sign of royal majesty, that he may be filled by thine abundant wisdom with all princely virtues through the King eternal our Lord.&lt;br /&gt;
*places the circlet on Dayel's head*&lt;br /&gt;
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Immediately following the ceremony the crowd burst out in cheers and revelry.&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: All Hail the Governor-Regent! All Hail Dayel Stormcrow!&lt;br /&gt;
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Molly: HAIL!&lt;br /&gt;
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Grimrick: All Hail the Governor-Regent!&lt;br /&gt;
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Lipstick: Hail the Governor Regent Stormcrow&lt;br /&gt;
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Grimrick: Hail Lord Stormcrow. HAIL TO THE REGENT&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: All Hail Dayel Stormcrow!&lt;br /&gt;
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Grimrick: LONG LIVE THE REGENT&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: LONG LIVE THE REGENT, LONG LIVE THE KING!&lt;br /&gt;
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Rhannoch: Hail Regent Stormcrow&lt;br /&gt;
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Maryia Shadebane: MAY THE VIRTUES PROTECT THE REGENT! ALL HAIL THE REGENT! ALL HAIL REGENT STORMCROW!&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: HOORAY!&lt;br /&gt;
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Andrew: Hurray!&lt;br /&gt;
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Velsinn: Long live the king! Long live the Regent!&lt;br /&gt;
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Gates were then provided for the guests to the LFE Britannian Theater and Event's Tower. Guests were greeted by Ce'Nedra Willow with these instructions.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: Please take a goblet from the table.&lt;br /&gt;
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After which all guests gathered to the room seeting and were addressed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: Everyone please find a seat. We will begin shortly. Everyone please remain quiet, those who can not be quiet will be removed. You were all given goblets when you entered and you can see the bartender downstairs to get them filled. We hope you enjoy yourselves this evening. At this time, I would like to present to you Lord-Chancellor Grimrick.&lt;br /&gt;
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Grimrick: Hail and Welcome Lords and Ladies of the Realm. Tonight we are come together in celebration of the appointment of the Governor-Regent of Britannia. This is a most auspicious occassion. In a time of trials, a time when our King is absent from us often we have oft found ourselves bereft of the leadership needed to steer. Now we are one, unified behind the Kings lawful representative. Able to respond to all manner of threats to the Realm and the Virtues. My Lords and Ladies, let us raise our glasses and our hearts in celebration of a new era in the history of Britainnia.&lt;br /&gt;
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Molly: *raises glass*&lt;br /&gt;
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Warlord: *raises goblet*&lt;br /&gt;
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Geri Grungir: *hic*&lt;br /&gt;
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Cogniac: *claps*&lt;br /&gt;
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Grimrick: Long Live the Regent!&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: *raises Goblet*&lt;br /&gt;
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Jormungandr: Long Live the Regent&lt;br /&gt;
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Jeram IronThew: Long Live the Regent!&lt;br /&gt;
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Banon: Long live the Regent&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: Please welcome Lord-Chamberlain Aleph Aeirs.&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: Dignitaries, representatives and emmisaries, our distinguished guests... As Lord Chamberlain to the Governor-Regent, I welcome you all this evening. This eve we have witnessed an event of unprecedented magnitude. You see before you a community united, a community commited. A community prepared for the triumphs and tribulations to come. United, and able to survey and conquer any and all obstacles in our path.&lt;br /&gt;
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*smiles broadly*&lt;br /&gt;
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This is an amazing time indeed. As the assembled dignitaries prepare to approach the Governor-Regent we ask that you speak with Madame Ambassador Willow so that she may honor your attendance with the appropriate announcement. Ladies and gentleman, at this time His Majestys Governor-Regent Dayel Stormcrow is ready to receive you. ALL HAIL THE REGENT!&lt;br /&gt;
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Grimrick: ALL HAIL THE REGENT&lt;br /&gt;
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Jeram IronThew: ALL HAIL THE REGENT&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: ALL HAIL THE REGENT!&lt;br /&gt;
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Jormungandr: All Hail the Regent&lt;br /&gt;
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Karine: Hail!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Thomlinson: HAIL!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: Before we begin presentations, the Govenor-Regent wishes to address the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Thank you Ce'Nedra. Welcome my Lords and Ladies of Britannia. Welcome lords and ladies of Sosaria. I am honored that you could attend me on this momentous day. Let me begin by thanking you for your patience. I am pleased that you were there to witness this occasion. I have spoken the vows and my oath is Truth.&lt;br /&gt;
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*eyes sparkle with joy*&lt;br /&gt;
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Today is a day of rebirth. A day of rejoicing. A day of peace. A new Britannia will rise from the chaos of our misdeeds. Virtue will guide our path, and prosperity will follow. Lord British has shown us the way, and though he no longer raises his voice to speak on our behalf, I will endeavor to do so from this day forward. I cannot convey to you the depth of my appreciation for your faith in me. Together, we shall strive for peace, for bounty and for Virtue. Together we will forge ahead and create a better realm. Together we will right the wrongs and serve the people.&lt;br /&gt;
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*voice raises in crescendo*&lt;br /&gt;
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Welcome friends to a new Britannia, forged in hope, and united by friendship!&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: Long Live Dayel!&lt;br /&gt;
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Warlord: Hear hear!&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: *cheers loudly*&lt;br /&gt;
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Thomlinson: *WILD APPLAUSE*&lt;br /&gt;
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Donovan WarCroft: The Regent has come!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Jeram IronThew: *Horrah!*&lt;br /&gt;
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Grimrick: Hear hear!&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: ALL HAIL THE REGENT!&lt;br /&gt;
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Donovan WarCroft: Hooray!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: At this time we will allow the guests to make first presentation before the Govenor Regent. Those wishing to do so should take a turn by lining up at the far end of the stage here.&lt;br /&gt;
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*motions to the stage corner*&lt;br /&gt;
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Lady Lipstick, Queen of Stormhaven&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Come forward m'lady. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: *smiles warmly*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *bows head and smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Lipstick: Your excellency Governor Stormcrow on behalf of Stormhaven, we wish thee a future of prosperity and peace. We know thy people shall come to know your strength and mercy. The Kingdom of Stormhaven hopes to build a strong bridge of alliance and in honor of this day and the future we offer thee a gift. May thy throne know peace always.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *accepts the chest* Thank ye m'lady for these riches.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lipstick: Thee are welcome Milord.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: We are honored by your friendship and we look forward to the bond of alliance. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: Lord Smogg Azalin, Cult Leader of the Cult of Infernal Necromancy&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *nods in respect*&lt;br /&gt;
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Smogg Azalin: Greetings his excellency, Governor-Regent of Britannia Dayel Stormcrow. I thank for the invitation, I am truly honored. I take it as the first step towards peace and friendship. It is not only a sign of great wisdom that you seek friendly relations with the my cult, but also a choice that will surely mark the lands.&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: *leans forward and listens intently*&lt;br /&gt;
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Smogg Azalin: Despite your vast power, it is still obvious that many areas are complely out of your control. To ensure stability and peace, my cult acts as protecters of large areas north of Trinsic. We defend locals where your brave knights would not dare venture, and see to sick people your healers would never touch. Many vile creature fall to our blades. Creatures that would otherwise be free to prey on the innocents and threaten your very kingdom. It is my hope we can build trust and cooperation so that threats to the lands can be dealt with more efficently. However our expenses are high, esteemed Governor-Regent, and your excellency benefits greatly from our efforts. I find it resonable to request a supply in the form of weapons and spell components to compensate our expenses.&lt;br /&gt;
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Donovan WarCroft: *raises eyebrows*&lt;br /&gt;
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Smogg Azalin: 500 exceptional katanas and 20.000 nightshade. I see that you may be reluctant to help even with such a minor request. But it is my hope we can come to an agreement where we can ensure prosperity, peace and stability in the realm. Thank you for your time his excellency Governor-Regent. *nods with respect for Dayel*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Thank you good doctor.&lt;br /&gt;
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Smogg Azalin: *political smile*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Your generosity is legendary throughout the realm. And you easily show that the truth is spoken when they say Smogg is generous. I shall remember your kindness. I must hesitate on your order however. My quartermasters will need time to fill such an order. There are many forms to fill out... I will ask that our Parliament takes your concerns into consideration when they meet. Thank you. *nods*&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: Fred, Mayor of Skara Brae Township&lt;br /&gt;
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Fred: Dayel, I'd just like to say congratulations on becoming the Governor-Regent. I'm sure you will do a great job. I'd also like to say that I'm still waiting on that friendly duel you promised me *chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Thank you Fred.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fred: From me, and from the people of Skara Brae, I'd like to say good luck, you've got a long road ahead of you. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: I thank you.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: Baroness Molly Teach, Lady Paladin, Britannia Council Knights&lt;br /&gt;
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Molly: Vendui'&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Molly: I would like to say that I am honored to have a part of this Kingdom and pledge our services to you m'Lord. The land we protect as well as any other should you need our blades.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: I thank you Baroness. I accept your fealty, and I grant you the fief of Hedge Run. May you prosper there.&lt;br /&gt;
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Molly: Congratulations to you Magesty. And Thank you Sire.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: And may the realm prosper due to your efforts. And those of your people. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Molly: With you as our Regent it will indeed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: General Banon of the 1st Dragoons&lt;br /&gt;
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Banon: Your excellency Lord Dayel Stormcrow...... I come today to tell thee that you have the unanimous backing both militarily and politically of the 1st Dragoons. I also wish to congratulate you on behalf of the 1st Dragoons and I look forward to our future endevours.&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: *smiles warmly*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: I thank you for your pledge. The bravery of the Dragoons has not escaped our notice.&lt;br /&gt;
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Banon says *nods*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: We are honored to have your support. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: Analeiza, Mayor of Minoc, Guildmistress of the Hunter's Clan&lt;br /&gt;
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Analeiza: Thank you Ce'Nedra&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: *smiles towards Analeiza*&lt;br /&gt;
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Analeiza: Greetings Govenor-Regent Stormcrow&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Analeiza: I come before you today first to congratulate you on a glorious ceremony and secondly as the representative of Minoc. As you may or may not know, our city council is newly formed and diligently working to build a militia to defend our beautiful town against the orcs and savages that roam our streets. I humbly request any assistance your excellency may offer as we build our defenses and I thank you for your time.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Thank you madame mayor. The city of Minoc shall always be embraced by this government. We shall endeavor to protect your citizens. And we offer any further assistance you may need to support the town of Sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: Ryentha, High Priestess of the Cult of the Pendragon&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Come forward madame.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ryentha Watcher: Sir...&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *nods*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ryentha Watcher: ...I would like to begin by saying the land is in need of a leader. But I do not think you are the man for it. No...I know you are not the man to represent a King not the True King anyway.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Aleph Aeirs: *looks concerned*&lt;br /&gt;
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Ryentha Watcher: The Holy Church IMPLORES you to seek a better candidate. One who would better represent the PEOPLE. Someone who serves the Real King, not a puppet. I have no offense to you, sir.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dayel Stormcrow: *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ryentha Watcher: But I feel you are in grave sin by folowwing British. Hear this, the day of Repentance is near. I hope you heed its call. Until you do, I cannot support you. The Aird Righ MUST be acknowledged. And until you or your replacement declare fealty...&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: *wipes his face and frowns*&lt;br /&gt;
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Ryentha Watcher: ...to the Pendragon...we will oppose you. It is not your title to take. I am finished.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Your candor is appreciated priestess. I assure you, we will strive to learn more of your ways...&lt;br /&gt;
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Ryentha Watcher: Bit different from a sermon. Thank you...better to represent the people.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: know this, I do not intend to be your king of kings&lt;br /&gt;
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Ryentha Watcher: You are not him.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Ryentha Watcher: He needs representation. Until he...returns.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Nay ma'am, I am not. He has you madame. Something tells me he is well represented...&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *grins*&lt;br /&gt;
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Ryentha Watcher: *smiles spreading her breath and the smell of rotten meat*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: I, however, represent Britannia.&lt;br /&gt;
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*tries not to grimace*&lt;br /&gt;
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Thank you priestess&lt;br /&gt;
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Ryentha Watcher: May I backdown, sir?&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Aye, thy sermon was...refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: Syrina of the Lia Fail Empire&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Syrina: Hail your Excellency.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Greetings hostess.&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: *smiles warmly*&lt;br /&gt;
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Syrina: On behalf of the Lia Fail Empire, I welcome thee and all that thou dost represent. We are confident in your abilities to lead us into an era of prosperity and along virtue's path. We are honored to have thee in our home and we hope that you will see fit to honor us with your presence again soon.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *smiles* I thank thee for thy warm embrace of hospitality. And thy kind words which gladden my heart. I shall visit again, I assure you. The lady Willow is fond of plays I am told. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;
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Syrina: we look forword to that time your Excellency. Indeed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: Raven Blackwing, Headmistress of the Academy of the Forbidden Lore and Captain of the Vesper Militia&lt;br /&gt;
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Raven Blackwing: Greetings my lord.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Raven Blackwing: I come to offer my aid in the line of training for all that may need it as well as to offer thee the aid of the militia when it is needed. The academy is growing and so is the militia. If there be a time we are called on to aid in any way let it be a war or the healing of the sick we are at thine side to serve my lord.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Thank you for your kindness m'lady. It is fortunate that you have come this day. I have already heard of a need for training and healing and troops. Perhaps you can be of help in the swamps of Trinsic. Poor Smogg's men are outnumbered and lack supplies. I thank you for your courage. And that of your men.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Raven Blackwing: The master will always have thine aid of the academy *nods*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Raven Blackwing: And I thank thee my lord for your time.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *nods head slightly* Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;
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Raven Blackwing: *nods*&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: Lord Wolf of the Knights of Sosaria&lt;br /&gt;
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Wolf: Greetings Lord Regent. My congratulations on your appointment.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Thank you sir knight.&lt;br /&gt;
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Wolf: On behalf of the Knights of Sosaria, I hope you know that we will as always support the government of Lord British. I hope you will call on us, as needed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Thank you sir Duke. I am honored by your oath.&lt;br /&gt;
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Wolf: It is I who am honored. We stand at your ready.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: The Knights of Sosaria shall ever be the stewards of the lands you call home.&lt;br /&gt;
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Wolf: We do try to act as such stewards in the name of good and our Lord.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: We acknowledge your claims of territory and burden you with their protection.&lt;br /&gt;
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Wolf: We will do all that we can, Sir.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *clasps his shoulder in friendship*&lt;br /&gt;
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Wolf: Thank you, and all the best to you in the future whatever it may hold for us.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Aleph Aeirs: *smiles warmly*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Thank you sir Duke.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: Richard, Ambassador of Moonglow&lt;br /&gt;
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Richard: Hail Dayel.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Greetings Sir Richard&lt;br /&gt;
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Richard: Moonglow would like to extend its fondest wishes towards you and the regency. We have always been firm supporters of efforts towards unification and hope this is a step towards a brighter future.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Thank you sir Richard. It is also our goal to forge closer ties with Verity Isle. We look forward to bringing the citizens of Moonglow closer to Britannia. A permanent bond is our goal. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: Alec, Alpha of the Pack of the Shadow Caern&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Come closer Alec. Sir Alec, we did not hear thee; step closer to the dais.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Alec: Greetings from the wolves. We congratulate you on your ascendance. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Alec friend, I thank you for your kind sentiment.&lt;br /&gt;
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At this point a special guest was noticed in the audience.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: Elrios, from the Cult of the Infernal Necromancy&lt;br /&gt;
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Elrios: 'ail Governer-Regent Stormcrow. *bows grasciously*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *nods politely*&lt;br /&gt;
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Elrios: 'tis a grand pleasure to meet one such as yerself, sir. I merely wanted to say 'ow 'appy I am that ye made it to such a 'igh place in life... An' that I, fer one, wish ye all the best luck in the werld... I was never one fer a good speach but thank ye fer listenin', o' 'onerable regent-general. 'tis all, sir.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Thank you Elrios. We are always pleased to accept genuine support for our realm.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: Warlord, Magistrate of Britain, Urban Knight's Journalist, representing Wolfgang, Guildmaster of the Urban Knights.&lt;br /&gt;
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Warlord: Greetings&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *nods*&lt;br /&gt;
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Warlord: I come to offer the services of the Urban Knights. Our tower is located Southeast of the Yew moongate in Felucca. We are a very large guild and will give any assistance to you and Britannia. I also ask of a favor from you.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *grins* Aye friend?&lt;br /&gt;
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Warlord: My friend, Julius Ceasar, has been turned into an evil vampire by Crystal Ice, Anna's sister. I ask that you help me rid him of the deamon within him.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: I thank you Warlord.&lt;br /&gt;
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Warlord: Before he was a vampire, he was going to form an empire within the realm to assist the forces of light.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Rest assured, Lord Chancellor Grimrick has the resources of this government at his disposal.&lt;br /&gt;
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Warlord: I see...&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: He, and the learned members of the BTF will find a way to help thee. I am sure.&lt;br /&gt;
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Grimrick: Elder Monk Ryan knows the method, sir. We will assist thee.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Then see that the monk has anything he needs from us.&lt;br /&gt;
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Warlord: Thank you, I greatly appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: We look forward to opening a dialogue with the brave Urban Knights.&lt;br /&gt;
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Warlord: Just call the Urban Knights if you need assistance, we will send what we can.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Thank you Warlord.&lt;br /&gt;
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Warlord: Thank you sir.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: At this time I need to pass on a message. Nexus Graveheart was here to convey their sincerest apologies to the Governor-Regent for the absence of the Lord Nath Maezeoroth.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Thank you Lady Ambassador.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: Annunzio, Mayor of the Trinsic Council of Honor&lt;br /&gt;
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Annunzio: Hail, Lord Regent! I wish to convey my great pleasure at the occasion of your coronation and to bring you the good tidings from the people of Trinsic. The Council, in a vote has declared ourselves loyal to you, good sir. May you prosper, as all of Britannia!&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: And I to them friend. I thank you for these glad tidings. I shall do my best to further the work you have done in the city of Honor.&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: *smiles towards Annunzio*&lt;br /&gt;
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Annunzio: Thank you, kind sir.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;
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Annunzio: And thank you for this audience. I look forward to working with you.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: And I you friend.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: Xolkug of Orc. *beckons the orc before the Regent*&lt;br /&gt;
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Donovan WarCroft: *grumbles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Xolkug: ib et meh turn humie?&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: *nods*&lt;br /&gt;
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Xolkug: *looks around at all the gathered humies*&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: *gives the orc an appraising look*&lt;br /&gt;
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Xolkug: all ob ju humiez hab tu swear ju lulty tu da Grishnak&lt;br /&gt;
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Donovan WarCroft: *raises eyebrows*&lt;br /&gt;
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Xolkug: nub dis humie king. hrk.&lt;br /&gt;
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Donovan WarCroft: an outrage!&lt;br /&gt;
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Xolkug: *looks at the foolish humie weapons*&lt;br /&gt;
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(The Royal Guards stepped forward with weapons at the ready.)&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Stay your hand my guards.&lt;br /&gt;
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Xolkug: ib ju eber cum dtu our land meh clump ju mehself. weh nub recogniz disz king. Grishnak ib da unly cheif.&lt;br /&gt;
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Donovan WarCroft: *clenches fists*&lt;br /&gt;
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Jeram IronThew: *grits teeth*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: The orcs are as wise and fearsome as they say.&lt;br /&gt;
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Xolkug: ib ju nub pwedge tu hem be pwepared tu beh clumped. dat ib ull meh hab tu blah.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Take this token of our respect for thine protestations.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *places a single bottle of ale on the ground at the orc's feet*&lt;br /&gt;
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Xolkug: dis pwace smellz ob humies&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *smirks*&lt;br /&gt;
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Xolkug: *takes the bottlee of ale*&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: An orc ignoring Ale? Who would have known it to be poss...aha..&lt;br /&gt;
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Xolkug: meh tak dis. hrk.&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: *chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: If anyone else still wishes to present themself please come to the back corner.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: Roland Deschain Del'Roh of the Tal'mahe'Rah, representing the Order of the Ebon Skull&lt;br /&gt;
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Roland Deschain: I would say congratulations...&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: *sits taller, narrows his eyes a bit*&lt;br /&gt;
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Roland Deschain: However serving a fool such as Lord British is nothing to be pleased about.&lt;br /&gt;
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Donovan WarCroft: *moves in chair*&lt;br /&gt;
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Roland Deschain: Ah, you look so Lordly.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *smirks*&lt;br /&gt;
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Roland Deschain: Has the esteemed British been advising you on proper armor shining techniques?&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: I thank you ambassador. I hope your daughter is well.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Roland Deschain: Perhaps he is educating you on how to remain invisible to the populace.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Roland Deschain: There is one hope for this, however. Perhaps you shall dissapear as the &amp;quot;King&amp;quot; has. Good eve.&lt;br /&gt;
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Jormungandr: *snorts*&lt;br /&gt;
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Donovan WarCroft: *looks for sword*&lt;br /&gt;
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Roland Deschain: Oh dear, by all means.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Thank you for your interest...&lt;br /&gt;
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(The Royal Guards advanced angrily.)&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: Easy gents..&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Hold men!&lt;br /&gt;
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Roland Deschain: Put those toothpicks away, gentlemen.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: There shall be none of that here.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Aleph Aeirs: Now now, no need for hostilities. Everyone take your seat, let's remain civil.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Roland Deschain: Ah, but I am taking my leave.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: The ambassador has said his piece.&lt;br /&gt;
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Roland Deschain: That is what I thought.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: And even complimented me on my armor.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *smirks*&lt;br /&gt;
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Donovan WarCroft: Lord Roland shall see his day soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Many of the great &amp;quot;lords&amp;quot; that came before him in the Order were lucky enough to see my armor right before they perished.&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: *smiles a bit*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Perhaps he will be an admirer himself.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: Itenhe of the Black Wind Knights, Shadow Sect Leader&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Itenhe the Cat: Um... greetings.. Sir er Regent..&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *smiles encouragingly*&lt;br /&gt;
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Itenhe the Cat: I would like to congratulate you.. on this..um.. this assention to the royalty.&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: *smiles warmly*&lt;br /&gt;
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Itenhe the Cat: I'm sorry.. I'm just nervous...&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: It's ok friend&lt;br /&gt;
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Itenhe the Cat: and.. earlier tonight I lost my familiar..so I'm a little torn up inside...but... I came here to say that.. that though different ideas may arise about the realms betterment..we must all agree that we do wish to make it better.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *nods*&lt;br /&gt;
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Itenhe the Cat: And that.. that there are many more that plan upon the more virtous forces and.. those of us you consider chaotic are far outnumbered...Will someone stop that damnable music?!&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: *looks around nervously*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Easy friend&lt;br /&gt;
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Itenhe the Cat: *starts breathing heavy, ears back, nervous obviously*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: You were saying...&lt;br /&gt;
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Itenhe the Cat: And...and that...STOP THAT MUSIC!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Hold.&lt;br /&gt;
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Itenhe the Cat: SOMEONE STOP IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: Easy now...easy...&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Please stop the music our friend here is agitated.&lt;br /&gt;
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(Itenhe sluggishly drew a weapon.)&lt;br /&gt;
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Jeram IronThew: Lay aside thy weapon, Sir&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: Friend, come..sit down a moment...&lt;br /&gt;
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Itenhe the Cat: ...........&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: Guards, at ease.&lt;br /&gt;
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Itenhe the Cat: Only a fool fights when he is outnumbered and out skilled...I am still but a squire.....&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Perhaps we can finish this another time sir, when you are less...distracted.&lt;br /&gt;
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Itenhe the Cat: I.. I can finish....&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Please do.&lt;br /&gt;
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Itenhe the Cat: I'm.. I'm alright....but I wish to comment that you have quite the bastard working for you. Cogniac.&lt;br /&gt;
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Cogniac: *confused expression*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *raises eyebrow*&lt;br /&gt;
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Cogniac: *laughs* Aye, he's got me there.&lt;br /&gt;
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Grimrick: *chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Itenhe the Cat: Mocking the death of my Familiar for one, then putting me under the implication that I am a fool.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Cogniac does not represent me sir. But I think we have heard enough.&lt;br /&gt;
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Itenhe the Cat: Well thats good then...Now...I was saying..that.. well we darker forces are by far outnumbered but maybe one day if both sides can stand to pull their heads from their...&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: I thank you sir&lt;br /&gt;
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Itenhe the Cat: er.. you get the picture.. that we might make a truce for the betterment of all and that we should work for that...&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: I am sure that your Kotare will be pleased to hear how his squire has represented him before the lords and ladies of the realm.&lt;br /&gt;
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Itenhe the Cat: ........&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Thank you for your time.&lt;br /&gt;
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Itenhe the Cat: ....&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Others await their moment to speak.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: Lady Anna, Guildmistress of Britain: The Firm, school for the young.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anna: Your Grace, while I remain Guildmistress of the Firm, that great institution of learning will remain true and faithful to your rule and laws. I bring to you the gift in knowing all the students who choose the Light shall be taught the laws you implement. Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Thank you m'lady.&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Grimrick: *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: We acknowledge your efforts on our behalf. We shall always support your institution.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lady Anna says *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: Spawn, Warrior of Virtue, Sic Semper Tyrannis&lt;br /&gt;
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Spawn: Hail Lord Regent.&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: *grins*&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: He may be our last speaker this eve.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Greetings sir Spawn.&lt;br /&gt;
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Spawn: I wanted to congratulate you on getting such an honorable position. I wanted to say that myself and Sic Semper Tyrannis are willing to help you from those who don't see your way. And I am willing to risk my life for you and for the realm. Thank you very much Lord Regent.&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: *smiles proudly*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Thank you Spawn. Our oath is sacred and we are pleased to help you in any way we can.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: Lord Cogniac, Legendary Paladin of the Order of the Silver Serpent&lt;br /&gt;
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Cogniac: Hail, Dayel! I'd just like to congratulate you, Dayel, on your appointment.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *nods* Thank you sir knight.&lt;br /&gt;
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Cogniac: I remember having had lots of fun with you over the years, sir. Like when we did the Virtue quest together to save Aleph. Hello, there, Aleph. by the way.&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *pats Aleph on the shoulder*&lt;br /&gt;
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Cogniac: And also...hehe...that time...hehe...that time when you drank that entire bottle of ale....hehehe...and you passed out...hehe...and we tied you to that cow.. Well, perhaps I shouldn't divulge that information to the masses.&lt;br /&gt;
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Windlord: *raises eyebrow*&lt;br /&gt;
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Cogniac: Considering you have a &amp;quot;reputation&amp;quot; to worry aobut now and all.&lt;br /&gt;
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Donovan WarCroft: *smirks*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: I think you may have me confused with someone else sir knight.&lt;br /&gt;
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Cogniac: But on a more serious note... Yes, that's right, I have you &amp;quot;confused with someone else&amp;quot; Dayel. *wink wink*&lt;br /&gt;
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Cogniac: Anyway...On a more serious note, I'd just like to say that on behalf of the Order of the Silver Serpent and the isle of Serpent's Hold, that all of us down in the islands of the south are fully behind you in your newly appointed regency. So Congrats, and may your days in office, or reign, or whatever be many.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: I thank you sir knight. OSS has long been the protectors of the South. We are honored by their dilligence and courage.&lt;br /&gt;
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(At this time, a lone man stood up in the crowd and began to make demands of the Regent before his visibly embarrassed guildmates removed him from the premises.)&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: I thank you all for joining us this eve. It is no surprise that things can be this interesting when so many people who don't usually gather together, get to mingle. We are honored by your...&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: *whispers*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Ahh...master Granth?&lt;br /&gt;
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Garrett Granth: Who?&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: You wish to speak?&lt;br /&gt;
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Garrett Granth: *hic* urrr, certainly.. ah.. yes.. I suppose so.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: You may have the last words then.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: Garret Granth, Author at Large of the Guardians of Lore&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: I'll have the Lady Ambassador write out my name later for your notes.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: *grins*&lt;br /&gt;
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Garrett Granth: Well, M'lord Daryl. Errr, Dayel&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Garrett Granth: The Guardians of Lore, with our holdings in the north *hic* you know, those lands there...*hic* *hic* *hic*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Is there more good bard? This is the shortest speech on record for you no?&lt;br /&gt;
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Annunzio: *chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Cogniac: *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;
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Annunzio: Perhaps he has passed out?&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: It seems he has.&lt;br /&gt;
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Elrios: Aye looks it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Cogniac: I do believe he has reached a new level of drunkenness.&lt;br /&gt;
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Annunzio: Aah, so it is.....&lt;br /&gt;
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(Garret toppled over the side of the tower roof.)&lt;br /&gt;
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Grimrick: He fell from the roof.&lt;br /&gt;
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Garrett Granth: *hic*&lt;br /&gt;
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Grimrick: Hope he's alright.&lt;br /&gt;
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Annunzio: Not the first time....&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: That was quite a feat.&lt;br /&gt;
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Garrett Granth: *hic* *hic*&lt;br /&gt;
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(Moments later, he climbed the stairs to the top of the tower and approached the dais once more.)&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: An acrobat as well as an author!&lt;br /&gt;
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Annunzio: *snickers*&lt;br /&gt;
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Garrett Granth: Furthermore!&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: The floor is still yours Garrett... as is the lawn out front. *smirks*&lt;br /&gt;
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Garrett Granth: *hic* I should like to add... ow&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: Ow indeed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Grimrick: *grins*&lt;br /&gt;
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Garrett Granth: *hic* I think I'll just be going to my seat before anything else happens, Lord Daryl err, Daeyl.. Darnely. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;
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Annunzio: *tries to keep a straight face*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Fair enough good scribe.&lt;br /&gt;
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Donovan WarCroft: *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;
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Anna: *chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Windlord: *grins*&lt;br /&gt;
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Garrett Granth: *hic*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Thank you for the send off we are sure to remember. Good eve to you all.&lt;br /&gt;
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Garrett Granth: *hic* I'm not drunk!&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: I thank you once more for your patience and attention. I bid you farewell friends.&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>The Regency Coronation</title>
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&lt;div&gt;'''The Coronation'''&lt;br /&gt;
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The invited guests from across the realm met that day, June 30th, 2001, at the Trammel Yew Abbey at 7pm EST. They lined up and waited for the Governor-Regent to arrive so that the caravan could begin. After his arrival, Lord-Chancellor Grimrick spoke.&lt;br /&gt;
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Grimrick: All Attention to the Lord Chamberlain!&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: *signals for the attention of the crowd*&lt;br /&gt;
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Ladies and Gentleman, if I may have a moment of your time. We are assembled here this day to begin a journey, and it is with these first steps that we rejoice in the promises of this new era. It is through this journey that we move closer to our dream. A time of peace, a time of unity. A time of leadership, a time of support.&lt;br /&gt;
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We begin this journey as a simple collection of individuals. The roads we will take represent a symbolic demonstration of our unity. This journey, that begins here from Empath Abbey and shall be completed upon arrival at the City of Compassion, signals not the end of our journey, but rather, the beginning of a time rich with opportunities for every citizen. And at journey's end? We shall stand united in support of our Liege, Lord British and his Governor-Regent Dayel Stormcrow. We await the command of the Governor-Regent to depart.&lt;br /&gt;
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*bows in reverence to Dayel Stormcrow*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *arm motions forward*&lt;br /&gt;
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The caravan began. Along the way the Governor-Regent's Herald, Maryia Shadebane, called out his arrival to passerbys.&lt;br /&gt;
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Maryia Shadebane: Forth comes His Excellency, Governor Regent of Britannia, Dayel Stormcrow! All bow and give homage! *grins* All bow and give homage! Forth comes His Excellency, Governor Regent of Britannia, Dayel Stormcrow! Forth comes His Excellency, Governor Regent of Britannia, Dayel Stormcrow! All bow and give homage! Clear the road for the Governor Regent and his procession! All bow before the Regent and his party!&lt;br /&gt;
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Upon arrival at Castle British in Britain, the many guests stood awaiting for the Coronation Ceremony. All head's turned as the Governor-Regent and party arrived.&lt;br /&gt;
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Gar Strongblade: *leans forward and looks down the isle*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel walked up to the dais and faced the monks that awaited him. The ceremony then began.&lt;br /&gt;
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Elder Monk Ryan: *speaks in a loud voice*&lt;br /&gt;
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Sirs, I here present unto you Governor - Regent Dayel Stormcrow, your undoubted Regent: Wherefore all you who are come this day to do your homage and service, are you willing to do the same?&lt;br /&gt;
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Grimrick: I am&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: Indeed I am.&lt;br /&gt;
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Elder Monk Ryan: My Lord, is your Grace willing to take the Oath?&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: I am willing.&lt;br /&gt;
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Elder Monk Ryan: Will you solemnly promise and swear to govern the Peoples of Britannia and of your Possessions and other Territories to any of them belonging or pertaining, according to their respective laws and customs?&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: I solemnly promise so to do.&lt;br /&gt;
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Elder Monk Ryan: Will you to your power cause Law and Justice, in Mercy, to be executed in all your judgments?&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: I will.&lt;br /&gt;
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Elder Monk Ryan: Will you to the utmost of your power maintain the Laws of The Time Lords and the true professing of the Virtues? Will you, to the utmost of your power, maintain within the Kingdom, the force of Britannian Justice as established by law? Will you maintain and preserve inviolate the settlement of the local vassals, with their doctrines, worship, discipline, and government thereof, as by law established in Britannia?&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: All this I promise to do.&lt;br /&gt;
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Elder Monk Ryan: *gives the Tome of Virtues to Dayel*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *Accepts the book*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: The things, which I have here promised, I will perform and keep.&lt;br /&gt;
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Elder Monk Ryan: *speaks to Dayel*&lt;br /&gt;
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Elder Monk Ryan: Our gracious Regent, to keep your Grace ever mindful of the law and the Virtues as the Rule for the whole life and government of the lands, we present you with this Book, the most valuable thing that this world affords. Here is Wisdom; This is the royal Law.&lt;br /&gt;
*Fills Ampulla with sacred Oil*&lt;br /&gt;
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Elder Monk Ryan:By the hands anointed with sacred oil&lt;br /&gt;
*Places oil on Dayel's breast*&lt;br /&gt;
*Places oil on the crown of Dayel's head*&lt;br /&gt;
By the head anointed with sacred oil as kings, priests and prophets and so sanctify thy servant Dayel upon whose head this day for a sign of royal majesty, that he may be filled by thine abundant wisdom with all princely virtues through the King eternal our Lord.&lt;br /&gt;
*places the circlet on Dayel's head*&lt;br /&gt;
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Immediately following the ceremony the crowd burst out in cheers and revelry.&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: All Hail the Governor-Regent! All Hail Dayel Stormcrow!&lt;br /&gt;
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Molly: HAIL!&lt;br /&gt;
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Grimrick: All Hail the Governor-Regent!&lt;br /&gt;
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Lipstick: Hail the Governor Regent Stormcrow&lt;br /&gt;
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Grimrick: Hail Lord Stormcrow. HAIL TO THE REGENT&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: All Hail Dayel Stormcrow!&lt;br /&gt;
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Grimrick: LONG LIVE THE REGENT&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: LONG LIVE THE REGENT, LONG LIVE THE KING!&lt;br /&gt;
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Rhannoch: Hail Regent Stormcrow&lt;br /&gt;
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Maryia Shadebane: MAY THE VIRTUES PROTECT THE REGENT! ALL HAIL THE REGENT! ALL HAIL REGENT STORMCROW!&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: HOORAY!&lt;br /&gt;
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Andrew: Hurray!&lt;br /&gt;
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Velsinn: Long live the king! Long live the Regent!&lt;br /&gt;
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Gates were then provided for the guests to the LFE Britannian Theater and Event's Tower. Guests were greeted by Ce'Nedra Willow with these instructions.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: Please take a goblet from the table.&lt;br /&gt;
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After which all guests gathered to the room seeting and were addressed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: Everyone please find a seat. We will begin shortly. Everyone please remain quiet, those who can not be quiet will be removed. You were all given goblets when you entered and you can see the bartender downstairs to get them filled. We hope you enjoy yourselves this evening. At this time, I would like to present to you Lord-Chancellor Grimrick.&lt;br /&gt;
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Grimrick: Hail and Welcome Lords and Ladies of the Realm. Tonight we are come together in celebration of the appointment of the Governor-Regent of Britannia. This is a most auspicious occassion. In a time of trials, a time when our King is absent from us often we have oft found ourselves bereft of the leadership needed to steer. Now we are one, unified behind the Kings lawful representative. Able to respond to all manner of threats to the Realm and the Virtues. My Lords and Ladies, let us raise our glasses and our hearts in celebration of a new era in the history of Britainnia.&lt;br /&gt;
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Molly: *raises glass*&lt;br /&gt;
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Warlord: *raises goblet*&lt;br /&gt;
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Geri Grungir: *hic*&lt;br /&gt;
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Cogniac: *claps*&lt;br /&gt;
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Grimrick: Long Live the Regent!&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: *raises Goblet*&lt;br /&gt;
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Jormungandr: Long Live the Regent&lt;br /&gt;
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Jeram IronThew: Long Live the Regent!&lt;br /&gt;
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Banon: Long live the Regent&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: Please welcome Lord-Chamberlain Aleph Aeirs.&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: Dignitaries, representatives and emmisaries, our distinguished guests... As Lord Chamberlain to the Governor-Regent, I welcome you all this evening. This eve we have witnessed an event of unprecedented magnitude. You see before you a community united, a community commited. A community prepared for the triumphs and tribulations to come. United, and able to survey and conquer any and all obstacles in our path.&lt;br /&gt;
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*smiles broadly*&lt;br /&gt;
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This is an amazing time indeed. As the assembled dignitaries prepare to approach the Governor-Regent we ask that you speak with Madame Ambassador Willow so that she may honor your attendance with the appropriate announcement. Ladies and gentleman, at this time His Majestys Governor-Regent Dayel Stormcrow is ready to receive you. ALL HAIL THE REGENT!&lt;br /&gt;
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Grimrick: ALL HAIL THE REGENT&lt;br /&gt;
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Jeram IronThew: ALL HAIL THE REGENT&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: ALL HAIL THE REGENT!&lt;br /&gt;
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Jormungandr: All Hail the Regent&lt;br /&gt;
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Karine: Hail!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Thomlinson: HAIL!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: Before we begin presentations, the Govenor-Regent wishes to address the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Thank you Ce'Nedra. Welcome my Lords and Ladies of Britannia. Welcome lords and ladies of Sosaria. I am honored that you could attend me on this momentous day. Let me begin by thanking you for your patience. I am pleased that you were there to witness this occasion. I have spoken the vows and my oath is Truth.&lt;br /&gt;
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*eyes sparkle with joy*&lt;br /&gt;
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Today is a day of rebirth. A day of rejoicing. A day of peace. A new Britannia will rise from the chaos of our misdeeds. Virtue will guide our path, and prosperity will follow. Lord British has shown us the way, and though he no longer raises his voice to speak on our behalf, I will endeavor to do so from this day forward. I cannot convey to you the depth of my appreciation for your faith in me. Together, we shall strive for peace, for bounty and for Virtue. Together we will forge ahead and create a better realm. Together we will right the wrongs and serve the people.&lt;br /&gt;
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*voice raises in crescendo*&lt;br /&gt;
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Welcome friends to a new Britannia, forged in hope, and united by friendship!&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: Long Live Dayel!&lt;br /&gt;
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Warlord: Hear hear!&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: *cheers loudly*&lt;br /&gt;
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Thomlinson: *WILD APPLAUSE*&lt;br /&gt;
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Donovan WarCroft: The Regent has come!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Jeram IronThew: *Horrah!*&lt;br /&gt;
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Grimrick: Hear hear!&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: ALL HAIL THE REGENT!&lt;br /&gt;
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Donovan WarCroft: Hooray!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: At this time we will allow the guests to make first presentation before the Govenor Regent. Those wishing to do so should take a turn by lining up at the far end of the stage here.&lt;br /&gt;
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*motions to the stage corner*&lt;br /&gt;
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Lady Lipstick, Queen of Stormhaven&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Come forward m'lady. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: *smiles warmly*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *bows head and smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Lipstick: Your excellency Governor Stormcrow on behalf of Stormhaven, we wish thee a future of prosperity and peace. We know thy people shall come to know your strength and mercy. The Kingdom of Stormhaven hopes to build a strong bridge of alliance and in honor of this day and the future we offer thee a gift. May thy throne know peace always.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *accepts the chest* Thank ye m'lady for these riches.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lipstick: Thee are welcome Milord.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: We are honored by your friendship and we look forward to the bond of alliance. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: Lord Smogg Azalin, Cult Leader of the Cult of Infernal Necromancy&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *nods in respect*&lt;br /&gt;
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Smogg Azalin: Greetings his excellency, Governor-Regent of Britannia Dayel Stormcrow. I thank for the invitation, I am truly honored. I take it as the first step towards peace and friendship. It is not only a sign of great wisdom that you seek friendly relations with the my cult, but also a choice that will surely mark the lands.&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: *leans forward and listens intently*&lt;br /&gt;
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Smogg Azalin: Despite your vast power, it is still obvious that many areas are complely out of your control. To ensure stability and peace, my cult acts as protecters of large areas north of Trinsic. We defend locals where your brave knights would not dare venture, and see to sick people your healers would never touch. Many vile creature fall to our blades. Creatures that would otherwise be free to prey on the innocents and threaten your very kingdom. It is my hope we can build trust and cooperation so that threats to the lands can be dealt with more efficently. However our expenses are high, esteemed Governor-Regent, and your excellency benefits greatly from our efforts. I find it resonable to request a supply in the form of weapons and spell components to compensate our expenses.&lt;br /&gt;
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Donovan WarCroft: *raises eyebrows*&lt;br /&gt;
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Smogg Azalin: 500 exceptional katanas and 20.000 nightshade. I see that you may be reluctant to help even with such a minor request. But it is my hope we can come to an agreement where we can ensure prosperity, peace and stability in the realm. Thank you for your time his excellency Governor-Regent. *nods with respect for Dayel*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Thank you good doctor.&lt;br /&gt;
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Smogg Azalin: *political smile*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Your generosity is legendary throughout the realm. And you easily show that the truth is spoken when they say Smogg is generous. I shall remember your kindness. I must hesitate on your order however. My quartermasters will need time to fill such an order. There are many forms to fill out... I will ask that our Parliament takes your concerns into consideration when they meet. Thank you. *nods*&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: Fred, Mayor of Skara Brae Township&lt;br /&gt;
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Fred: Dayel, I'd just like to say congratulations on becoming the Governor-Regent. I'm sure you will do a great job. I'd also like to say that I'm still waiting on that friendly duel you promised me *chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Thank you Fred.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fred: From me, and from the people of Skara Brae, I'd like to say good luck, you've got a long road ahead of you. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: I thank you.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: Baroness Molly Teach, Lady Paladin, Britannia Council Knights&lt;br /&gt;
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Molly: Vendui'&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Molly: I would like to say that I am honored to have a part of this Kingdom and pledge our services to you m'Lord. The land we protect as well as any other should you need our blades.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: I thank you Baroness. I accept your fealty, and I grant you the fief of Hedge Run. May you prosper there.&lt;br /&gt;
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Molly: Congratulations to you Magesty. And Thank you Sire.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: And may the realm prosper due to your efforts. And those of your people. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Molly: With you as our Regent it will indeed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: General Banon of the 1st Dragoons&lt;br /&gt;
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Banon: Your excellency Lord Dayel Stormcrow...... I come today to tell thee that you have the unanimous backing both militarily and politically of the 1st Dragoons. I also wish to congratulate you on behalf of the 1st Dragoons and I look forward to our future endevours.&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: *smiles warmly*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: I thank you for your pledge. The bravery of the Dragoons has not escaped our notice.&lt;br /&gt;
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Banon says *nods*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: We are honored to have your support. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: Analeiza, Mayor of Minoc, Guildmistress of the Hunter's Clan&lt;br /&gt;
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Analeiza: Thank you Ce'Nedra&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: *smiles towards Analeiza*&lt;br /&gt;
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Analeiza: Greetings Govenor-Regent Stormcrow&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Analeiza: I come before you today first to congratulate you on a glorious ceremony and secondly as the representative of Minoc. As you may or may not know, our city council is newly formed and diligently working to build a militia to defend our beautiful town against the orcs and savages that roam our streets. I humbly request any assistance your excellency may offer as we build our defenses and I thank you for your time.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Thank you madame mayor. The city of Minoc shall always be embraced by this government. We shall endeavor to protect your citizens. And we offer any further assistance you may need to support the town of Sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: Ryentha, High Priestess of the Cult of the Pendragon&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Come forward madame.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ryentha Watcher: Sir...&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *nods*&lt;br /&gt;
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Ryentha Watcher: ...I would like to begin by saying the land is in need of a leader. But I do not think you are the man for it. No...I know you are not the man to represent a King not the True King anyway.&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: *looks concerned*&lt;br /&gt;
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Ryentha Watcher: The Holy Church IMPLORES you to seek a better candidate. One who would better represent the PEOPLE. Someone who serves the Real King, not a puppet. I have no offense to you, sir.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Ryentha Watcher: But I feel you are in grave sin by folowwing British. Hear this, the day of Repentance is near. I hope you heed its call. Until you do, I cannot support you. The Aird Righ MUST be acknowledged. And until you or your replacement declare fealty...&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: *wipes his face and frowns*&lt;br /&gt;
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Ryentha Watcher: ...to the Pendragon...we will oppose you. It is not your title to take. I am finished.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Your candor is appreciated priestess. I assure you, we will strive to learn more of your ways...&lt;br /&gt;
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Ryentha Watcher: Bit different from a sermon. Thank you...better to represent the people.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: know this, I do not intend to be your king of kings&lt;br /&gt;
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Ryentha Watcher: You are not him.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Ryentha Watcher: He needs representation. Until he...returns.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Nay ma'am, I am not. He has you madame. Something tells me he is well represented...&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *grins*&lt;br /&gt;
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Ryentha Watcher: *smiles spreading her breath and the smell of rotten meat*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: I, however, represent Britannia.&lt;br /&gt;
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*tries not to grimace*&lt;br /&gt;
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Thank you priestess&lt;br /&gt;
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Ryentha Watcher: May I backdown, sir?&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Aye, thy sermon was...refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: Syrina of the Lia Fail Empire&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Syrina: Hail your Excellency.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Greetings hostess.&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: *smiles warmly*&lt;br /&gt;
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Syrina: On behalf of the Lia Fail Empire, I welcome thee and all that thou dost represent. We are confident in your abilities to lead us into an era of prosperity and along virtue's path. We are honored to have thee in our home and we hope that you will see fit to honor us with your presence again soon.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *smiles* I thank thee for thy warm embrace of hospitality. And thy kind words which gladden my heart. I shall visit again, I assure you. The lady Willow is fond of plays I am told. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;
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Syrina: we look forword to that time your Excellency. Indeed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: Raven Blackwing, Headmistress of the Academy of the Forbidden Lore and Captain of the Vesper Militia&lt;br /&gt;
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Raven Blackwing: Greetings my lord.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Raven Blackwing: I come to offer my aid in the line of training for all that may need it as well as to offer thee the aid of the militia when it is needed. The academy is growing and so is the militia. If there be a time we are called on to aid in any way let it be a war or the healing of the sick we are at thine side to serve my lord.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Thank you for your kindness m'lady. It is fortunate that you have come this day. I have already heard of a need for training and healing and troops. Perhaps you can be of help in the swamps of Trinsic. Poor Smogg's men are outnumbered and lack supplies. I thank you for your courage. And that of your men.&lt;br /&gt;
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Raven Blackwing: The master will always have thine aid of the academy *nods*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Raven Blackwing: And I thank thee my lord for your time.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *nods head slightly* Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;
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Raven Blackwing: *nods*&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: Lord Wolf of the Knights of Sosaria&lt;br /&gt;
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Wolf: Greetings Lord Regent. My congratulations on your appointment.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Thank you sir knight.&lt;br /&gt;
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Wolf: On behalf of the Knights of Sosaria, I hope you know that we will as always support the government of Lord British. I hope you will call on us, as needed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Thank you sir Duke. I am honored by your oath.&lt;br /&gt;
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Wolf: It is I who am honored. We stand at your ready.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: The Knights of Sosaria shall ever be the stewards of the lands you call home.&lt;br /&gt;
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Wolf: We do try to act as such stewards in the name of good and our Lord.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: We acknowledge your claims of territory and burden you with their protection.&lt;br /&gt;
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Wolf: We will do all that we can, Sir.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *clasps his shoulder in friendship*&lt;br /&gt;
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Wolf: Thank you, and all the best to you in the future whatever it may hold for us.&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: *smiles warmly*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Thank you sir Duke.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: Richard, Ambassador of Moonglow&lt;br /&gt;
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Richard: Hail Dayel.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Greetings Sir Richard&lt;br /&gt;
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Richard: Moonglow would like to extend its fondest wishes towards you and the regency. We have always been firm supporters of efforts towards unification and hope this is a step towards a brighter future.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Thank you sir Richard. It is also our goal to forge closer ties with Verity Isle. We look forward to bringing the citizens of Moonglow closer to Britannia. A permanent bond is our goal. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: Alec, Alpha of the Pack of the Shadow Caern&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Come closer Alec. Sir Alec, we did not hear thee; step closer to the dais.&lt;br /&gt;
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Alec: Greetings from the wolves. We congratulate you on your ascendance. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Alec friend, I thank you for your kind sentiment.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: Elrios, from the Cult of the Infernal Necromancy&lt;br /&gt;
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Elrios: 'ail Governer-Regent Stormcrow. *bows grasciously*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *nods politely*&lt;br /&gt;
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Elrios: 'tis a grand pleasure to meet one such as yerself, sir. I merely wanted to say 'ow 'appy I am that ye made it to such a 'igh place in life... An' that I, fer one, wish ye all the best luck in the werld... I was never one fer a good speach but thank ye fer listenin', o' 'onerable regent-general. 'tis all, sir.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Thank you Elrios. We are always pleased to accept genuine support for our realm.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: Warlord, Magistrate of Britain, Urban Knight's Journalist, representing Wolfgang, Guildmaster of the Urban Knights.&lt;br /&gt;
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Warlord: Greetings&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *nods*&lt;br /&gt;
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Warlord: I come to offer the services of the Urban Knights. Our tower is located Southeast of the Yew moongate in Felucca. We are a very large guild and will give any assistance to you and Britannia. I also ask of a favor from you.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *grins* Aye friend?&lt;br /&gt;
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Warlord: My friend, Julius Ceasar, has been turned into an evil vampire by Crystal Ice, Anna's sister. I ask that you help me rid him of the deamon within him.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: I thank you Warlord.&lt;br /&gt;
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Warlord: Before he was a vampire, he was going to form an empire within the realm to assist the forces of light.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Rest assured, Lord Chancellor Grimrick has the resources of this government at his disposal.&lt;br /&gt;
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Warlord: I see...&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: He, and the learned members of the BTF will find a way to help thee. I am sure.&lt;br /&gt;
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Grimrick: Elder Monk Ryan knows the method, sir. We will assist thee.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Then see that the monk has anything he needs from us.&lt;br /&gt;
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Warlord: Thank you, I greatly appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: We look forward to opening a dialogue with the brave Urban Knights.&lt;br /&gt;
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Warlord: Just call the Urban Knights if you need assistance, we will send what we can.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Thank you Warlord.&lt;br /&gt;
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Warlord: Thank you sir.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: At this time I need to pass on a message. Nexus Graveheart was here to convey their sincerest apologies to the Governor-Regent for the absence of the Lord Nath Maezeoroth.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Thank you Lady Ambassador.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: Annunzio, Mayor of the Trinsic Council of Honor&lt;br /&gt;
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Annunzio: Hail, Lord Regent! I wish to convey my great pleasure at the occasion of your coronation and to bring you the good tidings from the people of Trinsic. The Council, in a vote has declared ourselves loyal to you, good sir. May you prosper, as all of Britannia!&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: And I to them friend. I thank you for these glad tidings. I shall do my best to further the work you have done in the city of Honor.&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: *smiles towards Annunzio*&lt;br /&gt;
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Annunzio: Thank you, kind sir.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;
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Annunzio: And thank you for this audience. I look forward to working with you.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: And I you friend.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: Xolkug of Orc. *beckons the orc before the Regent*&lt;br /&gt;
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Donovan WarCroft: *grumbles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Xolkug: ib et meh turn humie?&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: *nods*&lt;br /&gt;
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Xolkug: *looks around at all the gathered humies*&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: *gives the orc an appraising look*&lt;br /&gt;
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Xolkug: all ob ju humiez hab tu swear ju lulty tu da Grishnak&lt;br /&gt;
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Donovan WarCroft: *raises eyebrows*&lt;br /&gt;
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Xolkug: nub dis humie king. hrk.&lt;br /&gt;
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Donovan WarCroft: an outrage!&lt;br /&gt;
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Xolkug: *looks at the foolish humie weapons*&lt;br /&gt;
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(The Royal Guards stepped forward with weapons at the ready.)&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Stay your hand my guards.&lt;br /&gt;
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Xolkug: ib ju eber cum dtu our land meh clump ju mehself. weh nub recogniz disz king. Grishnak ib da unly cheif.&lt;br /&gt;
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Donovan WarCroft: *clenches fists*&lt;br /&gt;
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Jeram IronThew: *grits teeth*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: The orcs are as wise and fearsome as they say.&lt;br /&gt;
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Xolkug: ib ju nub pwedge tu hem be pwepared tu beh clumped. dat ib ull meh hab tu blah.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Take this token of our respect for thine protestations.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *places a single bottle of ale on the ground at the orc's feet*&lt;br /&gt;
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Xolkug: dis pwace smellz ob humies&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *smirks*&lt;br /&gt;
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Xolkug: *takes the bottlee of ale*&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: An orc ignoring Ale? Who would have known it to be poss...aha..&lt;br /&gt;
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Xolkug: meh tak dis. hrk.&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: *chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: If anyone else still wishes to present themself please come to the back corner.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: Roland Deschain Del'Roh of the Tal'mahe'Rah, representing the Order of the Ebon Skull&lt;br /&gt;
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Roland Deschain: I would say congratulations...&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: *sits taller, narrows his eyes a bit*&lt;br /&gt;
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Roland Deschain: However serving a fool such as Lord British is nothing to be pleased about.&lt;br /&gt;
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Donovan WarCroft: *moves in chair*&lt;br /&gt;
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Roland Deschain: Ah, you look so Lordly.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *smirks*&lt;br /&gt;
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Roland Deschain: Has the esteemed British been advising you on proper armor shining techniques?&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: I thank you ambassador. I hope your daughter is well.&lt;br /&gt;
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Roland Deschain: Perhaps he is educating you on how to remain invisible to the populace.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Roland Deschain: There is one hope for this, however. Perhaps you shall dissapear as the &amp;quot;King&amp;quot; has. Good eve.&lt;br /&gt;
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Jormungandr: *snorts*&lt;br /&gt;
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Donovan WarCroft: *looks for sword*&lt;br /&gt;
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Roland Deschain: Oh dear, by all means.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Thank you for your interest...&lt;br /&gt;
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(The Royal Guards advanced angrily.)&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: Easy gents..&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Hold men!&lt;br /&gt;
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Roland Deschain: Put those toothpicks away, gentlemen.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: There shall be none of that here.&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: Now now, no need for hostilities. Everyone take your seat, let's remain civil.&lt;br /&gt;
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Roland Deschain: Ah, but I am taking my leave.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: The ambassador has said his piece.&lt;br /&gt;
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Roland Deschain: That is what I thought.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: And even complimented me on my armor.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *smirks*&lt;br /&gt;
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Donovan WarCroft: Lord Roland shall see his day soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Many of the great &amp;quot;lords&amp;quot; that came before him in the Order were lucky enough to see my armor right before they perished.&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: *smiles a bit*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Perhaps he will be an admirer himself.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: Itenhe of the Black Wind Knights, Shadow Sect Leader&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Itenhe the Cat: Um... greetings.. Sir er Regent..&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *smiles encouragingly*&lt;br /&gt;
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Itenhe the Cat: I would like to congratulate you.. on this..um.. this assention to the royalty.&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: *smiles warmly*&lt;br /&gt;
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Itenhe the Cat: I'm sorry.. I'm just nervous...&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: It's ok friend&lt;br /&gt;
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Itenhe the Cat: and.. earlier tonight I lost my familiar..so I'm a little torn up inside...but... I came here to say that.. that though different ideas may arise about the realms betterment..we must all agree that we do wish to make it better.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *nods*&lt;br /&gt;
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Itenhe the Cat: And that.. that there are many more that plan upon the more virtous forces and.. those of us you consider chaotic are far outnumbered...Will someone stop that damnable music?!&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: *looks around nervously*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Easy friend&lt;br /&gt;
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Itenhe the Cat: *starts breathing heavy, ears back, nervous obviously*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: You were saying...&lt;br /&gt;
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Itenhe the Cat: And...and that...STOP THAT MUSIC!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Hold.&lt;br /&gt;
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Itenhe the Cat: SOMEONE STOP IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: Easy now...easy...&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Please stop the music our friend here is agitated.&lt;br /&gt;
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(Itenhe sluggishly drew a weapon.)&lt;br /&gt;
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Jeram IronThew: Lay aside thy weapon, Sir&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: Friend, come..sit down a moment...&lt;br /&gt;
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Itenhe the Cat: ...........&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: Guards, at ease.&lt;br /&gt;
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Itenhe the Cat: Only a fool fights when he is outnumbered and out skilled...I am still but a squire.....&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Perhaps we can finish this another time sir, when you are less...distracted.&lt;br /&gt;
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Itenhe the Cat: I.. I can finish....&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Please do.&lt;br /&gt;
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Itenhe the Cat: I'm.. I'm alright....but I wish to comment that you have quite the bastard working for you. Cogniac.&lt;br /&gt;
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Cogniac: *confused expression*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *raises eyebrow*&lt;br /&gt;
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Cogniac: *laughs* Aye, he's got me there.&lt;br /&gt;
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Grimrick: *chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Itenhe the Cat: Mocking the death of my Familiar for one, then putting me under the implication that I am a fool.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Cogniac does not represent me sir. But I think we have heard enough.&lt;br /&gt;
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Itenhe the Cat: Well thats good then...Now...I was saying..that.. well we darker forces are by far outnumbered but maybe one day if both sides can stand to pull their heads from their...&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: I thank you sir&lt;br /&gt;
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Itenhe the Cat: er.. you get the picture.. that we might make a truce for the betterment of all and that we should work for that...&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: I am sure that your Kotare will be pleased to hear how his squire has represented him before the lords and ladies of the realm.&lt;br /&gt;
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Itenhe the Cat: ........&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Thank you for your time.&lt;br /&gt;
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Itenhe the Cat: ....&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Others await their moment to speak.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: Lady Anna, Guildmistress of Britain: The Firm, school for the young.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anna: Your Grace, while I remain Guildmistress of the Firm, that great institution of learning will remain true and faithful to your rule and laws. I bring to you the gift in knowing all the students who choose the Light shall be taught the laws you implement. Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Thank you m'lady.&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Grimrick: *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: We acknowledge your efforts on our behalf. We shall always support your institution.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lady Anna says *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: Spawn, Warrior of Virtue, Sic Semper Tyrannis&lt;br /&gt;
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Spawn: Hail Lord Regent.&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: *grins*&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: He may be our last speaker this eve.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Greetings sir Spawn.&lt;br /&gt;
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Spawn: I wanted to congratulate you on getting such an honorable position. I wanted to say that myself and Sic Semper Tyrannis are willing to help you from those who don't see your way. And I am willing to risk my life for you and for the realm. Thank you very much Lord Regent.&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: *smiles proudly*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Thank you Spawn. Our oath is sacred and we are pleased to help you in any way we can.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: Lord Cogniac, Legendary Paladin of the Order of the Silver Serpent&lt;br /&gt;
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Cogniac: Hail, Dayel! I'd just like to congratulate you, Dayel, on your appointment.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *nods* Thank you sir knight.&lt;br /&gt;
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Cogniac: I remember having had lots of fun with you over the years, sir. Like when we did the Virtue quest together to save Aleph. Hello, there, Aleph. by the way.&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *pats Aleph on the shoulder*&lt;br /&gt;
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Cogniac: And also...hehe...that time...hehe...that time when you drank that entire bottle of ale....hehehe...and you passed out...hehe...and we tied you to that cow.. Well, perhaps I shouldn't divulge that information to the masses.&lt;br /&gt;
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Windlord: *raises eyebrow*&lt;br /&gt;
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Cogniac: Considering you have a &amp;quot;reputation&amp;quot; to worry aobut now and all.&lt;br /&gt;
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Donovan WarCroft: *smirks*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: I think you may have me confused with someone else sir knight.&lt;br /&gt;
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Cogniac: But on a more serious note... Yes, that's right, I have you &amp;quot;confused with someone else&amp;quot; Dayel. *wink wink*&lt;br /&gt;
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Cogniac: Anyway...On a more serious note, I'd just like to say that on behalf of the Order of the Silver Serpent and the isle of Serpent's Hold, that all of us down in the islands of the south are fully behind you in your newly appointed regency. So Congrats, and may your days in office, or reign, or whatever be many.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: I thank you sir knight. OSS has long been the protectors of the South. We are honored by their dilligence and courage.&lt;br /&gt;
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(At this time, a lone man stood up in the crowd and began to make demands of the Regent before his visibly embarrassed guildmates removed him from the premises.)&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: I thank you all for joining us this eve. It is no surprise that things can be this interesting when so many people who don't usually gather together, get to mingle. We are honored by your...&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: *whispers*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Ahh...master Granth?&lt;br /&gt;
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Garrett Granth: Who?&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: You wish to speak?&lt;br /&gt;
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Garrett Granth: *hic* urrr, certainly.. ah.. yes.. I suppose so.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: You may have the last words then.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: Garret Granth, Author at Large of the Guardians of Lore&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: I'll have the Lady Ambassador write out my name later for your notes.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce'Nedra Willow: *grins*&lt;br /&gt;
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Garrett Granth: Well, M'lord Daryl. Errr, Dayel&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: *chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Garrett Granth: The Guardians of Lore, with our holdings in the north *hic* you know, those lands there...*hic* *hic* *hic*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Is there more good bard? This is the shortest speech on record for you no?&lt;br /&gt;
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Annunzio: *chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Cogniac: *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;
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Annunzio: Perhaps he has passed out?&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: It seems he has.&lt;br /&gt;
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Elrios: Aye looks it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Cogniac: I do believe he has reached a new level of drunkenness.&lt;br /&gt;
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Annunzio: Aah, so it is.....&lt;br /&gt;
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(Garret toppled over the side of the tower roof.)&lt;br /&gt;
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Grimrick: He fell from the roof.&lt;br /&gt;
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Garrett Granth: *hic*&lt;br /&gt;
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Grimrick: Hope he's alright.&lt;br /&gt;
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Annunzio: Not the first time....&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: That was quite a feat.&lt;br /&gt;
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Garrett Granth: *hic* *hic*&lt;br /&gt;
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(Moments later, he climbed the stairs to the top of the tower and approached the dais once more.)&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: An acrobat as well as an author!&lt;br /&gt;
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Annunzio: *snickers*&lt;br /&gt;
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Garrett Granth: Furthermore!&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: The floor is still yours Garrett... as is the lawn out front. *smirks*&lt;br /&gt;
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Garrett Granth: *hic* I should like to add... ow&lt;br /&gt;
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Aleph Aeirs: Ow indeed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Grimrick: *grins*&lt;br /&gt;
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Garrett Granth: *hic* I think I'll just be going to my seat before anything else happens, Lord Daryl err, Daeyl.. Darnely. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;
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Annunzio: *tries to keep a straight face*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Fair enough good scribe.&lt;br /&gt;
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Donovan WarCroft: *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;
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Anna: *chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;
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Windlord: *grins*&lt;br /&gt;
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Garrett Granth: *hic*&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: Thank you for the send off we are sure to remember. Good eve to you all.&lt;br /&gt;
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Garrett Granth: *hic* I'm not drunk!&lt;br /&gt;
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Dayel Stormcrow: I thank you once more for your patience and attention. I bid you farewell friends.&lt;br /&gt;
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		<author><name>Isk</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>https://atlanticcommunityboard.com/wiki/index.php/Mage_Tower</id>
		<title>Mage Tower</title>
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				<updated>2008-01-01T06:52:57Z</updated>
		
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&lt;div&gt;Last visited by Zerver on Jan 26 99&lt;br /&gt;
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The Atlantic Mage Tower was one of the very first public buildings I ever visited. I visited it even before I began my wanderings.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am QUITE pleased to say that it has been, and will continue to be sponsored by the unnamed ones. I was there early one morning and saw nothing unusual, the next morning *POOF* beautiful furniture.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was also met by Percival, Tiffric, and Wintermute who were all basking in their beautiful new tower.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Mage Tower sponsors many events, and often someone can be found there to answer your Magery questions.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Mage tower has continued sponsorship. The last 2 changes include a Teleporter directly to Leiah's Rune Library, and a Stable master.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now when attending those mage tower events you may stable your horse rather than leave it outside where someone can kill it, or it can wander off. The tower is more full than the photo would suggest. I found people on every level of the tower.&lt;br /&gt;
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Web site: http://www.atlanticmagetower.com/ &lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category:Locations]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Isk</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>https://atlanticcommunityboard.com/wiki/index.php/The_Peninsula_of_Sorrow</id>
		<title>The Peninsula of Sorrow</title>
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				<updated>2008-01-01T06:42:28Z</updated>
		
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&lt;div&gt;'''The Peninsula of Sorrow'''&lt;br /&gt;
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''Artimus''&lt;br /&gt;
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North and east of Minoc lies a peninsula that is to be avoided by the weary traveller. Here, many murderers and thieves congregate to prey on the weak.&lt;br /&gt;
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Though many monsters occupy the area, the riff-raff and thieves wait for the lure of treasure to bring them their prey. If you venture there have a care and bring with thee companions of Virtue.&lt;br /&gt;
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Close this book&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category:Legends and Tales]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Isk</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>https://atlanticcommunityboard.com/wiki/index.php/The_Pursuit_of_Honor</id>
		<title>The Pursuit of Honor</title>
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				<updated>2008-01-01T06:42:21Z</updated>
		
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&lt;div&gt;'''The Pursuit of Honor'''&lt;br /&gt;
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''Artimus''&lt;br /&gt;
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The quest for Virtue starts not in a shrine, or in a book, but in the soul. It is a journey of the spirit through deeper and darker places than can be found in Britannia.&lt;br /&gt;
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The struggle is to maintain Honor even when the spirit of all those around you is dark and lothsome.&lt;br /&gt;
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When there are naught but Murder's and cut-throat at every turn. Then it is time to steel yourself and refuse to give up Honor. Only then can one claim to be a true student of the virtues.&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category:Legends and Tales]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Isk</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>https://atlanticcommunityboard.com/wiki/index.php/The_Crystall_Ball</id>
		<title>The Crystall Ball</title>
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				<updated>2008-01-01T06:42:14Z</updated>
		
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&lt;div&gt;'''The Crystall Ball'''&lt;br /&gt;
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''Faey''&lt;br /&gt;
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By Nature I am a ranger... I enjoy the great outdoors.... Communing with nature and all its beauty.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lately those same woods that I so much love, have been besieged by horrors of monsters. It's not my female repugnation towards these beasts but their hatred toward humanity. They must be destroyed or I fear the outcome of our civilization and life as we know it.&lt;br /&gt;
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I happened a visit to Minoc just yesterday... An experience I hope not to duplicate. The woods had been overcome by ettins and orcs, so I decided to do a little mining (I know a lady should not pick such strenuous labor, but a living I must make).&lt;br /&gt;
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As I got into the bit of mining some stranger began attacking my horse. Shocked as I was I managed to defend my stallion barely with its life. Soon after, thieves swarmed the area.... Work had to be stopped for the day. I left for home - Yew.&lt;br /&gt;
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My welcome was received by an unwarranted attack by an air elemental. Upon which my life ceased to exist.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am in search of a crystall ball..... I heard that within lies the power to subdue these beasts.... And I will not stop 'til I find that crystal ball... Shall you happen to come across it before I do... Guard it with your life... And learn from it.&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category:Legends and Tales]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Isk</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>https://atlanticcommunityboard.com/wiki/index.php/Britannia%27s_Jewel</id>
		<title>Britannia's Jewel</title>
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				<updated>2008-01-01T06:42:06Z</updated>
		
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&lt;div&gt;'''Britannia's Jewel'''&lt;br /&gt;
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''Glenn Benton''&lt;br /&gt;
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Many scramble for riches of the land.... None have found it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yet some have gold. Some have power. But none have the ultimate object; the key to this world. It's not as far away as you think. On the other hand maybe it is.&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;
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What's it to the people currently living in this world. Most of which seem dishonorable anyway. Even nobles and nobility don't deserve to know what it is. They may seem to be honorable. They may seem to be friendly. They all want the same thing... Power and money.&lt;br /&gt;
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It's too bad there is no one worthy of the secret I hold. So I shall have fun with it !! Maybe in the future I will leave a clue. That is if you're not stabbed in the back along the way.&lt;br /&gt;
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'''Glenn Benton'''&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category:Legends and Tales]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Isk</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>https://atlanticcommunityboard.com/wiki/index.php/Tailoring_for_dummies</id>
		<title>Tailoring for dummies</title>
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				<updated>2008-01-01T06:41:58Z</updated>
		
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&lt;div&gt;'''Tailoring for dummies'''&lt;br /&gt;
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''Style McFop''&lt;br /&gt;
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Tailoring seems rather difficult at first in this town, but if you follow these rules, you too can get rich quickly.&lt;br /&gt;
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First of all, find a tailor shop. Once it's done, try to find specials on thread. With the thread you too can begin to make designer clothing. Of course you can buy the pre-made cloth, but it is very expensive.&lt;br /&gt;
Simply put the thread on the loom to make the cloth. It will typically take 5 bundles of threads for one bolt of cloth.&lt;br /&gt;
After that, make fancy shirts and sell them. When the tailor can't afford anymore, do the same with robes and dresses. At last, make as many skullcaps as possible. Skullcaps require very little material and they can be sold at both the tailor's shop and the provisioner. With whatever you can't sew, make bandages with you scissors to sell at the healer's shop.&lt;br /&gt;
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That's it... In no time you will be rich and famous like me.&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category:Legends and Tales]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Isk</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>https://atlanticcommunityboard.com/wiki/index.php/Tales_of_the_Outlaw_Immortal_Part_1</id>
		<title>Tales of the Outlaw Immortal Part 1</title>
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				<updated>2008-01-01T06:41:49Z</updated>
		
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&lt;div&gt;'''Tales of the Outlaw Immortal Part 1'''&lt;br /&gt;
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''Prince Silkk''&lt;br /&gt;
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The stormy night lit the cave with the winds burning out the fire every time the man known as Kuzma lit them, a woman in labor and the cold sweeping through the cave.&lt;br /&gt;
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Panic grew to the man's face as he had no choice but to delived his son on his own. For the man was outlawed from all towns for his stealing. His Wife Silver who followed Kuzma through thick and thin left with him. They lived as outlaws with nowhere to go. Finally, as the sun rose, the child was born, and the mother and father rejoiced naming the boy Silkk.&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category:Legends and Tales]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Isk</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>https://atlanticcommunityboard.com/wiki/index.php/The_Grand_Shield</id>
		<title>The Grand Shield</title>
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				<updated>2008-01-01T06:41:37Z</updated>
		
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&lt;div&gt;'''The Grand Shield'''&lt;br /&gt;
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''LM Montague''&lt;br /&gt;
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Upon my travels, I happened upon many foul beings and murderous humans whom I slayed rigorously. Having done this so often, I have since earned a title of Great Lord. It was time to receive the Virtue Shield held by those whom I had for so long admired and aspired to be like.&lt;br /&gt;
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'Twas a wonderous day for me. I arrived via a marked rune provided by my new friend Darwin, whom had already achieved this status some time before. This was the first time I have ever set foot within the great Virtue Palace. After settling down from recalling, we set upon finding a guard from whom I could get my shield. After several attempts, we found one by the name of Ashby. I said the honored words «Virtue Guard». Ashby responded by asking if I was up to the challenge of being a Virtue Guard. «Yea,» was my reply. Ashby congratulated me and placed the Virtue Shield in my backpack. I then equipped the Shield, and felt its sense of power, Honor and greatness flowing through me. I was now a Virtue Guard.&lt;br /&gt;
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Me and Darwin then took a small tour of the palace. I must say, truly tis the most fantastic place in all the land. However, I have seen more comfortable thrones...&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category:Legends and Tales]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Isk</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>https://atlanticcommunityboard.com/wiki/index.php/Just_a_Book</id>
		<title>Just a Book</title>
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				<updated>2008-01-01T06:41:30Z</updated>
		
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&lt;div&gt;'''Just a Book'''&lt;br /&gt;
''Roop Dirump, Bard''&lt;br /&gt;
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The sheep bray, wind soft across they and the old man. He chewed on a bit o'grass, content he was to lean back on one frail arm, long legs like branches now of the damp log he sat upon. His eyes twinkled once in a while, the wind wagging a tuft of his grey hair to and fro' cross his brow. He stared out at the sea, had been staring for hours nay a movement, save that of his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;
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Squatting here for days he had, and would be for many more, eventually noticing his hunger and choosing to chew some bread rather than some dying grass stalk, as always.&lt;br /&gt;
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The old man didth not jump when he heard the voice, but his eyes darted.&lt;br /&gt;
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«Uncle Gremio !»&lt;br /&gt;
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'Twas the voice of Fernwig, long dead sister's son. «O ye be here, I knew you would ! Thank the Great Serpents !»&lt;br /&gt;
«Aye,» he croaked, then swallowed. Gremio pulled out a flask of ale and uncorked it.&lt;br /&gt;
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«I knew ye would be here ! Always watching the wool grow !»&lt;br /&gt;
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Gremio leaned forward and sipped. «I hath not noticed... Be it time for...» He squinted. «Nay, boy, not time to be shorne.» He hiccuped softly.&lt;br /&gt;
«But look ! Hath thou not noticed  ?» The young man thumped his chest wildly.&lt;br /&gt;
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Gremio turned his head slowly and looked the boy over. He was wearing the distinctive grey robe of the dead. Old Gremio then closed hies eyes and let his chin drop to his chest. «Ye have the aura of a thing gone bad, boy. What hast thou done now ?»&lt;br /&gt;
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Fernwig, Gremio remembered, long long ago, back in the times when children still existed, been always the same. Gremio remembered the boy all red in the face, glowing with pride and o'r'evil, the blood of a neighbour's chicken soiling his hands and very soul itself. Gremio recalled those times well, though so many a year blended into another. Gremio's father died of old age ! And children been born and grew. Strange times come now, and old Gremio be uncertain how many a year it hath been.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now no one be borne, no children, and no one really dies. Gremio thought at first this wouldst be fine, back when Nystul didth initially explain it, but he still doth not understand it, and doth not like what it hath caused... to people like his young nephew. «...guild ain't a chance ! But we doth returned with more ! And they paid, uncle ! They doth pay the price !»&lt;br /&gt;
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Gremio held up a hand. So many times he been storied such as this, he doth not wish to hear it yet again. «Let me askest thee something, my boy.»&lt;br /&gt;
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Fernwig didth stop, mouth still open, ans chest heaving with the excitement of his own tale.&lt;br /&gt;
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«How many a time hath thou died ? How many boy ? Likely be many as our ancestors --»&lt;br /&gt;
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«Haven't thine ears been on ye head, uncle ?» Fernwig cried, rolling his eys. «They come ! I needest thee to open a gate to town ! And I needest gold to get myself reequiped !»&lt;br /&gt;
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«Come ? Who doth come ?» Gremio asked, sitting up. Suddenly the old shepherd instinct madeth his blood rise.&lt;br /&gt;
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«,The guild !»&lt;br /&gt;
«Boy, thou art indeed a fool !» Gremio said. His legs creaked as if they be as wooden as the log they been so much a part of, after so many a day. «Ye may call it all a game, but this be me flock  ! And I shant ye playing ye fool -- disrespectful of life -- Fool games here !»&lt;br /&gt;
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Fernwig stuttered a moment. «I-I sorry Uncle Gremio -- but I came, but er, I hath but nowhere to go.»&lt;br /&gt;
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«Damn thee ! Ye hath no fear of death ! Ye should have walked as one of the dead to yonder towne !» Gremio counted his sheep, then leaned his crook on the log. The old man raised his arms, then made intricate yet invisible patterns in the air before him. «Vas Rel Por», he whispered, and at once there be a flash and a blue shimmering portal rose from the earth. He hastily grabbed his crook and began herding his flock through the portal.&lt;br /&gt;
«Ye best go yerself,» Gremio hissed.&lt;br /&gt;
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«I stay and help !» Fernwig said. «You fightest them with magic !»&lt;br /&gt;
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«Fight ? With magic ? Bah !» Gremio snorted, wielding his crook like a scyth. As if on some daemonic cue, three figures upon horseback rose the crest of the hill. Gremio gazed at them, frozen a moment. He had not seen such auras in a very long time, for these were dread lords, vile murderers, faces hidden beneath polished plate helms.&lt;br /&gt;
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«Damn !» Gremio said, feeling his body tremble from the force of magic. His reflective spell took the brunt of it, and collapsed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Insanely, Gremio wondered how very long it had been when he had placed that spell on himself. He gripped his crook, unsure wether to drop it and cast another reflective spell or save the last of his flock. He brought the crook down on the rump of a sheep with such force it may have snapped. The beast brayed in fear and ran for the portal, just as it snapped shut.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fernwig rolled his head back and screeched, his voice cracking. Fingers outstretched like a lich's, he reared back once and charged the three men, who said not a word, save those of magic. «Damn thee !» Fernwig screamed. «Damn thee to the void, scoundrels !» One man's helm tilted downward at Fernwig. Saying not a word, the man did pull a halberd from his back. He swung it once in a wide arc, smasking Fernwig's skull.&lt;br /&gt;
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The death-blow never brings the pain, say, of a simple wound. Nay, the dead-blow is, in fact, quite painless.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fernwig was lying on the grass, and the grass was in him.&lt;br /&gt;
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He slowly rose upwards, and glanced down at his corpse. Hideous, he could not even recognize his own face. The three horsemen, heard Fernwig, traveling away and down the hill whence they came. «They leave !» Fernwig howled. He turned, and saw the body of his uncle Gremio, small rivlets of smoke rising from it. «The sheep be saved !» Fernwig wailed. «Uncle ? Where be ye ? Through the portal, aye !»&lt;br /&gt;
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But Fernwig never found his uncle, in spirit nor flesh. And as the years didth pass, and he sat on that log on the hill, he oft wondered if the Great Serpents had heard his uncle's gruff complaints that death held no meaning, that death be nay really death at all anymore, and if... Perhaps they had granted that which Gremio had really wanted afterall, a real death -- perhaps somewhere with children. Fernwig doth count the sheep now, and wonders if he mightest find it one day, too.&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category:Legends and Tales]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Isk</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>https://atlanticcommunityboard.com/wiki/index.php/The_Noble_Values_of_the_Land</id>
		<title>The Noble Values of the Land</title>
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				<updated>2008-01-01T06:41:20Z</updated>
		
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&lt;div&gt;'''The Noble Values of the Land'''&lt;br /&gt;
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''Dyer''&lt;br /&gt;
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Hail Fellow adventurer of the realm... I am Dyer of the Guardians of Honor -- I found the secret entrance just as ye and welcome all to this most special of rooms within the castle.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have long been known for my dis -taste of nobility- having been taken advantage of by so maby yet today I was surprised to find one whom is both noble and honest (methinks).&lt;br /&gt;
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Living in such a harsh land as ours one is apt to forget that there are a few left in the realm that are indeed deserving of their noble titles...&lt;br /&gt;
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One such fair maiden is the famed Rianna Brynn of the TK guild...&lt;br /&gt;
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I hath done her a great injustice on this day, and will strive to uphold the honor throughout the land that she most nobly represents....&lt;br /&gt;
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I would ask others to uphold their noble titles and act accordingly....&lt;br /&gt;
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I myself will strive to uphold the standards set by such noble personages as her...&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category:Legends and Tales]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Isk</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>https://atlanticcommunityboard.com/wiki/index.php/CrawWorth%27s_Journal</id>
		<title>CrawWorth's Journal</title>
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				<updated>2008-01-01T06:41:05Z</updated>
		
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&lt;div&gt;'''A Journal'''&lt;br /&gt;
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''CrawWorth''&lt;br /&gt;
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I have begun this journal as pieces of information begin to fit together. 'Tis my hope that this will be of aid to ye.&lt;br /&gt;
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Though my captivity was some weeks ago, I happened to loose an important bit of memory. During the last few days I was held, some high ranking members had been to see me. I was half passed out from beatings and lack of food. Mayhap I had even been mildly poisoned to help them better able to control me. Thinking I could not hear and unable to speak freely in front of mine guards, their conversation took place in my quarters. I will scribe what I recall of their words :&lt;br /&gt;
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We waste time looking to that long dead fool for guidance. We know now from whom he received the spell. Any fool could have been in his place. We must not appear as such.&lt;br /&gt;
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Aye, 'tis quite true. All must know we are following a specific path - not blindly lashing in ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ye both know my mind on this. 'Tis why this meddler shall live. When he regains his mind, he will tell all of our new determination. As well as our new name - The Followers of Armageddon.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As I ink this, I now realize that they were referring to me, CrawWorth, as the meddler who will announce this new name for them. Perhaps their renewed vision will provide the insight they seek, but 'tis my thought that they are but knaves with a longer name.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I have finally stumbled upon a source of information that could lead me directly to the Followers of Armageddon. Ironically, it was greed which brought him to me. Thraal Veese, a wretched thug, approached me soon after the earthquakes. He told me he could show me a meeting place the Followers of Armageddon use. He also wasted little time before naming his price. A hefty sum of gold. I was able to talk him down a bit, before I finally agreed to his price. I could not afford to let such a strong potential clue pass me by. Plus, if he was conning me, it would be an easy thing to exact justice against Thraal.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am telling ye this so that ye might continue searching for the Followers of Armageddon in mine absence. Thraal told me I could find him at the Shattered Skull tavern. Seek him there. Mention my name and that ye seek the same information in my place. He has already been given his gold, so don't let him try to squeeze more gold out of thee. Tell him that you know he has been paid ! Thank ye, and good luck in finding the Followers of Armageddon.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
''-CrawWorth''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Historical Documents]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Isk</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>https://atlanticcommunityboard.com/wiki/index.php/CrawWorth%27s_Journal</id>
		<title>CrawWorth's Journal</title>
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				<updated>2008-01-01T06:40:48Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Isk: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'''A Journal'''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
''CrawWorth''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I have begun this journal as pieces of information begin to fit together. 'Tis my hope that this will be of aid to ye.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Though my captivity was some weeks ago, I happened to loose an important bit of memory. During the last few days I was held, some high ranking members had been to see me. I was half passed out from beatings and lack of food. Mayhap I had even been mildly poisoned to help them better able to control me. Thinking I could not hear and unable to speak freely in front of mine guards, their conversation took place in my quarters. I will scribe what I recall of their words :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We waste time looking to that long dead fool for guidance. We know now from whom he received the spell. Any fool could have been in his place. We must not appear as such.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Aye, 'tis quite true. All must know we are following a specific path - not blindly lashing in ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ye both know my mind on this. 'Tis why this meddler shall live. When he regains his mind, he will tell all of our new determination. As well as our new name - The Followers of Armageddon.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As I ink this, I now realize that they were referring to me, CrawWorth, as the meddler who will announce this new name for them. Perhaps their renewed vision will provide the insight they seek, but 'tis my thought that they are but knaves with a longer name.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I have finally stumbled upon a source of information that could lead me directly to the Followers of Armageddon. Ironically, it was greed which brought him to me. Thraal Veese, a wretched thug, approached me soon after the earthquakes. He told me he could show me a meeting place the Followers of Armageddon use. He also wasted little time before naming his price. A hefty sum of gold. I was able to talk him down a bit, before I finally agreed to his price. I could not afford to let such a strong potential clue pass me by. Plus, if he was conning me, it would be an easy thing to exact justice against Thraal.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am telling ye this so that ye might continue searching for the Followers of Armageddon in mine absence. Thraal told me I could find him at the Shattered Skull tavern. Seek him there. Mention my name and that ye seek the same information in my place. He has already been given his gold, so don't let him try to squeeze more gold out of thee. Tell him that you know he has been paid ! Thank ye, and good luck in finding the Followers of Armageddon.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
''-CrawWorth''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Historical]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Isk</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>https://atlanticcommunityboard.com/wiki/index.php/CrawWorth%27s_Journal</id>
		<title>CrawWorth's Journal</title>
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				<updated>2008-01-01T06:40:37Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Isk: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'''A Journal'''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
''CrawWorth''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I have begun this journal as pieces of information begin to fit together. 'Tis my hope that this will be of aid to ye.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Though my captivity was some weeks ago, I happened to loose an important bit of memory. During the last few days I was held, some high ranking members had been to see me. I was half passed out from beatings and lack of food. Mayhap I had even been mildly poisoned to help them better able to control me. Thinking I could not hear and unable to speak freely in front of mine guards, their conversation took place in my quarters. I will scribe what I recall of their words :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We waste time looking to that long dead fool for guidance. We know now from whom he received the spell. Any fool could have been in his place. We must not appear as such.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Aye, 'tis quite true. All must know we are following a specific path - not blindly lashing in ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ye both know my mind on this. 'Tis why this meddler shall live. When he regains his mind, he will tell all of our new determination. As well as our new name - The Followers of Armageddon.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As I ink this, I now realize that they were referring to me, CrawWorth, as the meddler who will announce this new name for them. Perhaps their renewed vision will provide the insight they seek, but 'tis my thought that they are but knaves with a longer name.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I have finally stumbled upon a source of information that could lead me directly to the Followers of Armageddon. Ironically, it was greed which brought him to me. Thraal Veese, a wretched thug, approached me soon after the earthquakes. He told me he could show me a meeting place the Followers of Armageddon use. He also wasted little time before naming his price. A hefty sum of gold. I was able to talk him down a bit, before I finally agreed to his price. I could not afford to let such a strong potential clue pass me by. Plus, if he was conning me, it would be an easy thing to exact justice against Thraal.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am telling ye this so that ye might continue searching for the Followers of Armageddon in mine absence. Thraal told me I could find him at the Shattered Skull tavern. Seek him there. Mention my name and that ye seek the same information in my place. He has already been given his gold, so don't let him try to squeeze more gold out of thee. Tell him that you know he has been paid ! Thank ye, and good luck in finding the Followers of Armageddon.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
''-CrawWorth''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:History]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Isk</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>https://atlanticcommunityboard.com/wiki/index.php/The_Peninsula_of_Sorrow</id>
		<title>The Peninsula of Sorrow</title>
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				<updated>2008-01-01T06:40:20Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Isk: New page: '''The Peninsula of Sorrow'''  ''Artimus''  North and east of Minoc lies a peninsula that is to be avoided by the weary traveller. Here, many murderers and thieves congregate to prey on th...&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;'''The Peninsula of Sorrow'''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
''Artimus''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
North and east of Minoc lies a peninsula that is to be avoided by the weary traveller. Here, many murderers and thieves congregate to prey on the weak.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Though many monsters occupy the area, the riff-raff and thieves wait for the lure of treasure to bring them their prey. If you venture there have a care and bring with thee companions of Virtue.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Close this book&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Isk</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>https://atlanticcommunityboard.com/wiki/index.php/The_Pursuit_of_Honor</id>
		<title>The Pursuit of Honor</title>
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				<updated>2008-01-01T06:39:49Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Isk: New page: '''The Pursuit of Honor'''  ''Artimus''  The quest for Virtue starts not in a shrine, or in a book, but in the soul. It is a journey of the spirit through deeper and darker places than can...&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;'''The Pursuit of Honor'''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
''Artimus''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The quest for Virtue starts not in a shrine, or in a book, but in the soul. It is a journey of the spirit through deeper and darker places than can be found in Britannia.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The struggle is to maintain Honor even when the spirit of all those around you is dark and lothsome.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When there are naught but Murder's and cut-throat at every turn. Then it is time to steel yourself and refuse to give up Honor. Only then can one claim to be a true student of the virtues.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Isk</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>https://atlanticcommunityboard.com/wiki/index.php/The_Crystall_Ball</id>
		<title>The Crystall Ball</title>
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				<updated>2008-01-01T06:38:52Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Isk: New page: '''The Crystall Ball'''  ''Faey''  By Nature I am a ranger... I enjoy the great outdoors.... Communing with nature and all its beauty.  Lately those same woods that I so much love, have be...&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;'''The Crystall Ball'''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
''Faey''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
By Nature I am a ranger... I enjoy the great outdoors.... Communing with nature and all its beauty.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lately those same woods that I so much love, have been besieged by horrors of monsters. It's not my female repugnation towards these beasts but their hatred toward humanity. They must be destroyed or I fear the outcome of our civilization and life as we know it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I happened a visit to Minoc just yesterday... An experience I hope not to duplicate. The woods had been overcome by ettins and orcs, so I decided to do a little mining (I know a lady should not pick such strenuous labor, but a living I must make).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As I got into the bit of mining some stranger began attacking my horse. Shocked as I was I managed to defend my stallion barely with its life. Soon after, thieves swarmed the area.... Work had to be stopped for the day. I left for home - Yew.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My welcome was received by an unwarranted attack by an air elemental. Upon which my life ceased to exist.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am in search of a crystall ball..... I heard that within lies the power to subdue these beasts.... And I will not stop 'til I find that crystal ball... Shall you happen to come across it before I do... Guard it with your life... And learn from it.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Isk</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>https://atlanticcommunityboard.com/wiki/index.php/Britannia%27s_Jewel</id>
		<title>Britannia's Jewel</title>
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				<updated>2008-01-01T06:38:21Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Isk: New page: '''Britannia's Jewel'''  ''Glenn Benton''  Many scramble for riches of the land.... None have found it.  Yet some have gold. Some have power. But none have the ultimate object; the key to ...&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;'''Britannia's Jewel'''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
''Glenn Benton''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Many scramble for riches of the land.... None have found it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yet some have gold. Some have power. But none have the ultimate object; the key to this world. It's not as far away as you think. On the other hand maybe it is.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What's it to the people currently living in this world. Most of which seem dishonorable anyway. Even nobles and nobility don't deserve to know what it is. They may seem to be honorable. They may seem to be friendly. They all want the same thing... Power and money.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's too bad there is no one worthy of the secret I hold. So I shall have fun with it !! Maybe in the future I will leave a clue. That is if you're not stabbed in the back along the way.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'''Glenn Benton'''&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Isk</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>https://atlanticcommunityboard.com/wiki/index.php/Tailoring_for_dummies</id>
		<title>Tailoring for dummies</title>
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				<updated>2008-01-01T06:37:48Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Isk: New page: '''Tailoring for dummies'''  ''Style McFop''  Tailoring seems rather difficult at first in this town, but if you follow these rules, you too can get rich quickly.  First of all, find a tai...&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;'''Tailoring for dummies'''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
''Style McFop''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tailoring seems rather difficult at first in this town, but if you follow these rules, you too can get rich quickly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
First of all, find a tailor shop. Once it's done, try to find specials on thread. With the thread you too can begin to make designer clothing. Of course you can buy the pre-made cloth, but it is very expensive.&lt;br /&gt;
Simply put the thread on the loom to make the cloth. It will typically take 5 bundles of threads for one bolt of cloth.&lt;br /&gt;
After that, make fancy shirts and sell them. When the tailor can't afford anymore, do the same with robes and dresses. At last, make as many skullcaps as possible. Skullcaps require very little material and they can be sold at both the tailor's shop and the provisioner. With whatever you can't sew, make bandages with you scissors to sell at the healer's shop.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That's it... In no time you will be rich and famous like me.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Isk</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>https://atlanticcommunityboard.com/wiki/index.php/Tales_of_the_Outlaw_Immortal_Part_1</id>
		<title>Tales of the Outlaw Immortal Part 1</title>
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				<updated>2008-01-01T06:37:08Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Isk: New page: '''Tales of the Outlaw Immortal Part 1'''  ''Prince Silkk''  The stormy night lit the cave with the winds burning out the fire every time the man known as Kuzma lit them, a woman in labor ...&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;'''Tales of the Outlaw Immortal Part 1'''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
''Prince Silkk''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The stormy night lit the cave with the winds burning out the fire every time the man known as Kuzma lit them, a woman in labor and the cold sweeping through the cave.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Panic grew to the man's face as he had no choice but to delived his son on his own. For the man was outlawed from all towns for his stealing. His Wife Silver who followed Kuzma through thick and thin left with him. They lived as outlaws with nowhere to go. Finally, as the sun rose, the child was born, and the mother and father rejoiced naming the boy Silkk.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Isk</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>https://atlanticcommunityboard.com/wiki/index.php/The_Grand_Shield</id>
		<title>The Grand Shield</title>
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				<updated>2008-01-01T06:36:08Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Isk: New page: '''The Grand Shield'''  ''LM Montague''  Upon my travels, I happened upon many foul beings and murderous humans whom I slayed rigorously. Having done this so often, I have since earned a t...&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;'''The Grand Shield'''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
''LM Montague''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Upon my travels, I happened upon many foul beings and murderous humans whom I slayed rigorously. Having done this so often, I have since earned a title of Great Lord. It was time to receive the Virtue Shield held by those whom I had for so long admired and aspired to be like.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'Twas a wonderous day for me. I arrived via a marked rune provided by my new friend Darwin, whom had already achieved this status some time before. This was the first time I have ever set foot within the great Virtue Palace. After settling down from recalling, we set upon finding a guard from whom I could get my shield. After several attempts, we found one by the name of Ashby. I said the honored words «Virtue Guard». Ashby responded by asking if I was up to the challenge of being a Virtue Guard. «Yea,» was my reply. Ashby congratulated me and placed the Virtue Shield in my backpack. I then equipped the Shield, and felt its sense of power, Honor and greatness flowing through me. I was now a Virtue Guard.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Me and Darwin then took a small tour of the palace. I must say, truly tis the most fantastic place in all the land. However, I have seen more comfortable thrones...&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Isk</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>https://atlanticcommunityboard.com/wiki/index.php/Just_a_Book</id>
		<title>Just a Book</title>
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				<updated>2008-01-01T06:35:28Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Isk: New page: '''Just a Book''' ''Roop Dirump, Bard''  The sheep bray, wind soft across they and the old man. He chewed on a bit o'grass, content he was to lean back on one frail arm, long legs like bra...&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;'''Just a Book'''&lt;br /&gt;
''Roop Dirump, Bard''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The sheep bray, wind soft across they and the old man. He chewed on a bit o'grass, content he was to lean back on one frail arm, long legs like branches now of the damp log he sat upon. His eyes twinkled once in a while, the wind wagging a tuft of his grey hair to and fro' cross his brow. He stared out at the sea, had been staring for hours nay a movement, save that of his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Squatting here for days he had, and would be for many more, eventually noticing his hunger and choosing to chew some bread rather than some dying grass stalk, as always.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The old man didth not jump when he heard the voice, but his eyes darted.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
«Uncle Gremio !»&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'Twas the voice of Fernwig, long dead sister's son. «O ye be here, I knew you would ! Thank the Great Serpents !»&lt;br /&gt;
«Aye,» he croaked, then swallowed. Gremio pulled out a flask of ale and uncorked it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
«I knew ye would be here ! Always watching the wool grow !»&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Gremio leaned forward and sipped. «I hath not noticed... Be it time for...» He squinted. «Nay, boy, not time to be shorne.» He hiccuped softly.&lt;br /&gt;
«But look ! Hath thou not noticed  ?» The young man thumped his chest wildly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Gremio turned his head slowly and looked the boy over. He was wearing the distinctive grey robe of the dead. Old Gremio then closed hies eyes and let his chin drop to his chest. «Ye have the aura of a thing gone bad, boy. What hast thou done now ?»&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Fernwig, Gremio remembered, long long ago, back in the times when children still existed, been always the same. Gremio remembered the boy all red in the face, glowing with pride and o'r'evil, the blood of a neighbour's chicken soiling his hands and very soul itself. Gremio recalled those times well, though so many a year blended into another. Gremio's father died of old age ! And children been born and grew. Strange times come now, and old Gremio be uncertain how many a year it hath been.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now no one be borne, no children, and no one really dies. Gremio thought at first this wouldst be fine, back when Nystul didth initially explain it, but he still doth not understand it, and doth not like what it hath caused... to people like his young nephew. «...guild ain't a chance ! But we doth returned with more ! And they paid, uncle ! They doth pay the price !»&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Gremio held up a hand. So many times he been storied such as this, he doth not wish to hear it yet again. «Let me askest thee something, my boy.»&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Fernwig didth stop, mouth still open, ans chest heaving with the excitement of his own tale.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
«How many a time hath thou died ? How many boy ? Likely be many as our ancestors --»&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
«Haven't thine ears been on ye head, uncle ?» Fernwig cried, rolling his eys. «They come ! I needest thee to open a gate to town ! And I needest gold to get myself reequiped !»&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
«Come ? Who doth come ?» Gremio asked, sitting up. Suddenly the old shepherd instinct madeth his blood rise.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
«,The guild !»&lt;br /&gt;
«Boy, thou art indeed a fool !» Gremio said. His legs creaked as if they be as wooden as the log they been so much a part of, after so many a day. «Ye may call it all a game, but this be me flock  ! And I shant ye playing ye fool -- disrespectful of life -- Fool games here !»&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Fernwig stuttered a moment. «I-I sorry Uncle Gremio -- but I came, but er, I hath but nowhere to go.»&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
«Damn thee ! Ye hath no fear of death ! Ye should have walked as one of the dead to yonder towne !» Gremio counted his sheep, then leaned his crook on the log. The old man raised his arms, then made intricate yet invisible patterns in the air before him. «Vas Rel Por», he whispered, and at once there be a flash and a blue shimmering portal rose from the earth. He hastily grabbed his crook and began herding his flock through the portal.&lt;br /&gt;
«Ye best go yerself,» Gremio hissed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
«I stay and help !» Fernwig said. «You fightest them with magic !»&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
«Fight ? With magic ? Bah !» Gremio snorted, wielding his crook like a scyth. As if on some daemonic cue, three figures upon horseback rose the crest of the hill. Gremio gazed at them, frozen a moment. He had not seen such auras in a very long time, for these were dread lords, vile murderers, faces hidden beneath polished plate helms.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
«Damn !» Gremio said, feeling his body tremble from the force of magic. His reflective spell took the brunt of it, and collapsed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Insanely, Gremio wondered how very long it had been when he had placed that spell on himself. He gripped his crook, unsure wether to drop it and cast another reflective spell or save the last of his flock. He brought the crook down on the rump of a sheep with such force it may have snapped. The beast brayed in fear and ran for the portal, just as it snapped shut.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Fernwig rolled his head back and screeched, his voice cracking. Fingers outstretched like a lich's, he reared back once and charged the three men, who said not a word, save those of magic. «Damn thee !» Fernwig screamed. «Damn thee to the void, scoundrels !» One man's helm tilted downward at Fernwig. Saying not a word, the man did pull a halberd from his back. He swung it once in a wide arc, smasking Fernwig's skull.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The death-blow never brings the pain, say, of a simple wound. Nay, the dead-blow is, in fact, quite painless.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Fernwig was lying on the grass, and the grass was in him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He slowly rose upwards, and glanced down at his corpse. Hideous, he could not even recognize his own face. The three horsemen, heard Fernwig, traveling away and down the hill whence they came. «They leave !» Fernwig howled. He turned, and saw the body of his uncle Gremio, small rivlets of smoke rising from it. «The sheep be saved !» Fernwig wailed. «Uncle ? Where be ye ? Through the portal, aye !»&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But Fernwig never found his uncle, in spirit nor flesh. And as the years didth pass, and he sat on that log on the hill, he oft wondered if the Great Serpents had heard his uncle's gruff complaints that death held no meaning, that death be nay really death at all anymore, and if... Perhaps they had granted that which Gremio had really wanted afterall, a real death -- perhaps somewhere with children. Fernwig doth count the sheep now, and wonders if he mightest find it one day, too.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Isk</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>https://atlanticcommunityboard.com/wiki/index.php/The_Noble_Values_of_the_Land</id>
		<title>The Noble Values of the Land</title>
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				<updated>2008-01-01T06:34:59Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Isk: New page: '''The Noble Values of the Land'''  ''Dyer''  Hail Fellow adventurer of the realm... I am Dyer of the Guardians of Honor -- I found the secret entrance just as ye and welcome all to this m...&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;'''The Noble Values of the Land'''&lt;br /&gt;
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''Dyer''&lt;br /&gt;
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Hail Fellow adventurer of the realm... I am Dyer of the Guardians of Honor -- I found the secret entrance just as ye and welcome all to this most special of rooms within the castle.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I have long been known for my dis -taste of nobility- having been taken advantage of by so maby yet today I was surprised to find one whom is both noble and honest (methinks).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Living in such a harsh land as ours one is apt to forget that there are a few left in the realm that are indeed deserving of their noble titles...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One such fair maiden is the famed Rianna Brynn of the TK guild...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I hath done her a great injustice on this day, and will strive to uphold the honor throughout the land that she most nobly represents....&lt;br /&gt;
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I would ask others to uphold their noble titles and act accordingly....&lt;br /&gt;
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I myself will strive to uphold the standards set by such noble personages as her...&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Isk</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>https://atlanticcommunityboard.com/wiki/index.php/CrawWorth%27s_Journal</id>
		<title>CrawWorth's Journal</title>
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				<updated>2008-01-01T06:34:05Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Isk: &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;'''A Journal'''&lt;br /&gt;
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''CrawWorth''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I have begun this journal as pieces of information begin to fit together. 'Tis my hope that this will be of aid to ye.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Though my captivity was some weeks ago, I happened to loose an important bit of memory. During the last few days I was held, some high ranking members had been to see me. I was half passed out from beatings and lack of food. Mayhap I had even been mildly poisoned to help them better able to control me. Thinking I could not hear and unable to speak freely in front of mine guards, their conversation took place in my quarters. I will scribe what I recall of their words :&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
We waste time looking to that long dead fool for guidance. We know now from whom he received the spell. Any fool could have been in his place. We must not appear as such.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Aye, 'tis quite true. All must know we are following a specific path - not blindly lashing in ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ye both know my mind on this. 'Tis why this meddler shall live. When he regains his mind, he will tell all of our new determination. As well as our new name - The Followers of Armageddon.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As I ink this, I now realize that they were referring to me, CrawWorth, as the meddler who will announce this new name for them. Perhaps their renewed vision will provide the insight they seek, but 'tis my thought that they are but knaves with a longer name.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I have finally stumbled upon a source of information that could lead me directly to the Followers of Armageddon. Ironically, it was greed which brought him to me. Thraal Veese, a wretched thug, approached me soon after the earthquakes. He told me he could show me a meeting place the Followers of Armageddon use. He also wasted little time before naming his price. A hefty sum of gold. I was able to talk him down a bit, before I finally agreed to his price. I could not afford to let such a strong potential clue pass me by. Plus, if he was conning me, it would be an easy thing to exact justice against Thraal.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am telling ye this so that ye might continue searching for the Followers of Armageddon in mine absence. Thraal told me I could find him at the Shattered Skull tavern. Seek him there. Mention my name and that ye seek the same information in my place. He has already been given his gold, so don't let him try to squeeze more gold out of thee. Tell him that you know he has been paid ! Thank ye, and good luck in finding the Followers of Armageddon.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
''-CrawWorth''&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Isk</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>https://atlanticcommunityboard.com/wiki/index.php/CrawWorth%27s_Journal</id>
		<title>CrawWorth's Journal</title>
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				<updated>2008-01-01T06:32:47Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Isk: New page: '''A Journal'''  ''CrawWorth''  I have begun this journal as pieces of information begin to fit together. 'Tis my hope that this will be of aid to ye.  Though my captivity was some weeks a...&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;'''A Journal'''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
''CrawWorth''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I have begun this journal as pieces of information begin to fit together. 'Tis my hope that this will be of aid to ye.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Though my captivity was some weeks ago, I happened to loose an important bit of memory. During the last few days I was held, some high ranking members had been to see me. I was half passed out from beatings and lack of food. Mayhap I had even been mildly poisoned to help them better able to control me. Thinking I could not hear and unable to speak freely in front of mine guards, their conversation took place in my quarters. I will scribe what I recall of their words :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We waste time looking to that long dead fool for guidance. We know now from whom he received the spell. Any fool could have been in his place. We must not appear as such.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Aye, 'tis quite true. All must know we are following a specific path - not blindly lashing in ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ye both know my mind on this. 'Tis why this meddler shall live. When he regains his mind, he will tell all of our new determination. As well as our new name - The Followers of Armageddon.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As I ink this, I now realize that they were referring to me, CrawWorth, as the meddler who will announce this new name for them. Perhaps their renewed vision will provide the insight they seek, but 'tis my thought that they are but knaves with a longer name.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I have finally stumbled upon a source of information that could lead me directly to the Followers of Armageddon. Ironically, it was greed which brought him to me. Thraal Veese, a wretched thug, approached me soon after the earthquakes. He told me he could show me a meeting place the Followers of Armageddon use. He also wasted little time before naming his price. A hefty sum of gold. I was able to talk him down a bit, before I finally agreed to his price. I could not afford to let such a strong potential clue pass me by. Plus, if he was conning me, it would be an easy thing to exact justice against Thraal.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am telling ye this so that ye might continue searching for the Followers of Armageddon in mine absence. Thraal told me I could find him at the Shattered Skull tavern. Seek him there. Mention my name and that ye seek the same information in my place. He has already been given his gold, so don't let him try to squeeze more gold out of thee. Tell him that you know he has been paid ! Thank ye, and good luck in finding the Followers of Armageddon.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
-CrawWorth&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Isk</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>https://atlanticcommunityboard.com/wiki/index.php/The_Zog_Cabal_Quests</id>
		<title>The Zog Cabal Quests</title>
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				<updated>2007-12-01T04:12:42Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Isk: New page: The Following are Links to previous Quests and Important RP plots completed by the Zog Cabal.    [http://www.atlanticcommunityboard.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=7085&amp;amp;highlight= Cear Speaks of...&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;The Following are Links to previous Quests and Important RP plots completed by the Zog Cabal. &lt;br /&gt;
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[http://www.atlanticcommunityboard.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=7085&amp;amp;highlight= Cear Speaks of Chaos] &lt;br /&gt;
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[http://www.atlanticcommunityboard.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=7475&amp;amp;highlight= The Search for Sage Winslow] &lt;br /&gt;
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[http://www.atlanticcommunityboard.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=7524&amp;amp;highlight= The Second Search, New Find]&lt;br /&gt;
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[http://www.atlanticcommunityboard.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=7525&amp;amp;highlight= The Cabal Occupy Shame] &lt;br /&gt;
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[http://www.atlanticcommunityboard.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=7569&amp;amp;highlight= Lamento U'har Must Die]&lt;br /&gt;
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[http://www.atlanticcommunityboard.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=7872&amp;amp;highlight= War Breaks Out]&lt;br /&gt;
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[http://www.atlanticcommunityboard.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=7897&amp;amp;highlight= Ruckus at the Fair Grounds]&lt;br /&gt;
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[http://www.atlanticcommunityboard.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=8298&amp;amp;highlight= Jhelom is Sacked] &lt;br /&gt;
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[http://www.atlanticcommunityboard.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=8501&amp;amp;highlight= Cear is About to Die]&lt;br /&gt;
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[http://www.atlanticcommunityboard.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=8502&amp;amp;highlight= The Cabal Travel Thru Time] &lt;br /&gt;
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[http://www.atlanticcommunityboard.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=10129&amp;amp;highlight= Something Wicked This Way Comes]&lt;br /&gt;
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[http://www.atlanticcommunityboard.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=10543&amp;amp;highlight= Final Task] &lt;br /&gt;
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[http://www.atlanticcommunityboard.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=11927&amp;amp;highlight= The Cabal and Saint Gobain]&lt;br /&gt;
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[http://www.atlanticcommunityboard.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=11031&amp;amp;highlight= The Cabal go to Space] &lt;br /&gt;
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[http://www.atlanticcommunityboard.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=10766&amp;amp;highlight= Steels Funeral] &lt;br /&gt;
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[http://www.clangroups.com/Guild.aspx?GuildID=53466&amp;amp;ForumID=306571&amp;amp;TabID=467493&amp;amp;TopicID=3925709 Malorn Gets Rescued]  &lt;br /&gt;
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[http://com5.runboard.com/batlanticguildforums.f5.t11455 Cabal Investigates Moonglow]&lt;br /&gt;
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[http://com5.runboard.com/batlanticguildforums.f5.t11468 The Threat Grows and the Cabal Responds]&lt;br /&gt;
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[http://com5.runboard.com/batlanticguildforums.f5.t11477 The Cabal Bring Judgment to the Virtues]&lt;br /&gt;
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[http://www.atlanticcommunityboard.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=15009= The Cabal Claims Their Daemon]&lt;br /&gt;
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[http://www.atlanticcommunityboard.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=15130 The Cabal Lays Justice on the Isle of Honesty]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[http://www.atlanticcommunityboard.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=15324 Friends Moving Beds][Latest!!!]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Isk</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>https://atlanticcommunityboard.com/wiki/index.php/Azalin</id>
		<title>Azalin</title>
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				<updated>2007-12-01T04:07:41Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Isk: New page: A page from the Tome: The Birth of an Old Evil  As it is written in the diary of Nahman the Mad, a scholar long dead, this is the day a dreaded evil came to our land. In the guise of a lit...&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;A page from the Tome: The Birth of an Old Evil&lt;br /&gt;
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As it is written in the diary of Nahman the Mad, a scholar long dead, this is the day a dreaded evil came to our land. In the guise of a little child, this one grew... and as time ravaged the weak fleshlings, he grew in power. He is called by many names, whispered about in bedtime stories but he is all too real. Only a few outside of his Order have looked upon his face and survived unscathed. I have been to the monster's inner sanctum and the darkness I found there still lingers in my soul... Fear him, for his power is unbound and his bony hands reap more and more souls. He is the horror among horrors... nameless to many, but you call him... Azalin, the Lich Lord.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
the history of Azalin before he came to Sosaria is lost deep in the Mists of Antiquity. All that is known concerning his ancient past is that he came from a realm of utter evil from which he ruled with several other Dark Lords. Some speculate that this was a tainted shard that was lost to the Guardian, while others whisper that it was another place altogether, a separate plane of existence. Regardless, centuries ago, walking out from the Mists; Azalin found himself in Britannia. A place of light and beauty, a place ripe for the taking. He had seen such places before and knew that there were always seeds of darkness waiting to be harvested. And this place had been sown with many such seeds...&lt;br /&gt;
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Upon arriving this plane, the Lichlord found himself extremely weakened. There was still incredible power within his ancient bones but it paled in comparison to his former might. The ability to walk among mortals was still within his means and this he did. Azalin found himself in Moonglow, the City of Mages. By joining this magical community, Azalin was able to learn about the realm of Britannia and its inhabitants.&lt;br /&gt;
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Within the echoing halls of the Lycaeum, the Lichlord found evidence that proved the existence of Necromancy. From where he had come from, Necromancy was rife throughout the land. Here it had a very secretive following. He read the tale of the incestuous siblings, Lathiari and Kyrnia who had been the first to discover the Dark Art. Being banished for their sins, the two necromancers fled humanity and experimented in earnest. At one point they had achieved the exalted state of Lichdom, just as Azalin had.&lt;br /&gt;
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these two had also spoke of powerful artifacts known as Shrine Stones. According the undead pair, one of these stones existed on an island of ice. Azalin had read about such a place in his studies, a place not far at all from Moonglow. Visiting the local graveyard, the Lichlord found several of the lesser undead wandering aimlessly. Forcing a sense of direction in their unlives, Azalin led them to the coast. There they found a lone boat with a few drunken, singing men. There were some who were not even aware that they had died until they felt their corpse move against their own violation. As Azalin's entourage grew he made way to Ice Island.&lt;br /&gt;
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Once setting foot on the wretched landscape, Azalin knew that he had found his new home. There wasn't a sign of greenery anywhere on the island. Wolves howled in the distance and the numbing cold almost matched the void that was his heart. For many a day and night the Lichlord and this minions scourged the land, searching for the Shrine Stone mentioned in the journals of Kyrnia and Lathiari. In a local dungeon known as Deceit, powerful undead roamed. There Azalin made a few allies but they did not reveal the location of the stone, and so he searched anew.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Finally, after some time on the northern tip of the island, the small undead army found an ankh. The ankh continually bled a crimson stream that formed into a bloody pool set in the middle of a mound of bones. Extremely charmed by the local, Azalin searched the area for the stone and found a marble pedestal surrounded by hanging skeletons. Upon the pedestal rested a skull, black as pitch, darker than midnight this grinning artifact greedily asorbed the very light that fell upon it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Approaching the ebon skull, Azalin felt an incredible aura of power emanating from it and actually felt humbled a bit by its raw strength. The skull spoke to Azalin, telling him many a dark thing. This Ebon Skull was a focal point of the powers of Entropy in the realm of Britannia. Its purpose was to oppose both Order and Chaos, its purpose was to devour their champions and send them screaming into the maw of Oblivion. The Skull told him of others who followed it and served the cause of Entropy. Lathiari, Kyrnia, Zog and the Black Lich were but a few who had answered its call.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The Artifact requested a service from Azalin, in return for the restoration of his former power. The Lichlord, forever seeking more power, agreed to this service. He was to gather more of his kind under him, to serve the powers of Oblivion, to unleash the power of Necromancy upon the innocents and to slay the very land itself. Using his restored power, Azalin called forth the earth itself and the bones of the unliving to form into a spiraling tower. This he dubbed Golgotha, the Tower of Skulls. Here would reside the new found Order of the Ebon Skull. An order of Necromancers and Undead alike who heard the calling of decay, who longed for the world to be a darker place.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Moments later the very first to answer his call came shuffling from the dungeon Deceit. Skeletal knights, zombies, ghouls and ghosts made way to the beacon of darkness that was Golgotha. the Order of the Ebon Skull had been born and the world quaked and knew real terror.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Isk</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>https://atlanticcommunityboard.com/wiki/index.php/The_Scholomance_History</id>
		<title>The Scholomance History</title>
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				<updated>2007-12-01T04:06:39Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Isk: New page: This is a crystal transcript of a speech given on the opening day of the Scholomance  Greetings magi, scholars, kindred, dead, undead and all who wish to learn, welcome to the grand openin...&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;This is a crystal transcript of a speech given on the opening day of the Scholomance&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Greetings magi, scholars, kindred, dead, undead and all who wish to learn, welcome to the grand opening of the Scholomance, Academy of Dark Arts. This academy has been an ongoing project for over 30 Sosarian years. And thanks to the immortal will of the Lich Lord Azalin and the work of countless slaves the Scholomance is now open to teach the dark arts in our realm.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tonight you will hear a little history of the Scholomance, you will hear why this school is important and how it can help you. And to finish the evening, we will conduct a small ritual to seek the continued dark blessing upon this establishment.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In the time before the defeat of Mondain, possibly in a time before Zog had cast the Armageddon spell, the frozen wasteland that you see outside was the Stygian Empire.&lt;br /&gt;
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It is believed by some that during the height of the empire, dungeon Deceit extended across the whole island and was a place of dark arts where all the evil of the land congregated much like the modern day Caina. There is some debate as to whether the Ebon Skull ruled from somewhere in Deceit or whether Golgotha was always it's purposed seat of power, but the important fact remains that everything from the Well of Souls on the northern tip of Dagger Island to the southern tip where Wintermoor now stands was once the Stygian Empire.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Even in those distant days, this building stood as a dark beacon to those who wished to learn the dark arts. The Scholomance was the center of Necromantic power in Stygia. Used for centuries for research and experimentation, the Scholomance has much dark history behind it that those of us in the archeological circles are excited about.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Not all scholars agree as to why Stygia fell but most agree it was some sort of curse upon the followers of Oblivion by Oblivion itself for their own arrogance towards their master. Hopefully, thanks to the lives of many slaves, Caina will uncover more about those last days of Stygia to avoid it's fate.&lt;br /&gt;
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For upon the curse or soon after, most of the buildings that once existed on Dagger Island were either destroyed or buried in a mixture of rock and ice, to be rediscovered only in our time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The Scholomance, the building you see around you today is one of those buildings that survived for millennia under ice and snow. About 40 Sosarian years ago, our slaves dug up what turned out to be the necromancers tower and excavation of the entire building finished a few years latter. Very quickly it became clear that because of the ancient dark blessings upon this structure of blood and stone that it would ideally serve as a central point for spreading dark teachings in Sosaria once again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The first Head Dean, Morthond, discovered the principle of the Spheres of Knowledge, a mystical system of learning to help students learn more quickly then the norm.&lt;br /&gt;
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But apparently it was not Oblivion's will for the Scholomance to be used yet. Events and crisis seemed to cause the Scholomance to be abandoned, until recently.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A few years ago, this building called to me to be used for it's purpose. And upon seeking the permission of the Lich Lord, the work of Morthond and those before him was handed to me. A call was sent out and those you see before you tonight and others answered.&lt;br /&gt;
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More are and shall be added with time all with the glorious purpose of teaching the Dark Arts in our land.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now some of you maybe wondering why the Scholomance should be important to us. Or some of you maybe concerned that teaching the Dark Arts to the public will endanger our dark causes. And some of you are maybe wondering what this ancient building has to do with them. These and other questions will now be answered.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Though true that most of the Shadow Conclave guilds have grown in the past centuries, the sad fact remains that even in Felucca, the &amp;quot;dark facet&amp;quot; we are greatly outnumbered by the forces of light. Each guild in the Shadow Conclave has dealt with this problem in their own way. But now, there is a tool at your disposal to increase the spread of your dark ways.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
First, the Scholomance shall provide an appropriate base to teach your newer members the ways of darkness. Time that many masters now waste teaching their initiates how to conjure a fireball can now be used for deeper and darker research.&lt;br /&gt;
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Secondly, the Scholomance will focus on training up the young ones of our land presenting to them early in their lives the different paths of darkness in our land. For we all know that many do not choose a path of darkness simply out of ignorance of simple truths. It is our hope that upon graduation, most students choose to continue along a path of darkness in one of the Shadow Conclave guilds.&lt;br /&gt;
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And finally the Scholomance shall give a common rallying point for all members of the Shadow Conclave, encouraging communication between the various guilds and increasing our strength in numbers ten fold.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now some of you are concerned that spreading these dark teachings will increase the power of our enemies. But the fact remains that one cannot pursue the ways of virtue while using the ways of darkness. By spreading the dark ways in our land, we shall increase the spread of Oblivion's will like a dark cancer upon the land.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Scholomance will help us grow stronger. The Scholomance will help us spread our influence. And the Scholomance will help all serve our dark masters more fully.&lt;br /&gt;
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Walk in Darkness,&lt;br /&gt;
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Speech given at the Scholomance opening in the 337th year after the defeat of Mondain by Lady Jadis Sruentus, Second Head Dean of the Scholomance (or April 28th, 2002)&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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		<title>Constitution of the Regency</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Isk: New page: Preamble  In the name of the Virtues, from which comes our inspiration and our conviction, as the guide for our humanity and the path of the Lightbringer, concepts that direct all actions ...&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Preamble&lt;br /&gt;
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In the name of the Virtues, from which comes our inspiration and our conviction, as the guide for our humanity and the path of the Lightbringer, concepts that direct all actions both of woman, of man and of States, We, the people of Britania, Humbly acknowledging all our obligations to our Liege Lord, Lord British, seeking to promote the common good, with due observance of Courage, Truth and Love, so that the dignity and freedom of the individual may be assured, true social order attained, the unity of our lands restored, and concord established with other nations, Do hereby adopt, enact, and give to ourselves this Constitution.&lt;br /&gt;
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Article 1.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Government of Britannia hereby affirms its inalienable, indefeasible, and sovereign right to choose its own form of Government, to determine its relations with other nations, and to develop its life, political, economic and cultural, in accordance with its own genius and traditions.&lt;br /&gt;
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It is the entitlement and birthright of every person born in this realm, which includes its islands and seas, to be part of the Britannian nation. That is also the entitlement of all persons otherwise qualified in accordance with law to be citizens of Britain. Furthermore, the Britain nation cherishes its special affinity with people of all walks of life, and celebrates the diversity of our realm as a resource for those loyal to the King and his Regent.&lt;br /&gt;
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It is the firm will of the Britannian Government, in harmony and friendship, to unite all the people who share the territories of Sosaria, in all the diversity of their identities and traditions, recognizing that a united Britain shall be brought about only by peaceful means with the consent of the majority of the people, in all jurisdictions. Laws enacted by the Parliament established by this Constitution and ratified by the Regent shall have the like area and extent of application as the laws enacted by governmental institutions that existed immediately before the coming into operation of this Constitution.&lt;br /&gt;
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Institutions with executive powers and functions that are shared between those jurisdictions may be established by their respective responsible authorities for stated purposes and may exercise powers and functions in respect of all or any part of the realm.&lt;br /&gt;
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The name of the realm shall be referred known and referred to as Britannia on the world of Sosaria.&lt;br /&gt;
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Britannian citizens pledge their fealty to the King of Britannia, Lord British, and his Regent and representatives.&lt;br /&gt;
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All powers of government, legislative, executive and judicial, derive, from the King of Britannia, Lord British, and his Regents and representatives whose right it is to designate the rulers of the State and, in final appeal, to decide all questions of national policy, according to the requirements of the common good.&lt;br /&gt;
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These powers of government are exercisable only by or on the authority of the organs of State established by this Constitution.&lt;br /&gt;
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On the coming into operation of this Constitution any person who was a citizen of Britannia, immediately before the coming into operation of this Constitution, shall be recognized as a citizen of Britania.&lt;br /&gt;
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The future acquisition and loss of Britannian nationality and citizenship shall be determined in accordance with law. No person may be excluded from Britannian nationality and citizenship by reason of the sex of such person.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fidelity to the nation and loyalty to the King are fundamental political duties of all citizens.&lt;br /&gt;
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Provision will be made for the management and naming of the property which belongs to the nation by virtue of this Article and for the control of the alienation, whether temporary or permanent, of that property.&lt;br /&gt;
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Provision may also be made by law for the management of land, mines, minerals and waters acquired by the State after the coming into operation of this Constitution and for the control of the alienation, whether temporary or permanent, of the land, mines, minerals and waters so acquired.&lt;br /&gt;
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All revenues of the State from whatever source arising shall, subject to such exception as may be provided by law, form one fund, and shall be appropriated for the purposes and in the manner and subject to the charges and liabilities determined and imposed by law.&lt;br /&gt;
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Article 10.&lt;br /&gt;
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There shall be a Regent of Britania, hereinafter called the Regent, who shall take precedence over all other persons in the State and who shall exercise and perform the powers and functions conferred on by our King, Lord British.&lt;br /&gt;
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The regent shall be appointed by our King Lord British, and recognized by members of the House Grand Parliament.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Regent shall hold office until death, unless before that period they resign, or are removed from office, or becomes permanently incapacitated, such incapacity being established to the satisfaction of the Grand Parliament.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Regent shall enter upon his office by taking and subscribing publicly, in the presence of members of the Parliament, and other public personages, the following declaration:&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;In the presence of these individuals, I do solemnly and sincerely promise and declare that I will maintain the Constitution of Britannia and uphold its laws, that I will fulfill my duties faithfully and conscientiously in accordance with the Constitution and the law, and that I will dedicate my abilities to the service and welfare of the people of Britania. May Virtue direct and sustain me.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Article 11.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Regent shall appoint the Chancellor and the Chamberlain, and in concert, shall appoint and recognize all vassals who hold directly from the Crown.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Regent is granted the power to accept or refuse, in their absolute discretion, the appointments any member of the Government of Britannia.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Regent shall promulgate every law made by the House of the Grand Council.&lt;br /&gt;
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The supreme command of the Defense Forces is hereby vested in the Regent.&lt;br /&gt;
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The exercise of the supreme command of the Defense Forces shall be vested in the Lord Chancellor and his appointed Military Commanders.&lt;br /&gt;
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All commissioned officers of the Defense Forces shall hold their commissions from the Regent.&lt;br /&gt;
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The right of pardon and the power to commute or remit punishment imposed by any court exercising criminal jurisdiction are hereby vested in the Regent, but such power of commutation or remission may, except in capital cases, also be conferred by law on other authorities.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Regent may communicate with the Grand Parliament by message or address on any matter of national or public importance. The Regent may address a message to the Nation at any time on any such matter.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Regent shall not be answerable to the Grand Parliament or to any court for the exercise and performance of the powers and functions of his office or for any act done or purporting to be done by him in the exercise and performance of these powers and functions.&lt;br /&gt;
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The behaviour of the Regent may, however, be brought under review for the purposes of this Constitution, or by any court, tribunal or body appointed or designated by the Grand Parliament for the investigation of a charge.&lt;br /&gt;
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The powers and functions conferred on the Regent by this Constitution shall be exercisable and performable by him only on the advice of the Government, save where it is provided by this Constitution that he shall act in his absolute discretion or after consultation with or in relation to the Council of State, or on the advice or nomination of, or on receipt of any other communication from, any other person or body.&lt;br /&gt;
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Subject to this Constitution, additional powers and functions may be conferred on the Regent by law.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the event of the absence of the Regent, or his temporary incapacity, or his permanent incapacity established as provided or in the event of his death, resignation, removal from office, or failure to exercise and perform the powers and functions of his office or any of them, or at any time at which the office of Regent may be vacant, the powers and functions conferred on the Regent by or under this Constitution shall be exercised and performed by a Commission.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Commission shall consist of the following persons, namely, the Lord/Lady Chancellor, the Lord/Lady Chamberlain and the Chairperson of the Grand Parliament. The Commission may act by any two of their number and may act notwithstanding a vacancy in their membership.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the event of the failure of the Regent to exercise or perform any power or function which the Regent is by or under this Constitution required to exercise or perform within a specified time, the said power or function shall be exercised or performed under this Article, as soon as may be after the expiration of the time so specified.&lt;br /&gt;
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Article 13&lt;br /&gt;
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Grand Parliament and Powers&lt;br /&gt;
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The National Parliament shall be called and known, and is in this Constitution generally referred to, as the Grand Parliament.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Grand Parliament shall consist of the Chairperson and Deputy Chairperson, and Representatives from Entities that have sworn fealty to Britannia and our Liege.&lt;br /&gt;
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The House of the Grand Parliament shall sit in or near the City of Britain or in such other place as they may from time to time determine.&lt;br /&gt;
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The sole and exclusive power of making laws for the Realm is hereby vested in the Grand Parliament:&lt;br /&gt;
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Provision may however be made by law for the creation or recognition of subordinate legislatures and for the powers and functions of these legislatures.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Grand Parliament may provide for the establishment or recognition of functional or vocational councils representing branches of the social and economic life of the people.&lt;br /&gt;
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A law establishing or recognizing any such council shall determine its rights, powers and duties, and its relation to the Grand Parliament and to the Government.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Grand Parliament shall not enact any law which is in any respect repugnant to this Constitution or any provision thereof.&lt;br /&gt;
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Every law enacted by the Grand Parliament which is in any respect repugnant to this Constitution or to any provision thereof, shall, but to the extent only of such repugnancy, be invalid by direct order of the Regent.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Grand Parliament shall not declare acts to be infringements of the law which were not so at the date of their commission.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Grand Parliament shall hold at least one session every year.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sittings of the House of the Grand Parliament shall be public.&lt;br /&gt;
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In cases of special emergency, however, the House may hold a private sitting.&lt;br /&gt;
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The House of the Grand Parliament shall elect from its members its own Chairman and Deputy Chairman, and shall prescribe their powers and duties.&lt;br /&gt;
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The House of the Grand Parliament shall make its own rules and standing orders, with power to attach penalties for their infringement, and shall have power to ensure freedom of debate, to protect its official documents and the private papers of its members, and to protect itself and its members against any person or persons interfering with, molesting or attempting to corrupt its members in the exercise of their duties.&lt;br /&gt;
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All questions in each House shall, save as otherwise provided by this Constitution, be determined by a majority of the votes of the members present.&lt;br /&gt;
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The number of members necessary to constitute a meeting of the House of the Grand Parliament for the exercise of its powers shall be no less than half of the total active membership.&lt;br /&gt;
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All official reports and publications of the House of the Grand Parliament shall be shared in a public document, for all citizens to read and understand.&lt;br /&gt;
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The members of the Grand Parliament shall, except in case of treason, felony or breach of the peace, be privileged from arrest in going to and returning from, and while within the precincts of, the House of the Grand Parliament, and shall not, in respect of any utterance in the House of the Grand Parliament , be amenable to any court or any authority other than the House itself.&lt;br /&gt;
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No member of the Small Council may hold a position on the Grand Parliament, though they may, and are encouraged to, attend a sitting. However, in cases where the Grand Parliament has an even number of members and a deadlocked vote has occurred, the Lord/Lady Chamberlain will be expected to sit in on the meetings and, if necessary, cast a deciding vote.&lt;br /&gt;
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If any person who is already a member the House of the grand Parliament becomes a member of the Small Council, he shall forthwith be deemed to have vacated his first seat.&lt;br /&gt;
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Every Bill initiated in and passed by the Grand Parliament shall be a matter of public record, and implemented after ratification by the Regent.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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