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JasonK at 21:34, 5 August 2006

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	"And the sages say that education is the root of virtue. Alright; we'll deliver his lesson." Storm of Amber smiled to the goddess. "Of course, next ''you'll'' want a shrine."		"And the sages say that education is the root of virtue. Alright; we'll deliver his lesson." Storm of Amber smiled to the goddess. "Of course, next ''you'll'' want a shrine."

	Sweet Brass let the feather go and it drifted to the floor. "~~Well,~~ I already know ''my'' place under heaven."		Sweet Brass let the feather go and it drifted to the floor. "I already know ''my'' place under heaven."


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JasonK at 21:33, 5 August 2006

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 -- ''Tatara Lo, of [[The Baihu Society]]''
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 [[Heaven's Mandate]]

JasonK at 07:37, 1 August 2006

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	"Yes, lord. His boots, too - woven from the tall grass that grows in the valley, still green but corded with brown vines... No, lady; only his staff, which he'd crossed over his shoulder and hung his hands from... He was young, lord; not more than sixteen summers...		"Yes, lord. His boots, too - woven from the tall grass that grows in the valley, still green but corded with brown vines... No, lady; only his staff, which he'd crossed over his shoulder and hung his hands from... He was young, lord; not more than sixteen summers...

	"He hungered for news, mostly. He asked of Celeren, he asked of [[Lookshy]]; he wondered if we might not travel south to [[Harborhead]], soon. In turn, he told stories of the hill tribes and beastmen that fought us; laughed when he said that some of them were still lost in the hills, having never found the roads to take them back home. We talked like that a while as we traveled, until we reached the crossroads at the valley's center where he bid me farewell...		"He hungered for news, mostly. He asked of [[Celeren]], he asked of [[Lookshy]]; he wondered if we might not travel south to [[Harborhead]], soon. In turn, he told stories of the hill tribes and beastmen that fought us; laughed when he said that some of them were still lost in the hills, having never found the roads to take them back home. We talked like that a while as we traveled, until we reached the crossroads at the valley's center where he bid me farewell...

	"Just one thing, lady: he asked me to thank his father for him, to thank him for his birth. Who do you think he meant by that?"		"Just one thing, lady: he asked me to thank his father for him, to thank him for his birth. Who do you think he meant by that?"

JasonK at 07:29, 1 August 2006

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	"Just one thing, lady: he asked me to thank his father for him, to thank him for his birth. Who do you think he meant by that?"		"Just one thing, lady: he asked me to thank his father for him, to thank him for his birth. Who do you think he meant by that?"

	-- ''Tatara Lo, of ~~the~~ Baihu Society''		-- ''Tatara Lo, of [[The Baihu Society]]''


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JasonK at 07:28, 1 August 2006

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	"That's right, [[Cynis Lachid and Layochi\|lady, lord]]; it was an hour after I'd crossed into the hills, heading north from [[Celeren]]. There was no rush, so the horse was just trotting along, when he walked up beside me. He had long legs, but his gait was still too relaxed to keep pace with us if he was just human. I thought he might have been one of your cousins at first - it was the green in his hair put the idea in my head - but from your training in what to look for I saw him as a spirit soon enough. His hair wasn't grass-green, it was actual green grass...		"That's right, [[Cynis Lachid and Layochi\|lady, lord]]; it was an hour after I'd crossed into the hills, heading north from [[Celeren]]. There was no rush, so the horse was just trotting along on the road, when he walked up beside me. He had long legs, but his gait was still too relaxed to keep pace with us if he was just human. I thought he might have been one of your cousins at first - it was the green in his hair put the idea in my head - but from your training in what to look for I saw him as a spirit soon enough. His hair wasn't grass-green, it was actual green grass...

	"Yes, lord. His boots, too - woven from the tall grass that grows in the valley, still green but corded with brown vines... No, lady; only his staff, which he'd crossed over his shoulder and hung his hands from... He was young, lord; not more than sixteen summers...		"Yes, lord. His boots, too - woven from the tall grass that grows in the valley, still green but corded with brown vines... No, lady; only his staff, which he'd crossed over his shoulder and hung his hands from... He was young, lord; not more than sixteen summers...

JasonK at 06:04, 1 August 2006

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	"That's right, [[Cynis Lachid and Layochi\|lady, lord]]; it was an hour after I'd crossed into the hills, heading north from [[Celeren]]. There was no rush, so the horse was just trotting along, when he walked up beside me. He had long legs, but his gait was still too relaxed to keep pace with us if he was just human. I thought he might have been one of your cousins at first - it was the green in his hair put the idea in my head - but from your training in what to look for I saw him as a spirit soon enough. His hair wasn't grass-green, it was actual green grass.		"That's right, [[Cynis Lachid and Layochi\|lady, lord]]; it was an hour after I'd crossed into the hills, heading north from [[Celeren]]. There was no rush, so the horse was just trotting along, when he walked up beside me. He had long legs, but his gait was still too relaxed to keep pace with us if he was just human. I thought he might have been one of your cousins at first - it was the green in his hair put the idea in my head - but from your training in what to look for I saw him as a spirit soon enough. His hair wasn't grass-green, it was actual green grass...

	"Yes, lord. His boots, too - woven from the tall grass that grows in the valley, still green but corded with brown vines... No, lady; only his staff, which he'd crossed over his shoulder and hung his hands from... He was young, lord; not more than sixteen summers.		"Yes, lord. His boots, too - woven from the tall grass that grows in the valley, still green but corded with brown vines... No, lady; only his staff, which he'd crossed over his shoulder and hung his hands from... He was young, lord; not more than sixteen summers...

	"He hungered for news, mostly. He asked of Celeren, he asked of [[Lookshy]]; he wondered if we might not travel south to [[Harborhead]], soon. In turn, he told stories of the hill tribes and beastmen that fought us; laughed when he said that some of them were still lost in the hills, having never found the roads to take them back home. We talked like that a while as we traveled, until we reached the crossroads at the valley's center where he bid me farewell...		"He hungered for news, mostly. He asked of Celeren, he asked of [[Lookshy]]; he wondered if we might not travel south to [[Harborhead]], soon. In turn, he told stories of the hill tribes and beastmen that fought us; laughed when he said that some of them were still lost in the hills, having never found the roads to take them back home. We talked like that a while as we traveled, until we reached the crossroads at the valley's center where he bid me farewell...

JasonK at 06:03, 1 August 2006

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	"Yes, lord. His boots, too - woven from the tall grass that grows in the valley, still green but corded with brown vines... No, lady; only his staff, which he'd crossed over his shoulder and hung his hands from... He was young, lord; not more than sixteen summers.		"Yes, lord. His boots, too - woven from the tall grass that grows in the valley, still green but corded with brown vines... No, lady; only his staff, which he'd crossed over his shoulder and hung his hands from... He was young, lord; not more than sixteen summers.

	"He hungered for news, mostly. He asked of Celeren, he asked of [[Lookshy]]; he wondered if we might not travel south to [[Harborhead]], soon. In turn, he told stories of the hill tribes and beastmen that fought us; laughed when he said that some of them were still lost in the hills, having never found the roads to take them back home. We talked like that a while as we traveled, until we reached the crossroads at the valley's center where he bid me farewell.		"He hungered for news, mostly. He asked of Celeren, he asked of [[Lookshy]]; he wondered if we might not travel south to [[Harborhead]], soon. In turn, he told stories of the hill tribes and beastmen that fought us; laughed when he said that some of them were still lost in the hills, having never found the roads to take them back home. We talked like that a while as we traveled, until we reached the crossroads at the valley's center where he bid me farewell...

	"Just one thing, lady: he asked me to thank his father for him, to thank him for his birth. Who do you think he meant by that?"		"Just one thing, lady: he asked me to thank his father for him, to thank him for his birth. Who do you think he meant by that?"

JasonK at 00:09, 1 August 2006

2006-08-01T00:09:44Z

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"That's right, [[Cynis Lachid and Layochi|lady, lord]]; it was an hour after I'd crossed into the hills, heading north from [[Celeren]]. There was no rush, so the horse was just trotting along, when he walked up beside me. He had long legs, but his gait was still too relaxed to keep pace with us if he was just human. I thought he might have been one of your cousins at first - it was the green in his hair put the idea in my head - but from your training in what to look for I saw him as a spirit soon enough. His hair wasn't grass-green, it was actual green grass.

"Yes, lord. His boots, too - woven from the tall grass that grows in the valley, still green but corded with brown vines... No, lady; only his staff, which he'd crossed over his shoulder and hung his hands from... He was young, lord; not more than sixteen summers.

"He hungered for news, mostly. He asked of Celeren, he asked of [[Lookshy]]; he wondered if we might not travel south to [[Harborhead]], soon. In turn, he told stories of the hill tribes and beastmen that fought us; laughed when he said that some of them were still lost in the hills, having never found the roads to take them back home. We talked like that a while as we traveled, until we reached the crossroads at the valley's center where he bid me farewell.

"Just one thing, lady: he asked me to thank his father for him, to thank him for his birth. Who do you think he meant by that?"

-- ''Tatara Lo, of the Baihu Society''

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[[Heaven's Mandate]]