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2012-09-29T04:16:02Z

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	~~nope~~. ~~theres nohitng you can do~~.~~you can't just stop your body~~ from ~~having your period~~.~~you could get on birth control if your not already on~~ it and that ~~couild delay your period~~ for a ~~few days~~, ~~but theres no way you can stop it~~.~~i know how you feel mother nature always comes at~~ the ~~worst times~~.~~Hope this helped~~		==Farrad Garstalson==

			Farrad Garstalson was born a Tarshite or Sartarite farmer. Grew up knowing and loving the land, and clearly gifted in such skills and arts. He was given a new area to recover from wilderness and prepare for planting, and poured his heart and soul into it. Clearing bushes, stones etc. Planting the right fallow plants and herbs that would prepare the soil for growing crops, and it looked to be a plot blessed by Barntar and Ernalda both. Everyone expected him to dedicate to Barntar and become the local Barntar godi, and be a blessing to the local clans for years to come.

			Then his childhood sweetheart, Rana was named Harvest Queen. Farrad was local champion and competed with others from the area in a series of challenges. He lost, to a complete stranger.

			The plot of now-fertile farmland was given to them as a wedding gift.

			Over the next year the clan suffered a poor harvest, disease, and children and animals were born deformed. Obsessed over the loss of Rana, Farrad started following the couple, hiding his rattling cough that would not heal, until his old love went missing. Farrad hunted high and low for her, eventually digging up the field he had invested so much passion into. It was almost a year to the day of the contest when Farrad discovered the clothes and effects of his sweetheart, Rana, buried in a corner of the field, along with burnt and broken bones. Farrad snuck to her home that night and discovered what had happened to her, along with some vagrants and peddlars that had vanished over the year - His sweethearts husband and family were '''Ogres''', dining on the corpses of humans!

			When the red mist cleared, a new initiate of Storm Bull was born, complete with physical pain and traumatic memory ready for Sense Chaos to trigger the recall of.

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2012-09-28T04:05:40Z

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	~~==Farrad Garstalson==~~		nope. theres nohitng you can do.you can't just stop your body from having your period.you could get on birth control if your not already on it and that couild delay your period for a few days, but theres no way you can stop it.i know how you feel mother nature always comes at the worst times.Hope this helped

	~~Farrad Garstalson was born a Tarshite or Sartarite farmer~~. ~~Grew up knowing and loving the land, and clearly gifted in such skills and arts~~. ~~He was given a new area to recover~~ from ~~wilderness and prepare for planting, and poured his heart and soul into it~~. ~~Clearing bushes, stones etc. Planting the right fallow plants and herbs that would prepare the soil for growing crops, and~~ it ~~looked to be a plot blessed by Barntar and Ernalda both. Everyone expected him to dedicate to Barntar~~ and ~~become the local Barntar godi, and be a blessing to the local clans for years to come.~~

	~~Then his childhood sweetheart, Rana was named Harvest Queen. Farrad was local champion and competed with others from the area in a series of challenges. He lost, to a complete stranger.~~

	~~The plot of now-fertile farmland was given to them as a wedding gift.~~

	Over the next year the clan suffered a poor harvest, disease, and children and animals were born deformed. Obsessed over the loss of Rana, Farrad started following the couple, hiding his rattling cough that ~~would not heal, until his old love went missing. Farrad hunted high and low~~ for ~~her, eventually digging up the field he had invested so much passion into. It was almost~~ a ~~year to the day of the contest when Farrad discovered the clothes and effects of his sweetheart~~, ~~Rana, buried in a corner of the field, along with burnt and broken bones~~. Farrad snuck to her home that night and discovered what had happened to her, along with some vagrants and peddlars that had vanished over the year - His sweethearts husband and family were '''Ogres''', dining on the corpses of humans!

	~~When the red mist cleared, a new initiate of Storm Bull was born, complete with physical pain and traumatic memory ready for Sense Chaos to trigger~~ the ~~recall of~~.

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2012-09-26T18:03:23Z

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	~~I can~~'~~t hear atnyhing over~~ the ~~sound~~ of ~~how awesome this article is~~.		==Farrad Garstalson==

			Farrad Garstalson was born a Tarshite or Sartarite farmer. Grew up knowing and loving the land, and clearly gifted in such skills and arts. He was given a new area to recover from wilderness and prepare for planting, and poured his heart and soul into it. Clearing bushes, stones etc. Planting the right fallow plants and herbs that would prepare the soil for growing crops, and it looked to be a plot blessed by Barntar and Ernalda both. Everyone expected him to dedicate to Barntar and become the local Barntar godi, and be a blessing to the local clans for years to come.

			Then his childhood sweetheart, Rana was named Harvest Queen. Farrad was local champion and competed with others from the area in a series of challenges. He lost, to a complete stranger.

			The plot of now-fertile farmland was given to them as a wedding gift.

			Over the next year the clan suffered a poor harvest, disease, and children and animals were born deformed. Obsessed over the loss of Rana, Farrad started following the couple, hiding his rattling cough that would not heal, until his old love went missing. Farrad hunted high and low for her, eventually digging up the field he had invested so much passion into. It was almost a year to the day of the contest when Farrad discovered the clothes and effects of his sweetheart, Rana, buried in a corner of the field, along with burnt and broken bones. Farrad snuck to her home that night and discovered what had happened to her, along with some vagrants and peddlars that had vanished over the year - His sweethearts husband and family were '''Ogres''', dining on the corpses of humans!

			When the red mist cleared, a new initiate of Storm Bull was born, complete with physical pain and traumatic memory ready for Sense Chaos to trigger the recall of.

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2012-09-26T18:02:41Z

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	~~it was metrically and colneptuacly excellent. A gold-glow day, that was. How~~ I valued your approval..As “To every coin ….”, so to every situation: the pluses and minuses. The upsetting minus of you working at 3 or 4 am Florida-time meant that your nights, in fact, were disrupted rather than restful..On more than one such no-sleep occasion, we joked about King David’s influence on you, adapting Psalm 57:7-9. Like King David, your.07: [...] heart is ever steadfast..And like King David, you .08: […] wake the dawn.09: (to) celebrate you, Lord, among the people; and sing your praise among the nations..But the plus of those sleep-arrested nights meant that the time differences between us seemingly dissipated, and emails could fly back and forth. A 3 a.m. mail from you was a welcome midmorning coffee break for me. And how could it be anything but welcome? this respite, full of mind teasing, brain twisting, and word tweaking, a stimulating flurry of exchanges. Combat over the difference between awe – yir’AH, fulfilling G-d’s laws through our observation of His wondrous works in our surroundings, and fear PA’khad – keeping G-d’s laws only to avoid punishment, and the implications of each of these words in the texts. Battles over the fine line between mercy and pity. Tug-o-war over ‘loving-kindness’ – what does one do with such a long and awkward word? which incidentally is quite short in the original: KHESS’edd. But which also raises the issue of synonyms… and the fact that a synonym in English isn’t necessarily so in Hebrew. Bit by bit, you prized the treasure chest open, Alan, its trove of prizes being polished by your special touch..And there was plain old fun teasing too. Lots of it. Like the time you advised that you’d come up with a great solution to Psalm 68:4 after extensive debate, but that you wanted to think it over for a day before releasing it. Another brilliant clinch in the offing …. The suspense was too much – were there 2 or 3 or more whining requests from me: oy vey, no, no, please send now! You sent it shortly afterwards, of course, flourished your trademark ‘heh’:.04: Sing unto God and laud his name. Prepare the way for the sky’s rider. His name is LORD. Exult before him..Though vital to your health, paradoxically you often viewed medical appointments as another setback in this race against time. When the second half of your week hadn’t been easy, following treatment, you sadly let me know it would not be possible to finish the particular psalm we were working on before the Sabbath commenced. With your keen sensitivity to wording, even when I mentioned no names in brief messages, you learned to identify which of my children would be coming home, and wish us a restful Shabbat..Luckily, unproductive ‘long weekends’ were not too common. Instead, there were many other evenings when, around midnight or later as I was about to close the computer and go to sleep… ping! Who can resist the tantalizing ping of the inbox! OK, skim through, acknowledge: I’ll check first thing tomorrow. But this work was so rewarding for us both that it was impossible to ignore your draft until the next morning, especially knowing that you’d probably have time to review response notes that very same day if you received them back immediately..So: coffee, close reading, corrections; and 30 to 40 minutes later, sometimes an hour for a longer or more complex piece, back the notes went. Always considerate of my schedules, you would add something like: It’s very late for you now. Don’t stay up for the sake of this draft. But the beauty of the project burned within our hearts, yes, like a kind of love, and who can turn away from love?**********.How many parallel experiences we discovered in our lives, Alan, from puppies to orchards and growing up near large bodies of water. Both of us, sticklers for accuracy in our work; both of us sharing two pet peeves, ‘proactive’, and ‘impact’ as a proactive(!) verb; both of us loving our language of preference..We worked well together because we truly admired each other’s spheres of knowledge. Your gratitude was warmly sincere. And your humility in the face of the powerful poetry woven into these ancient words made working with you a delight. You tackled the raw material, hammering at it until you spun as described in Psalm 12:6 –silver, refined in earth’s crucible,strained and purified seven times over~~..I was awed by how you approached~~ the work, and told you what a privilege it was to observe the process closely, from the inside out, as it were. We both felt privileged by this versified translation, the chance, as Psalm 33 says, to -03: Sing a new song to the Lord. Play it with skill and verve..In psalm 9 verse 12, King David delineates how G-d[…] recalls them: he never forgets the cry of the meek..We weighed the inferences of recall, and never forget, the first being active, a purposeful raising into the conscious mind, by stating and restating; the second being more passive, an undertone or background; we explored how these words connected with that core of Bible, the Ten Commandments. Working intensively with you this past year-plus leaves me with so many funny or special shared moments and anecdotes; I will never forget them. As for classes on Davidic Psalms and their link to principles of Torah, I will keep my promise to you, Alan, and dedicate them in your name, this year, next year, whenever I give such classes, thereby actively, publicly recalling – for, as we discussed in Psalm 86, a name mentioned in connection with study of Bible gladdens the namesake's soul..Throughout, your achievement was a source of encouragement to many, as we watched you determinedly gain time with the psalms. It was only recently that you wrote the following:.When we got done with 145, I had no idea so much work might still remain. It is daunting, but it has gone well, I think, and it certainly motivates me to stay alert and fight through my medical troubles. I shall be grateful to let go when the time comes. I am so tired. But not yet..And still you managed to edit so many of the psalms since that note, even completely recasting some of them. But with every day that passed since your hospitalization, and no email winging into my inbox, my heart fractured that bit more. You could, chronologically, have been my older brother, and what a wonderful older brother you often seemed to be throughout this laden but beautiful year of working together. Who better to express how I feel now, than King David in Psalm 22:14 I am spilled like water. / All my bones disjointed; / my heart is beeswax, / melting within. This, because I mourn you as only a close Elder Sister can.*.Alan May your insightfulness be a long-lived tribute to your depth of thinking;.May your keen learning that so enhanced our working together, and the many other traits of character that we all respect and admire, infuse our memories with hues of love;.May these, and so much more, be a comfort to all who were close to you.And may these words which I have spoken stand as testimony in your good stead before God..Alan, dear spirit-kin, if I have unthinkingly offended you or been inconsiderate in any way, I ask your forgiveness..Let’s turn again to Psalm Eleven, the psalm that brought us together:.01: I hope in the Lord. Would you wish of my soul be off like a bird …...May your soul, like the bird, be off to settle beneath wings of everlasting peace and blessed rest. ta'NOO’akh ba’sha’LOM. [rest peacefully] Amen.		I can't hear atnyhing over the sound of how awesome this article is.

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2012-09-26T13:35:13Z

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	I can~~'t hear atnyhing~~ over the ~~sound~~ of how ~~awesome~~ this ~~article~~ is.		it was metrically and colneptuacly excellent. A gold-glow day, that was. How I valued your approval..As “To every coin ….”, so to every situation: the pluses and minuses. The upsetting minus of you working at 3 or 4 am Florida-time meant that your nights, in fact, were disrupted rather than restful..On more than one such no-sleep occasion, we joked about King David’s influence on you, adapting Psalm 57:7-9. Like King David, your.07: [...] heart is ever steadfast..And like King David, you .08: […] wake the dawn.09: (to) celebrate you, Lord, among the people; and sing your praise among the nations..But the plus of those sleep-arrested nights meant that the time differences between us seemingly dissipated, and emails could fly back and forth. A 3 a.m. mail from you was a welcome midmorning coffee break for me. And how could it be anything but welcome? this respite, full of mind teasing, brain twisting, and word tweaking, a stimulating flurry of exchanges. Combat over the difference between awe – yir’AH, fulfilling G-d’s laws through our observation of His wondrous works in our surroundings, and fear PA’khad – keeping G-d’s laws only to avoid punishment, and the implications of each of these words in the texts. Battles over the fine line between mercy and pity. Tug-o-war over ‘loving-kindness’ – what does one do with such a long and awkward word? which incidentally is quite short in the original: KHESS’edd. But which also raises the issue of synonyms… and the fact that a synonym in English isn’t necessarily so in Hebrew. Bit by bit, you prized the treasure chest open, Alan, its trove of prizes being polished by your special touch..And there was plain old fun teasing too. Lots of it. Like the time you advised that you’d come up with a great solution to Psalm 68:4 after extensive debate, but that you wanted to think it over for a day before releasing it. Another brilliant clinch in the offing …. The suspense was too much – were there 2 or 3 or more whining requests from me: oy vey, no, no, please send now! You sent it shortly afterwards, of course, flourished your trademark ‘heh’:.04: Sing unto God and laud his name. Prepare the way for the sky’s rider. His name is LORD. Exult before him..Though vital to your health, paradoxically you often viewed medical appointments as another setback in this race against time. When the second half of your week hadn’t been easy, following treatment, you sadly let me know it would not be possible to finish the particular psalm we were working on before the Sabbath commenced. With your keen sensitivity to wording, even when I mentioned no names in brief messages, you learned to identify which of my children would be coming home, and wish us a restful Shabbat..Luckily, unproductive ‘long weekends’ were not too common. Instead, there were many other evenings when, around midnight or later as I was about to close the computer and go to sleep… ping! Who can resist the tantalizing ping of the inbox! OK, skim through, acknowledge: I’ll check first thing tomorrow. But this work was so rewarding for us both that it was impossible to ignore your draft until the next morning, especially knowing that you’d probably have time to review response notes that very same day if you received them back immediately..So: coffee, close reading, corrections; and 30 to 40 minutes later, sometimes an hour for a longer or more complex piece, back the notes went. Always considerate of my schedules, you would add something like: It’s very late for you now. Don’t stay up for the sake of this draft. But the beauty of the project burned within our hearts, yes, like a kind of love, and who can turn away from love?**********.How many parallel experiences we discovered in our lives, Alan, from puppies to orchards and growing up near large bodies of water. Both of us, sticklers for accuracy in our work; both of us sharing two pet peeves, ‘proactive’, and ‘impact’ as a proactive(!) verb; both of us loving our language of preference..We worked well together because we truly admired each other’s spheres of knowledge. Your gratitude was warmly sincere. And your humility in the face of the powerful poetry woven into these ancient words made working with you a delight. You tackled the raw material, hammering at it until you spun as described in Psalm 12:6 –silver, refined in earth’s crucible,strained and purified seven times over..I was awed by how you approached the work, and told you what a privilege it was to observe the process closely, from the inside out, as it were. We both felt privileged by this versified translation, the chance, as Psalm 33 says, to -03: Sing a new song to the Lord. Play it with skill and verve..In psalm 9 verse 12, King David delineates how G-d[…] recalls them: he never forgets the cry of the meek..We weighed the inferences of recall, and never forget, the first being active, a purposeful raising into the conscious mind, by stating and restating; the second being more passive, an undertone or background; we explored how these words connected with that core of Bible, the Ten Commandments. Working intensively with you this past year-plus leaves me with so many funny or special shared moments and anecdotes; I will never forget them. As for classes on Davidic Psalms and their link to principles of Torah, I will keep my promise to you, Alan, and dedicate them in your name, this year, next year, whenever I give such classes, thereby actively, publicly recalling – for, as we discussed in Psalm 86, a name mentioned in connection with study of Bible gladdens the namesake's soul..Throughout, your achievement was a source of encouragement to many, as we watched you determinedly gain time with the psalms. It was only recently that you wrote the following:.When we got done with 145, I had no idea so much work might still remain. It is daunting, but it has gone well, I think, and it certainly motivates me to stay alert and fight through my medical troubles. I shall be grateful to let go when the time comes. I am so tired. But not yet..And still you managed to edit so many of the psalms since that note, even completely recasting some of them. But with every day that passed since your hospitalization, and no email winging into my inbox, my heart fractured that bit more. You could, chronologically, have been my older brother, and what a wonderful older brother you often seemed to be throughout this laden but beautiful year of working together. Who better to express how I feel now, than King David in Psalm 22:14 I am spilled like water. / All my bones disjointed; / my heart is beeswax, / melting within. This, because I mourn you as only a close Elder Sister can.*.Alan May your insightfulness be a long-lived tribute to your depth of thinking;.May your keen learning that so enhanced our working together, and the many other traits of character that we all respect and admire, infuse our memories with hues of love;.May these, and so much more, be a comfort to all who were close to you.And may these words which I have spoken stand as testimony in your good stead before God..Alan, dear spirit-kin, if I have unthinkingly offended you or been inconsiderate in any way, I ask your forgiveness..Let’s turn again to Psalm Eleven, the psalm that brought us together:.01: I hope in the Lord. Would you wish of my soul be off like a bird …...May your soul, like the bird, be off to settle beneath wings of everlasting peace and blessed rest. ta'NOO’akh ba’sha’LOM. [rest peacefully] Amen.

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2012-09-26T11:36:24Z

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	~~==Farrad Garstalson==~~		I can't hear atnyhing over the sound of how awesome this article is.

	Farrad Garstalson was born a Tarshite or Sartarite farmer. Grew up knowing and loving the land, and clearly gifted in such skills and arts. He was given a new area to recover from wilderness and prepare for planting, and poured his heart and soul into it. Clearing bushes, stones etc. Planting the right fallow plants and herbs that would prepare the soil for growing crops, and it looked to be a plot blessed by Barntar and Ernalda both. Everyone expected him to dedicate to Barntar and become the local Barntar godi, and be a blessing to the local clans for years to come.

	~~Then his childhood sweetheart, Rana was named Harvest Queen. Farrad was local champion and competed with others from the area in a series of challenges. He lost, to a complete stranger.~~

	~~The plot of now-fertile farmland was given to them as a wedding gift.~~

	Over the next year the clan suffered a poor harvest, disease, and children and animals were born deformed. Obsessed over the loss of Rana, Farrad started following the couple, hiding his rattling cough that would not heal, until his old love went missing. Farrad hunted high and low for her, eventually digging up the field he had invested so much passion into. It was almost a year to the day of the contest when Farrad discovered the clothes and effects of his sweetheart, Rana, buried in a corner of the field, along with burnt and broken bones. Farrad snuck to her home that night and discovered what had happened to her, along with some vagrants and peddlars that had vanished over the ~~year - His sweethearts husband and family were '''Ogres''', dining on the corpses of humans!~~

	~~When the red mist cleared, a new initiate of Storm Bull was born, complete with physical pain and traumatic memory ready for Sense Chaos to trigger the recall~~ of.

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	==~~Name~~==		==Farrad Garstalson==

	Farrad Garstalson was born a Tarshite or Sartarite farmer. Grew up knowing and loving the land, and clearly gifted in such skills and arts. He was given a new area to recover from wilderness and prepare for planting, and poured his heart and soul into it. Clearing bushes, stones etc. Planting the right fallow plants and herbs that would prepare the soil for growing crops, and it looked to be a plot blessed by Barntar and Ernalda both. Everyone expected him to dedicate to Barntar and become the local Barntar godi, and be a blessing to the local clans for years to come.		Farrad Garstalson was born a Tarshite or Sartarite farmer. Grew up knowing and loving the land, and clearly gifted in such skills and arts. He was given a new area to recover from wilderness and prepare for planting, and poured his heart and soul into it. Clearing bushes, stones etc. Planting the right fallow plants and herbs that would prepare the soil for growing crops, and it looked to be a plot blessed by Barntar and Ernalda both. Everyone expected him to dedicate to Barntar and become the local Barntar godi, and be a blessing to the local clans for years to come.

	Then his childhood sweetheart, Rana was named Harvest Queen. ~~My Character~~ was local champion and competed with others from the area in a series of challenges. He lost, to a complete stranger.		Then his childhood sweetheart, Rana was named Harvest Queen. Farrad was local champion and competed with others from the area in a series of challenges. He lost, to a complete stranger.

	The plot of now-fertile farmland was given to them as a wedding gift.		The plot of now-fertile farmland was given to them as a wedding gift.

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2012-09-14T19:22:49Z

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	==Name==		==Name==

	~~This character~~ was born a Tarshite or Sartarite farmer. Grew up knowing and loving the land, and clearly gifted in such skills and arts. He was given a new area to recover from wilderness and prepare for planting, and poured his heart and soul into it. Clearing bushes, stones etc. Planting the right fallow plants and herbs that would prepare the soil for growing crops, and it looked to be a plot blessed by Barntar and Ernalda both. Everyone expected him to dedicate to Barntar and become the local Barntar godi, and be a blessing to the local clans for years to come.		Farrad Garstalson was born a Tarshite or Sartarite farmer. Grew up knowing and loving the land, and clearly gifted in such skills and arts. He was given a new area to recover from wilderness and prepare for planting, and poured his heart and soul into it. Clearing bushes, stones etc. Planting the right fallow plants and herbs that would prepare the soil for growing crops, and it looked to be a plot blessed by Barntar and Ernalda both. Everyone expected him to dedicate to Barntar and become the local Barntar godi, and be a blessing to the local clans for years to come.

	Then his childhood sweetheart was named Harvest Queen. ~~And his childhood rival/nemesis~~ was ~~nominated~~ the ~~local representative~~ in ~~the sacred challenge~~. ~~And won the contest and his sweetheart~~.		Then his childhood sweetheart, Rana was named Harvest Queen. My Character was local champion and competed with others from the area in a series of challenges. He lost, to a complete stranger.

	The plot of now-fertile farmland was given to them as a wedding gift.		The plot of now-fertile farmland was given to them as a wedding gift.

	~~Driven by bitter anger~~ and ~~resentment~~, the ~~character sneaks out to~~ the ~~plot~~ he had ~~poured~~ so much ~~love~~ into a ~~few nights later and performs a self-scarification blood ritual, calling on Maran Gor~~ to ~~see that if he can't have~~ the ~~plot (as he had come to expect) then no-one could. Maran Gor granted his request, blasting~~ the ~~life from~~ the ~~new farm field. In horror at~~ his ~~own actions~~, ~~he watched the plants whither~~, ~~the pond~~ in the ~~corner become filled~~ with ~~algae,~~ and ~~the soil turn to powder before him, this character ran from his clan~~. ~~After wandering a few days, he bumped into an Earthshaker Priestess who~~ had ~~been ?sent~~ to ~~investigate this powerful invocation of~~ her ~~goddess~~, and ~~was recognized as~~ the ~~agent of the miracle~~ and ~~was brought back to~~ the ~~temple for containment and training as this young man had an unusual tie to the Earth Rune, usually restricted to women.~~		Over the next year the clan suffered a poor harvest, disease, and children and animals were born deformed. Obsessed over the loss of Rana, Farrad started following the couple, hiding his rattling cough that would not heal, until his old love went missing. Farrad hunted high and low for her, eventually digging up the field he had invested so much passion into. It was almost a year to the day of the contest when Farrad discovered the clothes and effects of his sweetheart, Rana, buried in a corner of the field, along with burnt and broken bones. Farrad snuck to her home that night and discovered what had happened to her, along with some vagrants and peddlars that had vanished over the year - His sweethearts husband and family were '''Ogres''', dining on the corpses of humans!

	~~Thus he learnt Earth magics and combat arts~~, ~~the arts of women and men both until one day he woke from~~ a ~~dream~~ of ~~a lost Earth Temple, struggling against an unseen foe~~, and ~~a few words - "Excuse me, August sir..~~."		When the red mist cleared, a new initiate of Storm Bull was born, complete with physical pain and traumatic memory ready for Sense Chaos to trigger the recall of.

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2012-08-26T11:36:15Z

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	The plot of now-fertile farmland was given to them as a wedding gift.		The plot of now-fertile farmland was given to them as a wedding gift.

	Driven by bitter anger and resentment, the character sneaks out to the plot he had poured so much love into a few nights later and performs a self-scarification blood ritual, calling on Maran Gor to see that if he can't have the plot (as he had come to expect) then no-one could. Maran Gor granted his request, blasting the life from the new farm field. In horror at his own actions, he watched the plants whither, the pond in the corner become filled with algae, and the soil turn to powder before him, this character ran from his clan. After wandering a few days, he bumped into an Earthshaker Priestess who had been ?sent to investigate this powerful invocation of her goddess, and was recognized as the agent of the miracle and was brought back to the temple for containment and training as this young man had an unusual tie to the Earth ~~Pantheon~~, usually restricted to women.		Driven by bitter anger and resentment, the character sneaks out to the plot he had poured so much love into a few nights later and performs a self-scarification blood ritual, calling on Maran Gor to see that if he can't have the plot (as he had come to expect) then no-one could. Maran Gor granted his request, blasting the life from the new farm field. In horror at his own actions, he watched the plants whither, the pond in the corner become filled with algae, and the soil turn to powder before him, this character ran from his clan. After wandering a few days, he bumped into an Earthshaker Priestess who had been ?sent to investigate this powerful invocation of her goddess, and was recognized as the agent of the miracle and was brought back to the temple for containment and training as this young man had an unusual tie to the Earth Rune, usually restricted to women.

	Thus he learnt Earth magics and combat arts, the arts of women and men both until one day he woke from a dream of a lost Earth Temple, struggling against an unseen foe, and a few words - "Excuse me, August sir..."		Thus he learnt Earth magics and combat arts, the arts of women and men both until one day he woke from a dream of a lost Earth Temple, struggling against an unseen foe, and a few words - "Excuse me, August sir..."

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	This character was born a Tarshite or Sartarite farmer. Grew up knowing and loving the land, and clearly gifted in such skills and arts. He was given a new area to recover from wilderness and prepare for planting, and poured his heart and soul into it. Clearing bushes, stones etc. Planting the right fallow plants and ~~crops~~ that would prepare the soil for growing crops, and it looked to be a plot blessed by Barntar and Ernalda both. Everyone expected him to dedicate to Barntar and become the local Barntar godi, and be a blessing to the local clans for years to come.		This character was born a Tarshite or Sartarite farmer. Grew up knowing and loving the land, and clearly gifted in such skills and arts. He was given a new area to recover from wilderness and prepare for planting, and poured his heart and soul into it. Clearing bushes, stones etc. Planting the right fallow plants and herbs that would prepare the soil for growing crops, and it looked to be a plot blessed by Barntar and Ernalda both. Everyone expected him to dedicate to Barntar and become the local Barntar godi, and be a blessing to the local clans for years to come.

	Then his childhood sweetheart was named Harvest Queen. And his childhood rival/nemesis was nominated the local representative in the sacred challenge. And won the contest and his sweetheart.		Then his childhood sweetheart was named Harvest Queen. And his childhood rival/nemesis was nominated the local representative in the sacred challenge. And won the contest and his sweetheart.