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« on: 22 December 2006, 23:59:49 »



INAUGURATION OF MIRARAN TO FULL MEMBERSHIP


Coren looked around, quite pleased with himself. The old favourite being gold, the World really did revolve around shiny objects. “Much better… Much better, definitely better!” Gone was the sombre countenance, gone were the solemn authority and the grim erudition! The Great Hall was overwhelmingly pleasant tonight: a drop of water, suspended in perfect elegance for that brief moment of eternity before breaking surface...

Everything around him looked so flawlessly graceful now that Coren really could not understand why the reaction of the Keeper of the Grounds had been so excessively melodramatic last week. The old man had clutched his chest and made several gasping-gulping sounds (which had seemed quite redolent of a fish thrashing about in a market stall) when Coren had registered his request for the Great Hall to be completely emptied (and those dreadful chandeliers removed) so that it could be redecorated! The Krean priestesses he had brought from the far western shores of Nybelmar had done a truly miraculous job. “Though these fountains might be a little hard to remove…” mused Coren.

The floral arrangements were breathtaking – something Coren had dedicated considerable time to (overseeing the work of the priestesses) and thus hoped the man in whose honour this soiree was held would appreciate…  But then how could the flowers not be extravagant when Krean decorators were involved?

A mischievous smile clambered up Coren’s face and settled around the corners of his eyes. The dancing-waitresses with platters of tantalizing appetizers were swivelling around the guests, flowing through the Great Hall in an impeccably coordinated dance. Service as it should be! The smile deepened as he remembered the Head-Chef was also Krean – which meant “appetizers” were all these voracious Sarvonians would have tonight. Krean ceremonial dinners were legendary for the astonishing assortment of dishes and the number of courses they were served in – but also for their incredibly tiny portions! Well, when one was expected to serve seventeen courses that was a necessity – unless of course one intended his guests to have their Last Dinner…

“Now where IS this Miraran? He cannot possibly be late to his own Inauguration – especially after having fought so hard and resiliently for it, could he?” Coren was starting to worry now. Had he taken too long in organizing the celebrations and the young Helcrani, frustrated with the pace the events moved, had left for the Drifting Woods without a word? “Ah THERE he is!” The Krean could not contain his laughter when one of the dancers had whirled around him in a sweeping swivel to offer him a different set of entrées. “Now that’s what I call an edible apprentice!” The Head-Chef had amused herself by sculpting her signature dish in perfect likeness of his former unofficial pupil! Coren winced as he discerned Masterbard Judith decapitating one of the mini-Mirarans a few peds to his left. Soon she was chewing enthusiastically. “Owh, that must have hurt…” Coren snickered.

His smirk quickly vanished when he noticed the next set of hors d'oeuvres making their way towards the Great Hall: He too was being served – and on a silver platter!
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« Reply #1 on: 23 December 2006, 05:16:38 »

Gods not this time... I won't be late for the inauguration of my fellow and friend.

Thought Orril while picking stuffs, his present was the big award of all the member... Why Orril was giving it? Because he feared his master wouldn't be able to appear to the magnificent ceremony.

Only wish Miraran didn't invited his green friends... I passed more than enough time fighting rare and weird things in my master's study to pass another hour fighting those... strangling vines... Orril Shivered by the mere thought of the vines that kept "safe" the scrolls of Teleportation, not to mention the rabid book and the servants that Twen had gave his master... and his own present, flying book cases with books that would fly to his desk when his master thought of them, a nice gift for a cat...

Shadow, Storm, come here... yeah, I know you hate this but Mina's method is far safer than mines... That's not really funny right? Orril looked into the eyes of the wolf, Shadow hated the way his Alfa traveled, but would travel with him with the promise of a good food when returning... if not before.

Orril put a foot over his window in the Sky Tower and whispering some words made the crystalline wings appear, the last time he had a small accident... not this time he was sure.

Few minutes latter, in New Santhala palace a pair of shapes flying were about to make land, Orril reached the front door, this time safe, followed closely by Shadow and Storm. The wings disappeared and he opened the door, for his surprise not a lot of people yet... but there he was, Coren, the new master of magic that came from Nyblemar...

Oh My Gods!!! What happened here??? Thought Orril while he escaped the dazzle he felt when he entered the main hall, "someone" had made a total redecoration, fountains, plants, gold?. This could only be the craft and art of a Krean, and one with a good taste for decorations. Though strange, the main hall was impressing and astonishing... Talia would faint provably, no Artimidor would faint soon, when he made his first step in here... Would Coren had adviced the great sage? or he just took his strange but overwhelming powerful magic to move all this into the main hall? Personal note... pay a visit to Coren in his study... no, better no, if my master study is dangerous I don't want to see a Krean one... Thought Orril for himself while walking to Coren.

Congratulations Coren, you made it, you turned Miraran into a great master of herbolarium and bestiary... just I miss him sometimes in the magic hall, without his fireworks and his rats the things aren't that funny... But, here we are. Oh, by the way, do you know if Silfer will come? I had to enter that study again, yes the one you redecorated and made "secure", for the scroll of Teleport spell. Not a really nice visit without my master there
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« Reply #2 on: 23 December 2006, 05:52:03 »

Niccoli had to see this. Parties in new santhala always tended to be good. Parties and festivities were fine, there was usually at least decent ale at parties, but this was a compendium party, in New Santhala, there would be good food and drink to be had. Niccoli grabbed his spare travel cloak, one that was clean, put on a clean shirt and such and grabbed a decorative rapier he'd been working on, Caeh-Fish bone, inlaid with silver red rubites adorning the guard and pommel. Fairly ungainly as a weapon but a lovely show piece. He'd even gotten a small spell placed on it, perfect for the hectic conditions that came with the profession of writing for the compendium. Niccoli belted on his own rapier and walked towards the main hall.

"Dear gods above! What has happened to this hall!" Coren was standing there. Nybelmarians... far too obsessed with shiny things... but of course, Niccoli didn't mind relieving them of some of the excess weight.
"Coren, where is Miraran?" He's disappeared the eve of his own inaugration. I even brought him a gift!"
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« Reply #3 on: 23 December 2006, 09:42:36 »

Chewing contentedly on the last of her Mirappetizer, Bard Judith looked (OOC: since everyone so far has posted in past tense...) around the Great Hall, her normally large emeraud eyes squinted against the scintillation of so many aureate surfaces.

Things which didn't glow, shine, or radiate a soft golden reflection, instead sparkled, glinted, or glittered with sparks of Injeran beauty.  The formerly plain grey granite of the Hall's paved floor now seemed to be white marble shot through with gold veins.  The great columns were gilded top to bottom, while the sweeping stairs up to the second-floor balconies and the minstrels' gallery - the Bard shot a quick glance to ensure the musicians were in place and ready for her signal upon Mira's arrival - seemed to have been carpeted and draped in cloth-of-aurium.   

Silken banners fine as misty rain swayed far above guests' heads, rippling with the breeze of movement throughout the huge space, while fountains of harmlessly cool magical gold fire shot upwards from the floor as if to meet them, and curved back down in dappled sparks of light.

Really, the fountains were a bit over the top... but then again, one does expect extravagance at a Membership Party.... and I'd forgive any excess for the sake of the food...

The bard caught Coren's eye as she finished swallowing.  The grin that flicked up one corner of his mouth fleetingly let her guess his thoughts and she turned to challenge him, full green skirts flaring out around her ample hips.

"Master Coren, I do NOT bite people's heads off on a regular basis!"

Her matching grin, deliberately exposing rather vulpine eyeteeth, gave the lie to her words, especially as she followed up by a quick snatch at one of the swirling servitors' trays for yet another Apprentice-shaped (OOC: since I was NOT about to write 'Member-shaped' and get myself into all sorts of trouble, Mira, so don't even start... :) ) tidbit.

"Is that young man..." (munch, munch) "...ever going to arrive on time for anything?  My minstrels are going to have choler-fits if they have to keep their lutes in tune much longer, in this heat and humidity..."   

She looked down, preparing to take another bite of the delectable morsel.  "Oh, wait! THIS one isn't Mira!"  Her smile broadened, and she began stressing her syllables (always a dangerous sign with bards, by the way).  "HOW  can I so HEARTlessly devour the master responsible for this MARVELOUS monument to excess, this DAZZling designer of DECOR,  this STUNning SYMphony of SPLENdor, this.. this..." 

Fortunately for Coren, and probably for Judith, Niccoli's interjection relieved her of the necessity to finish her rhetorical question.  "What has happened to this hall?" the elegant young newcomer gasped before spotting Coren.  Ignoring Judith's half-choked chortle, Niccoli went on to ask after Miraran's whereabouts, finishing "and I even brought him a gift!"



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« Reply #4 on: 23 December 2006, 14:03:40 »

Decipher, who is normally oblivious to all the important going-ons of the library that don't concern him (and they rarely do), strolls by the party hall carrying piles of scroll for his masterwork. He peeks through the window and sees a badly spelt banner 'Hapee Inaugrashun Mira' hanging from the ceiling. Oh no! He's forgotton about Mira's inauguration party. He picks up one of the strange scrolls that Orril uses to teleport himself around the building, and quickly Master Ziron dematerialises, only to repappear in a matter of seconds with a bag.

He storms into the hall

'MIRA!!! Congratulations on your in... Where is Mira?'

Decipher looks around in contempt at the decorations and food the compendium has supplied, though he is not impressed, he finds partially acceptable.

'What is this?' Decipher asks as he throws a handful of seeds into the centre of the hall.

While everybody stares at him, especially whip-master Coren, Decipher points to the seeds as the quickly roll along the floor and sprout into beautiful flower vines that climb up the wall.

'That's better' Decipher says with blantant arrogance.

'Now where is Mira?'

btw: Orril, Coren isn't Krean, he's Anpagan
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« Reply #5 on: 23 December 2006, 15:02:04 »

Bugg off Thief... I want to finish disecting the Mogo specimen tonight, if you don't mind.. you guys can go to the Kitchens and get something to eat on your own, as long as you wear the coats i gave you... Miraran grunted, burried half-way into a one-point-five-pygge fish carcas, to his little rat friend. However, before he could even finish, he felt two more little creatures climb up his apron and start tugging on his hair. Finaly, Miraran resurfaced, covered slightly with icky liquids and bits of blue-gray flesh.

WHAT is it?! Eh? Gnaw, the lead rat of the pack, had scurried off to the window, and pointed at the glowing clouds that indicated the sun had already set, then to the lit windows of the main hall, four floors down. Vikthi's Light! The party!

*..an undescribable scene of chaos, including a dead fish, several ruined clothes, three rats, and a lot of water ensues..*

..and Miraran bolts from his room, three dressed-up rats clinging desperately to his shoulders as he takes a sharp turn down the stairs, meanwhile adjusting the last straps of his Ter'ei'Vikh clothing, which he saved for this particular occasion.
Within mere moments, Miraran skidds to a halt before the great doors, and takes a deep breath.

There we go... you lot behave tonight, ok? Coren has been doing secretive for weeks! he muttered to the three pairs of bright eyes that took their proper places on his shoulder, and opened the doors.

Eyes wide, he walked into the hall, which had never before been this beautifull. Briefly noting the fact Artimidor would have a flying fit when he noticed, Miraran wandered more or less straight ahaid, a bit glazy-eyed with all of the wonders. Absent mindedly, he took a snack when offered, and only after eating halfway through it, noticed his own face staring back at him from his hand. Grinning, he turned when someone tried to get his attention.
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« Reply #6 on: 23 December 2006, 20:52:23 »

"Errrrm..." Sage Artimidor coughed aloud from the top of the dais when he spotted Miraran finally enter the completely redecorated Great Hall. He had just seen that the soon-to-be member was already investigating the snacks while the official part of his own celebration hadn't even started yet.

When Artimidor wasn't heard properly, he coughed again, this time a bunch of the already arrived people turned their heads and at eventually Miraran noticed as well that the attention was drawn to him. He spotted Artimidor beckoning him from above, addressing him again smiling politely, but determined: "May I request our guest of honour to climb up the stairs up here first before mingling with the crowd? Preferably without the snacks, with which you've already gotten your hands full, Mira?" Artimidor indicates to the others to make room for Miraran, so that the official procedure can commence.
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« Reply #7 on: 23 December 2006, 21:03:10 »

Erh... of course... blushing, Mira puts the snack in a small pouch on his twined belt, where it is quickly followed by one of the rats. His cheeks still flushed with embarassment, he walks through the path that is opening up between him and the great Sage, and takes his place next to him.
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« Reply #8 on: 24 December 2006, 03:21:41 »

Judith catches Artimidor's eye, sees Mira take his place, and waves vigorously at the minstrels' gallery.  The musicians, red-faced in their ceremonial green tunics, positively explode into the opening fanfare, which effectively squelches the babble of conversation, laughter, and gossip already filling the space.

The Thergerim Knertmor (nosehorn) rises to a stertorous climax (Judith grins as she thinks of the effort it took to inveigle a dwarven musician aboveground; some of the pieces in her 'collection' of ethnic and cultural musical instruments are literally unplayable by humans...) and dies away with a triumphant blast over the cheerful brasses.

The Hall is silent, and all eyes turn to the dais where the Sage and the erst-while apprentice are standing....
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« Reply #9 on: 24 December 2006, 03:26:46 »

Nsiki spots Mira taking his place at the head of the hall and offers a salute. "Best of luck, my brother-in-arms!" he calls out. Taking a seat, snacking on Doch Nuts Nsiki relaxes a bit. This should be fun, he thinks.
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« Reply #10 on: 24 December 2006, 08:08:39 »

There you are... I bet you was doing something in that greenhouse nad was something i don't want to know... Thought Orril while Miraran entered the Great Hall, he quickly approached him but Artimidor prevented him to get the precent to the hands of Miraran

Well... here we go, other ceremony, and mine doesn't seems to arrive... doesn't matter, I feel confortable in my study... but I envy the right of the first and best dotch nuts the members get... Oh well, will wait.

Orril took a seat and so did Shadow in front of him, Storm was over his right shoulder where she seemed really confortable, Orril's familiars were good friends of Miraran ones so Orril expected to not have any embarrasing issue with Shadow and Storm taking the familiars of Miraran to play...

The big fanfare started and finished, Judith this time made the music, that was odd and new, yet good.
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« Reply #11 on: 24 December 2006, 10:36:59 »

(OOC: Posts seem to change from past tense to present tense and the other way round. Suggest to continue in present tense, as this is usually the form how such inauguration parties are written.)

Miraran arrives on the dais and is welcomed by Artimidor with a handshake. "Good to see that you could make it - the impatient folks down there already wanted to send out a search party!" He grins, then turns up his nose and eyes Miraran suspiciously. "Something smells like fish here, doesn't it? Say, you haven't worked by chance on this fish researches of yours?" He blinks, but then guides Miraran to the balcony so that everyone can see him.

"Silence, silence, please, Santharians," he addresses the mumbling crowd and once the voices die down, he starts his speech: "First of all thanks go to Coren, who started this thread and helped with room decoration to make this speech a very special Nybelmarian experience."

Applause and cheers can be heard from the gathered people below. Artimidor points to Miraran.

"I'm proud to have with me our latest addition to our Santharian members roster. Though he was without an official mentor during his first months at the Santharian Dream, he persued his goals with determination and efficiency, producing Bestiary and Herbarium entries of mainly the Nybelmarian fauna and flora, and helping out people who needed comments on their own works. Just this week he has finished another great work, his very first Places entry - the Drifting Woods, an entry, of which we hope that more of this kind will follow. Our honoured guest also has eventually become Herbarium Mod on the side of our Masterbard, Judy, even before he officially became a member, a sign of his dedication to the Dream we share together. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome in our midst Miraran Tehuriden!"

Artimidor steps back so that everyone can see the guest of honour, and more cheering and applause comes from below.

"I hereby declare you official member of the Santharian Dream, Mira. You are now entitled to have your own membership page, so if you have time to gather the necessary information, please see to it and we can put it on the site and provide links from there to all the entries you've made already. With great pride I also see that you've already signed the Santharian Dreamers code, so thanks for that on behalf of the team, it is very much appreciated."

Artimidor shows the parchment with the Santharian code, which Mira has signed, to the people and is greeted with "Ohhhs" and "Ahhs".

He then hands out the golden Membersmoot key to Miraran. "Here's your key to the Members Only Santhmoot Forum, Mira, where top secret stuff is debated - you're welcome there as well! - Oh, and we need one more thing from you: The decision on what text you'd like to have displayed on your official membership plaque. You know, every official member is entitled to decide by himself or herself what's on it. So let me know, and I'll take care of that!"
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« Reply #12 on: 24 December 2006, 15:25:18 »

Talia silently slips into the hall - and gasps. Standing at one of the side entrances she is still a few steps over the main floor and can very well oversee the whole hall.
It is completely redecorated, with unknown splendours. Now, that is what Coren always talks about. Though she theoretical knows, what the Krean priestesses are able to do (she had read all what her friend from the far away Nybelmar had described so beautifully, but till now she had thought it was more his skill of writing), somehow she  has never imagined that it is really as splendid and overwhelming as Coren has pictured it.

After several minutes of quiet admiration, she gathers herself. The purpose she came here is to congratulate Miraran to his membership, not to admire Nybelmar skills.

Looking around she sees that the ceremony is just about to take place, Miraran climbing up to the sage to receive his keys. There is no time to taste the beautiful looking appetisers now - though she has to take a second look at them, when she realises whom they resemble. She has anyway no appetite, but the little Mirarans and Corens look as if they are tasting marvellous. Would be interesting which different notes of taste the head cook has given them... Maybe she could take some with her for her voyage which she wants to start already this night.

While she waits for Mira to get his plaque and what else comes with the membership, she considers to go over to Judy, Coren or Orril, but  she does not feel like mixing which is quite a number of people. So she keeps to her wall , not far from the entrance. Here she has a good view without being spotted too early.

She looks down at herself. If she doesn‘t want draw attention towards her, she she should have dressed in a more formal garb, a dress or something similar. But with her intend to start her voyage home tonight she has chosen her Shendar clothes, though the good ones. Shiny Shendar silk covers her whole body, the  creamy white trousers  stuck in her silvery estar boots, over the wide sleeved blouse her blue, knee length tunic with the intricate patterns is thrown, held together by her estar-belt. The ceremonial dagger at her side does draw the attention from those around her as does the silvery jewellery. She can‘t even hide behind her ever-present wisps, for today she had wrapped her braids around her head in a wreath like manner and not many of them have managed to escape so far.

The ceremony is over, people gather around Mira to congratulate him. Talia waits a bit, till she goes forward to give him her present, a finely crafted Varcopas dagger made out of the best steel enforced with Mithrilan. A good work, not just such a cheap mass production knife like they do it in Thalambath. And the sheath is out of the finest leather from the ferocious brown kara of the Rahaz-Dath, with a delicate blue pattern of triangles and circles printed in it. Finally the biggest rush to the new member has waned and so Talia goes forward to congratulate the former apprentice who was so lucky to be able to investigate one of the most mysterious landscapes of the anyway miraculous Nybelmar. Such a pity that he was a Helcrani, one of the old opponents of the Stratanian Kingdom.

When Talia has finally shoved away the remaining gratulants she gives  Miraran one of her broadest smiles, which is rarely seen currently.

„Miranan, congratulations! It is really  time, that you get your own room here! And I want to say you, that I‘m really glad to know you  not only because I like to tease you. I‘m  looking forward to hear more of the life in the Drifting woods. I wished I would be an elf and live long enough to visit Nybelmar and all its splendors. Such a moos mound must be a sight!  Well, I have a present for you - practical as most Shendar gifts - I hope you have good use for it! But before I give it to you, I need to take advantage of the situation and give you kiss!“.

That said, she puts her arms around him, hugging him and giving him an affectionate kiss on his cheek.

“ Unfortunately I have to leave already, I‘m going home to the Jewels and I need to catch a boat which travels down the river to Chylikis. So fare well, I will miss you! If you ever want to flee your watery world, you are welcome in our domes!“

She puts her parcel into his arms, a last smile, a nod and a questioning look to Artimidor and she is gone.

On her way back out she goes over to Judy first, takes her hand and whispers into her ear: “The Jewels are not far away from Bardavos! And thank you for having been a friend!“

Coren is surrounded by a lot of the guests, drowning in questions about the decoration of the  hall. Talia is slipping through them, quite impolite at times, takes him at the arm and with a “Excuse me please“ drags Coren away from his admirers and talks to him in a low voice.
“Coren, you need to visit me, I might even come to Varcopas to talk about certain things. So send me a messenger as soon as you have the time! I need to go now, please great any old friends, if they should still come to attend the party“ . And Coren gets a hug and a kiss as well.

Talia has nearly crossed the hall when she sees Orril near a wonderful arrangement of flowers. On the spur of the moment she picks one of the lovely blooms, not noticing the strange look one of the priestesses  and fastens it at Orril's chest.
„That‘s an award for learning English so quickly!“ she teases him with a little smile, but before Orril can say a word, she is already gone.

Before she leaves the feast she gives the hall a last glance. Many of her friends are here, the ones she has laughed with and the ones she has struggled with. Talia feels a small twitch in her heart and regret creeps in, but with a sigh she turns around. Now the time has come to go home, where  hopefully body and soul will be refreshed till the next adventures waiting in the vast realm of the Rahaz-Dath.
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« Reply #13 on: 24 December 2006, 17:08:07 »

Congradulations, Mira! Knew you could do it says nsiki, patting the newly apromoted member on the back. Can't wait till I get one of these parties.... Its nice. Very nice. Anyways, here's a sack of those Doch Nuts ive been promising you. And Orril says the members get the best ones... .tsk, tsk. Best ones come from my garden, everyone knows that. By the way, Orril, nice flower!
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« Reply #14 on: 24 December 2006, 23:22:27 »

Taking Miraran apart the mass of Santharians arround him Orril moves him to a not so ovbious corner in the Main Hall, there he gets out the scroll.

Is a pleasure to see you made it, congratulations dear friend. Now, since my mentor is somewhat bussy and I think he won't be able to assist to this party... Here you are, the secret of how Silfer Twen me and the members move so fast between buildings... Twen and me got 'em from our mentor so no word about this Ok? And here... is my present.

Orril put other scroll in the hands of Miraran.

I think you might like to cut some vines and many other things in that greenhouse, so here is Razor Wind, you can cut almost anything with this, just keep some metalic powder with you and you'll be able to use this spell. My advice... don't use it on stones, it can be really painfull for you.

With this Orril had mere moments to flee from the place before the crowd found where Miraran and he was hiding I should had gave him a Vanish scroll instead of Razor wind... Thought Orril while eating one of the Miraran things that were going in the plates and that Judith seemed to enjoy.
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What's my magic? is my treasure, What's my god? is my freedom, my law? the strenght and the wind, my mother country is the sky.--- So Orril, Sky Tower apprentice
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29 May 2013, 17:07:40
Ughh.   Better hold off, Art.  I've go some editing to do. :)
29 May 2013, 15:46:18
Talia !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  *Shakes fist in the air*  angry
29 May 2013, 10:03:27
But well, I see you already made an own post - I'll take that one as well then :)
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No, not necessary... Just wanted to make sure that the text you want to integrate is the final version :) Just leave the rest there!
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Do you need me to remove the rest of it?  It was supposed to be a full blown entry, but still gathering facts for the other stuff.  I'll move the stuff to be integrated into its own entry.  :)
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No problem there - are you sure that you've posted the final version? Text on the site is about a year old...
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Art, I want to submit my Antislar Overview, Appearence, Territory and People sections for uploading on the next update, please. No rush with what you have going on, however.
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If it works, sure! :D
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:(  Art, is this your little way of forcing me to do an entry?
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I see the board has been deactivated. Lets hope for a quick solution!
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