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JonBuck at 07:32, 15 April 2008

2008-04-15T07:32:57Z

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	{{dropcap\|''B}}By the gods of land, sea, and sky, and by all of the creatures on this continent we cannot yet name, why did the Land choose deer?'' George Peryton stared openly at the doe-woman as she filled his glass for the third ale of the evening. The tavernkeeper watched him with large brown eyes that were nevertheless eerily human. Had she been born that way, or was she one of the growing numbers of newcomers to Seaborne who willingly gave up their humanity to live here?		{{dropcap\|''B}}By the gods of land, sea, and sky, and by all of the creatures on this continent we cannot yet name, why did the Land choose deer?'' George Peryton stared openly at the doe-woman as she filled his glass for the third ale of the evening. The tavernkeeper watched him with large brown eyes that were nevertheless eerily human. Had she been born that way, or was she one of the growing numbers of newcomers to Seaborne who willingly gave up their humanity to live here?
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JonBuck: Added Story Category

2007-09-06T06:01:44Z

Added Story Category

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Bryan: eep. I missed a whole bunch of separator templates back when I was standardizing the image sizes. Fixing.

2007-08-20T04:54:17Z

eep. I missed a whole bunch of separator templates back when I was standardizing the image sizes. Fixing.

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JonBuck at 04:51, 20 August 2007

2007-08-20T04:51:42Z

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	''By the gods of land, sea, and sky, and by all of the creatures on this continent we cannot yet name, why did the Land choose deer?'' George Peryton stared openly at the doe-woman as she filled his glass for the third ale of the evening. The tavernkeeper watched him with large brown eyes that were nevertheless eerily human. Had she been born that way, or was she one of the growing numbers of newcomers to Seaborne who willingly gave up their humanity to live here?		{{dropcap\|''B}}By the gods of land, sea, and sky, and by all of the creatures on this continent we cannot yet name, why did the Land choose deer?'' George Peryton stared openly at the doe-woman as she filled his glass for the third ale of the evening. The tavernkeeper watched him with large brown eyes that were nevertheless eerily human. Had she been born that way, or was she one of the growing numbers of newcomers to Seaborne who willingly gave up their humanity to live here?

	The seedy tavern suited George's dark mood. The cheap ale had a bitter aftertaste, but he wanted all he could afford. ''Ruined. All our work... two years of sweat. And poor Benjamin...'' His old friend and now-former business partner had come to the city two years ago, and perhaps like the doe-woman who owned the tavern, had forgone his human form for a chance at prosperity. The Virgin Lands had much to offer, provided you were willing to surrender your humanity to it.		The seedy tavern suited George's dark mood. The cheap ale had a bitter aftertaste, but he wanted all he could afford. ''Ruined. All our work... two years of sweat. And poor Benjamin...'' His old friend and now-former business partner had come to the city two years ago, and perhaps like the doe-woman who owned the tavern, had forgone his human form for a chance at prosperity. The Virgin Lands had much to offer, provided you were willing to surrender your humanity to it.

JonBuck: Reverted edits by JonBuck (Talk); changed back to last version by Bryan

2007-08-17T20:45:18Z

Reverted edits by JonBuck (Talk); changed back to last version by Bryan

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	''By the gods of land, sea, and sky, and by all of the creatures on this continent we cannot yet name, why did the Land choose deer?'' George Peryton stared openly at the doe-woman as she filled his glass for the third ale of the evening. The tavernkeeper watched him with large brown eyes that were nevertheless eerily human. Had she been born that way, or was she one of the growing numbers of newcomers to Seaborne who willingly gave up their humanity to live here?		''By the gods of land, sea, and sky, and by all of the creatures on this continent we cannot yet name, why did the Land choose deer?'' George Peryton stared openly at the doe-woman as she filled his glass for the third ale of the evening. The tavernkeeper watched him with large brown eyes that were nevertheless eerily human. Had she been born that way, or was she one of the growing numbers of newcomers to Seaborne who willingly gave up their humanity to live here?
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JonBuck: Adding title template.

2007-08-17T20:42:54Z

Adding title template.

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	''By the gods of land, sea, and sky, and by all of the creatures on this continent we cannot yet name, why did the Land choose deer?'' George Peryton stared openly at the doe-woman as she filled his glass for the third ale of the evening. The tavernkeeper watched him with large brown eyes that were nevertheless eerily human. Had she been born that way, or was she one of the growing numbers of newcomers to Seaborne who willingly gave up their humanity to live here?		''By the gods of land, sea, and sky, and by all of the creatures on this continent we cannot yet name, why did the Land choose deer?'' George Peryton stared openly at the doe-woman as she filled his glass for the third ale of the evening. The tavernkeeper watched him with large brown eyes that were nevertheless eerily human. Had she been born that way, or was she one of the growing numbers of newcomers to Seaborne who willingly gave up their humanity to live here?

JonBuck at 04:11, 7 August 2007

2007-08-07T04:11:36Z

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Bryan: removing custom sizing in separators, I've standardized the proportions so they all look nice at the default size

2007-08-06T19:20:32Z

removing custom sizing in separators, I've standardized the proportions so they all look nice at the default size

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	The young doe's eyes twinkled just as the lights in mine were blown out like a candle after another gulp. "At least you'll be ha..."		The young doe's eyes twinkled just as the lights in mine were blown out like a candle after another gulp. "At least you'll be ha..."

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	Mud, muck, and stink. George's fragile consciousness floated on a sea of pain the size of the turbulent Northern Ocean, sinking any attempts to bring his thoughts together. Arms and legs were distant provinces that flailed about, but through the whole mess was the unmistakable feeling of mud clinging everywhere... and odder sensation of isolation. No feeling of bare skin at all. The magnitude of his headache was only matched by a sort of ponderousness. As if someone had put a very heavy hat on his head.		Mud, muck, and stink. George's fragile consciousness floated on a sea of pain the size of the turbulent Northern Ocean, sinking any attempts to bring his thoughts together. Arms and legs were distant provinces that flailed about, but through the whole mess was the unmistakable feeling of mud clinging everywhere... and odder sensation of isolation. No feeling of bare skin at all. The magnitude of his headache was only matched by a sort of ponderousness. As if someone had put a very heavy hat on his head.
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	"No talking with the prisoners!" the guard, a wolfman, growled.		"No talking with the prisoners!" the guard, a wolfman, growled.

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	George walked unsteadily beside his younger friend as they left the newly built Newcomers' House, after George's release from the stocks. His neck ached and he smelled of mud and rotten vegetables. A bath would be nice, he reflected. Though getting the dirt and worse out of his fur was going to be a difficult and rather odd chore indeed.		George walked unsteadily beside his younger friend as they left the newly built Newcomers' House, after George's release from the stocks. His neck ached and he smelled of mud and rotten vegetables. A bath would be nice, he reflected. Though getting the dirt and worse out of his fur was going to be a difficult and rather odd chore indeed.
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	Shaken, frustrated, and upset, George reluctantly handed over the pen. What else was in store?		Shaken, frustrated, and upset, George reluctantly handed over the pen. What else was in store?

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	"Um... sixteen... plus ten... gods..." George felt his twitchy ears flush. As a child of seven he had struggled to grasp even simple arithmetic. Piled on the table was the remaining Company capital: pounds, shillings, and pence in various denominations. Pounds had the most silver content, while shillings were mostly baser metals with only a tiny portion of silver. Unfortunately all he could say at this point was that he had "a lot of shillings", "a few pence" and "not so many pounds." He sighed deeply.		"Um... sixteen... plus ten... gods..." George felt his twitchy ears flush. As a child of seven he had struggled to grasp even simple arithmetic. Piled on the table was the remaining Company capital: pounds, shillings, and pence in various denominations. Pounds had the most silver content, while shillings were mostly baser metals with only a tiny portion of silver. Unfortunately all he could say at this point was that he had "a lot of shillings", "a few pence" and "not so many pounds." He sighed deeply.
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	It took a few seconds before the meaning and plain sincerity of Ben's words to sink in. He wanted to wring that blue-eyed doe's neck! Once more he wondered why her punishment hadn't been more severe. "We'd better get as much work done as we can before we get too belligerent to care."		It took a few seconds before the meaning and plain sincerity of Ben's words to sink in. He wanted to wring that blue-eyed doe's neck! Once more he wondered why her punishment hadn't been more severe. "We'd better get as much work done as we can before we get too belligerent to care."

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	As ships departed for their final runs to Kalerand, most of the humans on the Town Dock were going with them, making the place seem more and more deserted. More than two dozen oceangoing vessels still rode at anchor, but those would be gone within a fortnight. The Town Dock had few permanent residents, and Benjamin explained that humans were not permitted to leave town during the Rut proper. George added that piece of information to the curious facts he was accumulating. Some things Ben had been telling him were still frustratingly vague, as he usually left it at "you'll simply experience it for yourself."		As ships departed for their final runs to Kalerand, most of the humans on the Town Dock were going with them, making the place seem more and more deserted. More than two dozen oceangoing vessels still rode at anchor, but those would be gone within a fortnight. The Town Dock had few permanent residents, and Benjamin explained that humans were not permitted to leave town during the Rut proper. George added that piece of information to the curious facts he was accumulating. Some things Ben had been telling him were still frustratingly vague, as he usually left it at "you'll simply experience it for yourself."

Bryan: author category

2007-08-05T05:02:25Z

author category

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JonBuck at 03:51, 5 August 2007

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