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		<title>Bladestorm at 23:32, 14 July 2007</title>
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 &amp;quot;He was just standing there; unarmed and obviously lost in thought.  Hugh, &lt;br /&gt;
 the most silent of the band crept up behind him, his hand reaching for the &lt;br /&gt;
 man's beltpouch.  That's when the attack came.  The man's reed-thin body &lt;br /&gt;
 burst into a fury of viscious movement.  Hugh fell back, his arm broken and &lt;br /&gt;
 lip trembling.  This mysterious man was trouble.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
    Excerpt from the Canticle of Hugh.&lt;br /&gt;
    The Emerald Circle.&lt;br /&gt;
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The brawling form known as Tsar-Quen has developed through the ranks&lt;br /&gt;
of the Justicars of Tyr to supplement their already impressive melee prowess.  &lt;br /&gt;
Masters of Tsar-Quen follow the principles of perfect order, biding their time&lt;br /&gt;
for the ultimate oppurtunity to slip in a bony elbow or viscious headbutt.&lt;br /&gt;
The need for such an art spawned from the unrelenting revel-fury of the &lt;br /&gt;
disciples of discord and has long since surpassed those chaotic, disjointed&lt;br /&gt;
movements of the unenlightened.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Bladestorm</name></author>	</entry>

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