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		<title>Sir Craven</title>
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				<updated>2006-05-21T01:45:27Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Ancevrial: &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;After the fall of our beloved king Druwen, Sir Craven assumed the thrown. I do not call him King for one reason... He is no king and does not act like a king. &lt;br /&gt;
Sir Craven has one intention and that is to rule all, at any cost.&lt;br /&gt;
My Father, Tynan, was leader of the army the fought against Sir Craven and his beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;
Tynan survived the battle and was a martar for others who were willing to rise against Sir Craven.&lt;br /&gt;
Craven sent out a team of 12 men, to recapture Tynan, and hopefully crush the new army forming,&lt;br /&gt;
Pomil, cravens 2nd in charge, led the men to find Tynan. They did so at his home early one morning. &lt;br /&gt;
It has been 2 years since ancevrial has seen her father.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Ancevrial</name></author>	</entry>

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		<id>?title=Shalan_lands</id>
		<title>Shalan lands</title>
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				<updated>2006-05-20T03:13:02Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Ancevrial: &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Ahh the Shalan Lands. Beautiful place!&lt;br /&gt;
Surrounded by mountains, and trees, the most appealing pleace to be was near the river than ran through the middle of the land!&lt;br /&gt;
The river always glittered in the sun, and the grass always plush and green. The village settled and in time grew to a flourishing settlement.&lt;br /&gt;
That was before it was then named the lost city.&lt;br /&gt;
Now walking through Shalan Lands all you see is the remians of burnt buildings, the plush grass brown and withered, the glistening lake, now poisened with blood.. Yes it was a beautiful place, now it is a reminder of heartache and anguish&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Ancevrial</name></author>	</entry>

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		<id>?title=Shalan_lands</id>
		<title>Shalan lands</title>
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				<updated>2006-05-20T03:10:45Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Ancevrial: &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Ahh the Shalan Lands. Beautiful place!&lt;br /&gt;
Surrounded by mountains, and trees, the most appealing pleace to be was near the river than ran through the middle of the land!&lt;br /&gt;
The river always glittered in the sun, and the grass always plush and green. The village settled and in time grew to a flurishing settlement.&lt;br /&gt;
That was before it was called the lost city.&lt;br /&gt;
Now walking through Shalan Lands all you see is the remians of burnt buildings, the plush grass brown and withered, the glistening lake, now poisened with blood.. Yes it was a beautiful place, now it is a reminder of heartache and anguish&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Ancevrial</name></author>	</entry>

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		<id>?title=User:Ancevrial</id>
		<title>User:Ancevrial</title>
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				<updated>2006-05-13T07:44:59Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Ancevrial: &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Ancevrial. Originally from Shalan past the mountains to the east&lt;br /&gt;
Standing 5&amp;quot;7 with firery red hair and green eyes, 60kgs she is a physically strong woman, Ancevrial had seen the battle where their city was over run by Sir Cravens army. she was a tender age of 15, her mother died trying to protect her. Ancevrial, seeing her mother fall, picked up the sword from a slained soldier and drove it through the heart of the man trying to attack her. That would be her first death dealt by her hand!  Ancevrial, a young girl who learnt well from her father, he had lead the battle against Sir Craven's men, had a hidden talent for the bow and arrow, she also was strong with the sword.&lt;br /&gt;
Her father survived the battle of the fallen city, and continued to train his daughter until he was tracked down and taken from her by Sir Cravens army a year later! she was 16.&lt;br /&gt;
Ancevrial grew to become a rogue. Gaining experience from people she came across in her travels.&lt;br /&gt;
Sworn to avenge her mothers death, and releasing Sir Craven from the thrown, she goes from town to town looking for information about her fathers where abouts.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Ancevrial</name></author>	</entry>

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