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<DIV>[Bongo]</DIV>
<DIV>The mention of Rath-Iren and 'She Who Has No Name' cause a raised eyebrow
from Bongo, but that is the only signs of recognition he shows as the Prince
divulges his information.</DIV>
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<DIV>"Your Highness," he says after the Prince finishes, "I'm a student of
history and archaeology myself... and while legends certainly get embellished
from generation to generation, there is often a grain of historical truth
embedded amongst them. Professionally speaking, I find that sometimes the
historical truth -- while certainly less fanciful -- are no less
fascinating than the accompanying legends." He pauses a moment and
smiles. "But then again, perhaps I'm odd in the fact that I thoroughly
enjoy digging through history in order to separate the truth from the
legend."</DIV>
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<DIV>He takes a sip from his glass, while covertly watching both the Prince's
and Bruth's reactions to his comments.</DIV>
<DIV>[/Bongo]</DIV>
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<DIV>In a message dated 7/3/2007 4:09:48 P.M. Central Standard Time,
mightymartianca@gmail.com writes:</DIV>
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size=2>[GM]<BR>Bruth looks away as Ted mentions the name, but no one else
seems<BR>to have a strong reaction one way or the other. The Prince, a
bit more<BR>friendly now after having consumed a couple of glasses of wine,
seems<BR>willing to fill him in.<BR><BR>"It's just a legend, really." the
Prince says. "Passed down since the<BR>age of the Apocalypse. You
can believe it or not as you like, though<BR>the likes of Bruth will insist
that it is true. At any rate, it is said that<BR>the Reaver once ruled a
great multidimensional kingdom, and that it<BR>was centered on some
astrological complex known as Rath-Iren,<BR>which, according to the legends,
was situated somewhere far to the<BR>south of here.<BR><BR>"The Reaver was
apparently defeated by an old order known as the<BR>House of the Wyrm.
They have a temple at Poughkeepsie dedicated<BR>to some goddess they call She
Who Has No Name. There used to<BR>be a fair number of people belonging
to the House of Wyrm, though<BR>their numbers have dwindled down to a few
priests and supplicants."<BR><BR>"Quite frankly, I think that some imaginative
story teller just wound<BR>up some old legend from the south with the brief
reign of the Reaver<BR>for the purposes of delighting us with that song.
But again, ask<BR>Bruth. He's spent more time delving around the Royal
Archives,<BR>and is apparently on friendly terms with the High Priest of
that<BR>nameless goddess."<BR>[/GM]<BR></FONT></BLOCKQUOTE></DIV>
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