You see: Crawworth
Sgr-Frenchie: Jesus they have week to prepare and they just do there macro now***a pity**

Rainman: CrawWorth is here
Brother Drogg: MAKE WAY FOR CRAWWORTH, SON OF HARTHAM
Rainman: let us leave this room
Being perfectly rested, you shove Brother Drogg out of the way.
SirJoker P.O.I.: it's starting to rot :)
Taige: Is that the smell?
Helios Sunshield: and Grifs feet hurt.....
Chantlir Muttcow: well a beautiful lady attracts men for many reasons
Rainman: someone inviso here
Chantlir Muttcow: *smiles*
Grif DarkAxeLLTS: yeah and my feet hurt!
Rainman: Rel Por
Redella: *pokes Taige*
Someone is standing there!
Bad News: Hey Consulor....why are Lake Super Kicking everyone out of here?
Rainman: Rel Por
Galahdriel: Some of my best friends are men.
Yelnats: Flam Sanct
Grif DarkAxeLLTS: leaving Rain?
DarkNight: i think the bodies desintergrated by now
Zeiram: Kal Ort Por
Cygnus: i have no idea
Brother Drogg: MAKE WAY
Rainman: Crawworth is not going to get in here
SirJoker P.O.I.: what happened to Rainz?
Eliot: Here he comes.
Rainman: This place is jammed
Brother Drogg: Hail milord.
Gandalf LLTS: Rel Por
Grif DarkAxeLLTS: not rainz, Rain as in Rainman
Rainman: He needs a gate
Dundee: Clear the way
Rainman: I'll cast one
Milamber: Ive been waiting 3 days he better %&@#ing get in here!
Lethem: MAKE WAY
Rainman: The PK Rainman was banned a long time ago
Dundee: For Crawworth
Rainman: Hail Crawworth
Brother Drogg: make way
Sgr-Frenchie: finely he is here
Rainman: Tis good to see thee at last
Rainman: Rel Por
Milamber: You are 3 days late for your fathers wake!

Crawworth: I thank thee for attending this most solemn occasion.

Brother Drogg: it has taken thee time to arrive.
Milamber: What kind of son are you!
Galahdriel: I claim Lord Krozy as my chaperone here!
Sgr-Frenchie: we where wandering me Lord
Rainman: Please, silence

Crawworth: When lain to rest amidst the earth of his home,
Crawworth: Hartham's spirit will no doubt be lifted all the higher
Crawworth: by the presence of caring souls such as thee.

Brother Malleus: In Vas Mani
Rainman: shhh
D'morg: *hic*
Galahdriel: shh..crawworth is here
Avatar: you got some funkey plate crawworth

Crawworth: Hartham's years of service as head trainer,
Crawworth: his actions in the great wars against the Orcs,
Crawworth: and all of his official recognition are well known.

DarkNight: nice thugz outside
Redella: *weeps*
Galahdriel: he looks haggard and drawn....
Rainman: shh, please
Galahdriel: what an ordeal he has been through

Crawworth: They shan't be forgotten soon.
Crawworth: So, I see not the point of recounting those things.

D'morg: *hic*
Galahdriel: simply for our benefit, and the love of his patron
D'morg: *hic*

Crawworth: Hartham himself did not care for matters of state,
Crawworth: and loathed rewards for a job he felt simply should be done.

D'morg: *hic*

Crawworth: So I will instead tell the tale of how Hartham impacted my life.

D'morg: *hic*
Redella: *weeps*

Crawworth: It is one of countless stories that many other Citizens could relay.

Sgr-Frenchie: SILENCE PLEASE

Crawworth: A tale I have never told another soul.

You see: Crawworth
You see: Rainman

Crawworth: Tightly clasped around the neck of my person is a necklace,
Crawworth: which Hartham once wore.
Crawworth: I watched as they laughed. I watched carefully...
Crawworth: through the haze of tears that silently covered my face.

Tomas de Rosa: *comforts Redella*
Brother Arkane: pss, whats going on?
Helios Sunshield: sssht
Chantlir Muttcow: *whispers " he has a cloak of true black...ooo i am envious!*

Crawworth: The Orcs began to talk amongst themselves, I did not understand
Crawworth: them...at the time...but I gathered that they knew there was
Crawworth: something else alive in the room.

Chantlir Muttcow: "
Chantlir Muttcow: :)
Randulf: its a wake for dead trainer (whis)

Crawworth: I backed to the very rear of the crawlspace
Crawworth: unable to steal my gaze away from the kitchen.

supe: Flam Sanct
Galahdriel: *and a black axe!*

Crawworth: With snuffling noses they attempted to pinpoint my scent.
Crawworth: The dull eyes of one of the Orcs filled the slats,
Crawworth: and he uttered a cry which, no doubt,
Crawworth: meant he had discovered me.

D'morg: *hic*

Crawworth: It was at that moment a huge crash was let out.
Crawworth: All I saw was a swinging flash of gold. This necklace,
Crawworth: swinging around the neck of the one whom would rescue me.

D'morg: *hic*
D'morg: Dukat.

Crawworth: A man, nay, a giant, in full plate mail,
Crawworth: a huge black axe at his side, burst into the group of animals.
Crawworth: The battle lasted perhaps a minute.
Crawworth: After he had made short work of the Orcs,
Crawworth: he stopped to look at what remained of my mother's body.

Prop: Rel Por
mike: ill play you
Zeiram: Rel Por
You see: Lord Prop
Prop: Rel Por
Milamber: get off the body!

Crawworth: My tears were redoubled, and now,
Crawworth: a faint whimper escaped my lips.
Crawworth: Wiping a blood stained hand across his eyes,
Crawworth: he caught the sound of my grief

Geiser: no
Grif DarkAxeLLTS: A Salute to Craworth, even if he is late!
Geiser: didn't speak yet
Randulf: An Lor Xen

Crawworth: He pulled me from the crawlspace, stared at me carefully, and said,
Crawworth: "Seems thou art the sole remaining citizen of Paws."

Helios Sunshield: sssht
Tomas de Rosa: Here Here
Rainman: shhh

Zeiram: Rel Por

Crawworth: He thought for a second more before Yelling, "I am Hartham.
Crawworth: "Trinsic's finest have dispatched the Orcs.
Crawworth: "The Jugdath'Bru are but a stain now."

D'morg: *hic*

Crawworth: "Alas, thou art the only representative of Paws
Crawworth: "I am able to give this message to.
Crawworth: "If we could have arrived sooner...I..."

Grif DarkAxeLLTS: Prop and Odanago have some respect for the dead
Zeiram: Rel Por

Crawworth: Hartham paused.
Crawworth: "Hast thou any family that lives? Perchance in another village?"

Galahdriel: I give tribute to the noble dead
Milamber: Flam Sanct
Brother Malleus: In Vas Mani
D'morg: *hic*
D'morg: *hic*
Brother Malleus: In Vas Mani

Crawworth: I shook my head.

Randulf: An Lor Xen D'morg: *hic*
Krugar Dag: I am here
Krugar Dag: But quiet now! He speaks

Crawworth: I shook my head.
Crawworth: "Then consider me your diplomatic escort to Trinsic.
Crawworth: "Being Paws official representative, you will need a...
Crawworth: "guardian...to protect thee in these troubled times."

Geiser: Rel Por

Crawworth: With that he scooped me onto his back
Crawworth: and carried me the entire way to Trinsic.

Geiser: Rel Por

Crawworth: Having no family of his own, Hartham raised me as his only son.
Crawworth: He trained me in the art of the warrior.
Crawworth: He instilled in me the virtues.

Geiser: Rel Por
Galahdriel: will crawworth speak? or is he overcome by shock?

Crawworth: He provided me the tools and skills I needed to fulfill the promise
Crawworth: I made to myself when I watched my mother's murder.

Khorum Khalek: hmmmmm....
Rainman: *pats Crawworth on the back*
Milamber: Flam Sanct

Crawworth: He is the reason I am.
Crawworth: May he rest at long last, and experience naught but good drink,
Crawworth: and better hunting.

Krugar Dag: *lip trembles*
D'morg: *hic*
Prop: Rel Por
Geiser: Rel Por
SirJoker P.O.I.: i think he lost conn :)

Crawworth: May the virtues guide and keep all of thee...
Crawworth: Now Drink! Feast! Make Merry! Make Hartham's spirit smile!

DarkNight: better hunting??? sounds good to me
Geiser: Rel Por
Manfred von Bek: Amen to that!

You see: ?
Crawworth: For I am as sure as I breathe that he is already long tired
Crawworth: of this sentimental speech.

D'morg: *hic*
Guybrush: Oi!
D'morg: *hic*
Brother Drogg: who is this being?
You see: Brother McHack
D'morg: *hic*

Crawworth: What is this? Who art thou?

Geiser: Rel Por
Brother Drogg: who stands before me?
Rainman: Who's this??
Milamber: who is ?

?: Who I am is of no importance. I bear a message

D'morg: *hic*
Grif DarkAxeLLTS: a blue black staff?

?: Hear me petty creatures of order and fear.
?: Thine mewling, weak willed virtues and suffocating ideologues
?: will at last be lain to rest.

D'morg: *hic*
Milamber: what sorcery is this?
Brother Malleus: Vas Rel Por

?: Hartham was the first course of a meal whose consumption
?: WE will take a great deal of pleasure in experiencing.

Odango Atama: What is happening?
Brother Drogg: away from the body, lest thou desecrate it!
Geiser: Rel Por
D'morg: In Mani Ylem
D'morg: *hic*

?: Lord British would rather sacrifice all of you
?: for a mystical truth he does not understand.

Geiser: Rel Por
D'morg: *hic*
Redella: *weeps*

?: Blackthorne would rather rest on his station
?: and claim to follow a tenet he will never truly grasp.

Rainman: *angry glare*
D'morg: *hic*
Krugar Dag: Nay thou shalt not!
D'morg: *hic*

?: OUR reach has penetrated the very strata of all considered
?: to be sacred by thee. OUR influence breathes down thine neck.

Rainman: *readies quake*
Milamber: what is going on?
Brother Drogg: I will not have you impugn my lord!

?: Hartham is an example of what is to come.

Milamber: the forces of order and chaos clash outside this very room

?: WE only hope thou wilt enjoy the next course of OUR meal
?: as much as the appetizer.

Milamber: and inside we have a man with a blue black staff!
Brother Drogg: prepare to defend thyself, dog!

?: All of your heroes, all of your institutions,
?: all of your ORDER will FALL to US.

DarkNight: Lord British has no right to my life
Grif DarkAxeLLTS: and he's bald!

?: WE are the ZOG CABAL.
?: WE are LEGION.
?: WE DEVOUR STRUCTURE.
?: AND GIVE BACK CHAOS.
?: MAKE YOUR PEACE WITH LIFE.

D'morg: *hic*
Rainman: You'll not devour me, Swine!

?: FOR IT SHALL NEVER BE THE SAME AGAIN.

Brother Drogg: he is a scion of the dark one!
DarkNight: continue
Guybrush: Are you a PK?
D'morg: *hic*
Crawworth: What in the name of all that---
Rainman: Corp Por
D'morg: *hic*
D'morg: *hic*
Grif DarkAxeLLTS: ah he speaks of the chaos Virtue.
Rainman: make haste before I blast thee!!
D'morg: *hic*
Helios Sunshield: Crawworth ?
Prop: Rel Por
D'morg: *hic*
Being perfectly rested, you shove Bad News out of the way.
Brother Drogg: HE FLEES!
Prop: Rel Por
Helios Sunshield: Crawworth ?
Brother LichBane: Rel Por
Rainman: Chase him!
Being perfectly rested, you shove Manfred von Bek out of the way.
Starbuck: oOOOooOooo
Starbuck: O ooOO Oo oooOo OOOO O oO ooo
Manfred von Bek: we've an uninvited guest.
Gandalf LLTS: Tarq you looted ,dude

?: Fool.
?: I will be at your wake.

Rainman: You are the fool

?: And all others who oppose us.

Grif DarkAxeLLTS: you're the one with the blue black staff!
Rainman: You are already opposed
Milamber: who are "us"?
?: You talk bravely now.

Milamber: Chaos forever!

?: We are the Zog Cabal.
?: And we shall devour all the order

D'morg: *hic*
Rainman: the living shall overcome thy mouth!
Grif DarkAxeLLTS: you are nothing

?: and all the chaos

Milamber: Chaos forever!
Guybrush: i want to be the Zog Cabal
Tarquin: Rel Por
Krozy II: Chaos!
Brother Drogg: you precious chaos cannot survive without order

?: *Laughs*

Milamber: Hail to thee Bane of Chaos!

?: Mighty talk from one so weak.

D'morg: *hic*
Tarquin: Rel Por
Redella: *weeps*
D'morg: *hic*
Rainman: One so weak
Brother Drogg: Show this dog the meaning of order!
Rainman: thou'rt the big mouth!
Tarquin: Rel Por
Grif DarkAxeLLTS: at least my staffs are the right color!
D'morg: *hic*
Krozy II: Kill the questionable man!

?: Your plain clothes
?: and bland colours
?: are of no importance to me.
?: What we are after

Grif DarkAxeLLTS: Bland?
Grif DarkAxeLLTS: ha

?: goes beyond anything you can understand.

Guybrush: I want a blue black staff
Brother Drogg: where is this cabal of yours? where do they cower?
Grif DarkAxeLLTS: Try us
Rainman: I understand a windbag when I see one!
Guybrush: is that what your after?

?: ahahahahaha

Dundee: Just like mondain befor you, you will fail to

?: You shall see us soon enough.

Tarquin: Rel Por
D'morg: *hic*

?: Soon enough children.

D'morg: *hic*
Grif DarkAxeLLTS: speak not in riddles

?: I speak in plain words.

Milamber: Death to order!

?: You musst understand

Krozy II: I'll quake him!
Krozy II: In Vas Por
Krozy II: In Vas Por
Brother Drogg: the laws of order protect you here, knave.
Tarquin: Rel Por

?: I need no laws...
?: The Cabal needs no laws.

Grif DarkAxeLLTS: one so powerful cannot overcome a few puny guards?

?: That time will come.
?: Muahahaha

Brother Drogg: where you nest, you shall not be so fortunate as to have the protection of Order

?: Can you defeat the guards?

D'morg: *hic*

?: I can.

Manfred von Bek: and why do you choose this path?
D'morg: *hic*

?: The path chosen is a path not easily followed.

Rainman: Begone, lest thee taste my Meteor Storm

?: But you all will learn that in time.

Brother Drogg: crawworth-this dog cannot be allowed to live
Manfred von Bek: but why have you chosen it?
Guybrush: Where do you live?
Grif DarkAxeLLTS: You are the dog!

?: I need not make my motives clear to you

D'morg: *hic*

?: You are not worthy of the knowledge.

D'morg: *hic*
Grif DarkAxeLLTS: interupting the wake in such a manner
Rainman: I think you're stuck
Manfred von Bek: I think, perhaps, you know them not yourself, then.
Milamber: I am beginning to think you are not truly chaotic!
Milamber: You appear about as cahotic as my solid colored plate!
Rainman: hehehe, the great question mark is stuck
Milamber: Yet another dissapointmant like Blackthorn!
Dundee: The peoples hearts can never be crushed

?: Chaos, the bane of fools.

Milamber: You are no better than he!
Guybrush: We are tuly more powereful then you art.
Milamber: Chaos has not gained a true leader yet!
Grif DarkAxeLLTS: you wish

?: ahahaha

Guybrush: you just havn't woken up yet
Milamber: You are just as blackthorn!
Milamber: You talk to these order fools yet you do nothing!

?: Chaos is nothing more than children

Grif DarkAxeLLTS: interupt the wake no longer
D'morg: *hic*

?: playing without their mother.
?: It has no purpose.

Guybrush: Ever hear of Free Will?

?: It is nothing.

Krugar Dag: Zog is a woman?
Milamber: You are pathetic just as blackthorn is!
D'morg: *hic*
D'morg: *hic*
Rainman: allow me to pick up thy meaning another day
Harvey: ooOO OO OOO OooO oooOOOoO OOOooOo o OoOO OOOo OOoOo
Milamber: Chao needs a new leader!
Krozy II: The llama herders are woman
Krozy II: with beards
Rainman: Begon!
D'morg: *hic*

?: Hartham was the first.

Krozy II: bears
Krozy II: bears
D'morg: *hic*
Krozy II: beards

?: Many will perish.

Krugar Dag: You are all talk
Krozy II: Beard carrying question mark
Guybrush: I am my own law and justify mine selfs actions.
Krugar Dag: But your talk is vile
Milamber: Not at your hands. As many will die to you as have died to blackthorn
Grif DarkAxeLLTS: no room for fools here
Dundee: Begone you son of a mother less goat
Milamber: none!
Krugar Dag: And this is no place for it
Grif DarkAxeLLTS: go back to where you came from

?: ahahaha

Rainman: BEGONE WINDBAG!
Krozy II: Enough of this!

?: You will learn.
?: You will be taught.

Krozy II: Lets just kill him where he stands!
Milamber: You looked promising!
Dundee: Teach us now
Milamber: However you are all talk!
Guybrush: where do we go to learn?
Grif DarkAxeLLTS: and take your blue black staff with you!
D'morg: *hic*
Milamber: Kill someone in this room now!

?: OUt of my way fool.

Dundee: Let me be your first student
Milamber: Then maybe you will have a point!
Being perfectly rested, you shove Redella out of the way.
Yelnats: !@% THIS
DarkNight: whats going on?
Yelnats: i am getting pissed
Rainman: Rel Por
Milamber: How dare you speak to Lord Milamber in that manner!
Krozy II: you
Someone is standing there!
Brother Drogg: he flees
Rainman: Rel Por
Light: wrong
Krozy II: I'll whip you up

?: Children play games.

Krozy II: A real game
Milamber: Rel Por
Krozy II: You are just a figment
Krozy II: of lunacy
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Chantlir Muttcow: Rel Por
Yelnats: Flam Sanct
Grif DarkAxeLLTS: Let us prepare to help the guards in their time of need!
Light: can someone tell me what going on?
Lethem: I... I cannot feel my... Virtues protect me....
SirJoker P.O.I.: Rel Por
Randulf: Flam Sanct
Ronald: Rel Por
D'morg: *hic*
Brother Drogg: we shall aid crawworth

Crawworth: All of thee...no time for this...Follow me!
Crawworth: We shall scrape this enemy and all its accomplices
Crawworth: off the face of Sosaria.

Randulf: In Jux Sanct
Yelnats: gO GO
Light: can someone tell me what going on?
D'morg: *hic*
Ronald: Geez.
Dundee: LETS GO
Being perfectly rested, you shove Avatar out of the way.
Grif DarkAxeLLTS: that's rught loot the messenger
Tarquin: poisoned she was
supe: why the guards coming now
Geiser: what happened?
Drygis: Scanvenger
Taige: Looters at a wake
Krozy II: Make way for the Olympic Torch carrier!
Yelnats: ONWARD
Chantlir Muttcow: Rel Por
Prop: magical halberd
Avatar: Rel Por
Prop: amazing!
Dukat: Rel Por
Yelnats: move
SirJoker P.O.I.: Rel Por
Light: what wrong?
Brother LichBane: Rel Por
Randulf: Rel Por
Odango Atama: Rel Por
Falkayn: Rel Por
Avatar: Rel Por
Geiser: Rel Por
Chantlir Muttcow: Rel Por
Prop: Rel Por
D'morg: *hic*
You see: a sandstone wall
Odango Atama: Rel Por
Rainman: MOVE
SirJoker P.O.I.: Rel Por
Khorum Khalek: Rel Por
Avatar: Rel Por
Milamber: Rel Por
Dukat: Rel Por
D'morg: *hic*
Eliot: Rel Por
Chantlir Muttcow: Kal Ort Por
Being perfectly rested, you shove Tage Bjornsson out of the way.
Odango Atama: Rel Por
Drygis: Kal Ort Por
Schole: Rel Por
Rainman: Rel Por
D'morg: *hic*
Falkayn: Rel Por
Dukat: Rel Por
Drygis: Kal Ort Por
Geiser: Kal Ort Por
Sgr-Frenchie: Rel Por
Khorum Khalek: whats going on
Eliot: Time to suit up!
Yelnats: ourpost
Tarquin: Rel Por
Avatar: Rel Por
Khorum Khalek: Rel Por
Rainman: WHERE DID CRAWWORTH GO?
Geiser: what's happening?
Milamber: does anyone know where he went?
Milamber: to the north gate!
You see: Sparafucile
Milamber: we shall regroup there!
D'morg: *hic*
Geiser: W you mean?
Dukat: hehe
Yelnats: protect
Yelnats: the guard
Milamber: yes ;)
Yelnats: outpost
Milamber: same direction ;)
Being perfectly rested, you shove NivenHuH out of the way.
Geiser: :)
Rainman: THE FORT IS UNDER ATTACK
Being perfectly rested, you shove Dundee out of the way.
Geiser: what happened?
Schole: Where are we going?
Prop: crawworth nice weapon
Prop: :)
Yelnats: where is it
Milamber: crawworth, I want that axe ;)
Ronald: Are we leaving Trinsic?
Being perfectly rested, you shove Prop out of the way.
Leif Ericson: DAMMIT
Leif Ericson: LAGG
Geiser: I don't have a clue

Ronald: This is not the right way to leave Trinsic
Rainman: Crawworth
Rainman: we await your lead
Prop: Flam Sanct
Milamber: I am beginning to doubt the eladership ability of this man
Ronald: Sir?
Yelnats: scrwe the shield

Crawworth: Aye.. Tis be the wrong passage

Odango Atama: Flam Sanct
Milamber: Flam Sanct
Prop: Rel Sanct
Ronald: Lead us into battle.
Drygis: Flam Sanct
Yelnats: time for some fun
Rainman: must be the excitement

Crawworth: Make for the west gate