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		<title>Xenophile at 20:14, 8 September 2006</title>
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		<updated>2006-09-08T20:14:45Z</updated>

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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a haze of alcohol, she made her way to the Aarilax temple after Dala Wennen one night to claim it for their own, and by way of drunken reasoning, start a new order of murder. The priestess dead when she arrived, Llyshra made her way to the upper halls, and finding one of the temple servants she knew there, Llyshra killed the servant without a word. In the center of the dark arena, Dala and Llyshra looked about, drinking and overturning chairs and calling out for the shaahesk warriors that would sometimes meet them there. From a circle of fire, a fiend appeared, and without a word made to strike them down. With Dala fallen to the sword of the fiend, Llyshra rose two times from her own blood on the cold stone floor. Though the fiend told her this was a message for any who would defile the temple, Llyshra laughed and told the fiend that it was her temple. Though the fiend struck her down again, yet again she rose of her own volition. The fiend gone from sight, she made her way down to the lower levels and the sanctuary of the church, and out into the night. There before the church she found in her bag the last of the gnomish explosive devices. Resolved now to destroy the temple, she opened the door to hurl the device into the heart of the sanctuary. With the gnomish bomb hurled into the air, Llyshra found the door out instantly locked behind her. With the detonation of the explosive, a mighty ball of hellish fire ripped though the temple. Although shielded from the brunt of the blast, a tremendous bolt of divine lighting struck her instantly to the ground. Somehow, yet again, she still managed to recover from the very brink of death. With the shaardan distillates still clouding her mind, and the temple burning around her, she fumbled for her lockpicks and began to work the door. Then a flash of light. Then nothing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a haze of alcohol, she made her way to the Aarilax temple after Dala Wennen one night to claim it for their own, and by way of drunken reasoning, start a new order of murder. The priestess dead when she arrived, Llyshra made her way to the upper halls, and finding one of the temple servants she knew there, Llyshra killed the servant without a word. In the center of the dark arena, Dala and Llyshra looked about, drinking and overturning chairs and calling out for the shaahesk warriors that would sometimes meet them there. From a circle of fire, a fiend appeared, and without a word made to strike them down. With Dala fallen to the sword of the fiend, Llyshra rose two times from her own blood on the cold stone floor. Though the fiend told her this was a message for any who would defile the temple, Llyshra laughed and told the fiend that it was her temple. Though the fiend struck her down again, yet again she rose of her own volition. The fiend gone from sight, she made her way down to the lower levels and the sanctuary of the church, and out into the night. There before the church she found in her bag the last of the gnomish explosive devices. Resolved now to destroy the temple, she opened the door to hurl the device into the heart of the sanctuary. With the gnomish bomb hurled into the air, Llyshra found the door out instantly locked behind her. With the detonation of the explosive, a mighty ball of hellish fire ripped though the temple. Although shielded from the brunt of the blast, a tremendous bolt of divine lighting struck her instantly to the ground. Somehow, yet again, she still managed to recover from the very brink of death. With the shaardan distillates still clouding her mind, and the temple burning around her, she fumbled for her lockpicks and began to work the door. Then a flash of light. Then nothing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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		<author><name>Xenophile</name></author>
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		<title>Urizen at 16:09, 28 June 2006</title>
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		<updated>2006-06-28T16:09:17Z</updated>

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		<title>Spokeydonkey at 17:01, 26 January 2006</title>
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		<updated>2006-01-26T17:01:49Z</updated>

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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;Spent most of her life as an orphan in the slums, begging and causing trouble. Pretty little thing though, seemed tough too. Her dad was a warrior in the army, a paladin of Gorethar or somethin? He was a good feller, trying to do the right thing fer his family I guess. Hmm. Not sure really, but he died up in the war zone a long time ago. Killed by elf mercenaries they say. Sad story. Her mom too, killed by some little gang members barely old enough to shave. She was on her own for a while, started doing bad things for gold. I wished she coulda got outta here. Took on sort of a mean streak about elves and the gangs and such. Started dragging around one of her father's big swords around. There was some talk that she might be joinin the army, but I don't know what came of that. Came in here a while back and cut a bunch of people up. Just walked up to some guy, took out a sword, and hacked 'im down. Huge fight. Anyhow, haven't seen much of her lately. I hope she's found a better place than here?&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;Spent most of her life as an orphan in the slums, begging and causing trouble. Pretty little thing though, seemed tough too. Her dad was a warrior in the army, a paladin of Gorethar or somethin? He was a good feller, trying to do the right thing fer his family I guess. Hmm. Not sure really, but he died up in the war zone a long time ago. Killed by elf mercenaries they say. Sad story. Her mom too, killed by some little gang members barely old enough to shave. She was on her own for a while, started doing bad things for gold. I wished she coulda got outta here. Took on sort of a mean streak about elves and the gangs and such. Started dragging around one of her father's big swords around. There was some talk that she might be joinin the army, but I don't know what came of that. Came in here a while back and cut a bunch of people up. Just walked up to some guy, took out a sword, and hacked 'im down. Huge fight. Anyhow, haven't seen much of her lately. I hope she's found a better place than here?&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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		<title>Spokeydonkey: Llyshra Bio</title>
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		<updated>2006-01-25T07:53:11Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Llyshra Bio&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;New page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Llyshra&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Human Female &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Remember that little girl that used to be in the slums of Mikona? Sleeping in a corner of an abandoned building? She used to go through the pockets of slain bandits left in the wake of hunting adventurers? She?s been seen outside of the slums a little lately. If you ask around some places like the Hang Brains Inn, then people seem to remember her?&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Spent most of her life as an orphan in the slums, begging and causing trouble. Pretty little thing though, seemed tough too. Her dad was a warrior in the army, a paladin of Gorethar or somethin? He was a good feller, trying to do the right thing fer his family I guess. Hmm. Not sure really, but he died up in the war zone a long time ago. Killed by elf mercenaries they say. Sad story. Her mom too, killed by some little gang members barely old enough to shave. She was on her own for a while, started doing bad things for gold. I wished she coulda got outta here. Took on sort of a mean streak about elves and the gangs and such. Started dragging around one of her father's big swords around. There was some talk that she might be joinin the army, but I don't know what came of that. Came in here a while back and cut a bunch of people up. Just walked up to some guy, took out a sword, and hacked 'im down. Huge fight. Anyhow, haven't seen much of her lately. I hope she's found a better place than here?&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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