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	<title>The Hero Diaries</title>
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	<description>The tales of the me that is not me</description>
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		<title>Vines, Dryads, Goblins, Alcohol, FIRE, FIRE, FIRE , FIRE, FIRE</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;m still on the road with the people I started on the caravan with. There&#8217;s Stephanie, a somewhat crazed halfling with a weapons fixation and a truly terrifying tendency towards sudden surprise stabbings; &#8220;Kate&#8221; a city-born elf rebelling against her parents, apparently by setting things on fire; &#8220;Dave&#8221;, whose real name I have no concept [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://unreal.istic.net/2010/05/25/vines-dryads-goblins-alcohol-fire-fire-fire-fire-fire/</link>
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		<title>Faith is like this hat</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Faith is like this hat. This is my hat. It&#8217;s a tricorn, which is pretty traditional as a hat worn by a malthian goes, but it&#8217;s nice, it fits me, and I&#8217;ve tried other hats, but this one works best for me. Your hat? Can be whatever you like. Mine&#8217;s a tricorn, and my faith [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://unreal.istic.net/2010/04/27/faith-is-like-this-hat/</link>
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		<title>Fifteen years apart</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A glorious Shepsborn summers day, the occasional cloud drifting across the blue sky like a stray sheep, mirroring the flocks milling around the hillside. Somewhere up there was Eliza, watching and waiting, taking over the Vigil while her sister panics over the wedding tomorrow. Det would be with her, but for this class McLintock decided [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://unreal.istic.net/2010/04/06/fifteen-years-apart/</link>
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		<title>Born to be Bard</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Tripped, fell, landed on a caravan. I appear to have become an adventurer, which will please my parents no end. The same caravan that brought me in a few years ago is doing the rounds again, and so I&#8217;ve hopped on it &#8211; alongside some friends &#8211; to be guard duty for it. Possibly not [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://unreal.istic.net/2009/10/29/born-to-be-bard/</link>
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		<title>Watching the flock</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It&#8217;s a Malathian Tradition. Pretty much everything is, in the end. Fighting, drinking, loving, worshiping, eating, drinking, toasting, boasting, drinking. Any one is a Malathian Activity. Any two are a a Malathian Tradition. Any three are Malatian Cultural Values. Especially Drinking, Drinking and Drinking. I&#8217;m not drinking, not right now. Not for almost three months, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://unreal.istic.net/2009/09/09/watching-the-flock/</link>
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		<title>Consecration</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;My lady Weaver I ask you to cast your eye on this small patch of land. Or your ear. Or your nose. Frankly, if you wanted to cast your elbow on it, that could certainly do no harm. Your eyebrow, arched above, would be a rainbow to it. Mostly what this land needs is your [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://unreal.istic.net/2009/08/18/consecration/</link>
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		<title>New Years Eve 1659</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A patch of darkness shifts towards me, and reveals itself as Jacob, who wanders past and shows me his watch, the time&#8217;s getting close when I&#8217;m going to have to go over to Mill-en and perform the ceremony. He&#8217;s looking&#8230; calm, in a way I find dangerous for a man who recently befell so much [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://unreal.istic.net/2009/07/29/new-years-eve-1659/</link>
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		<title>Lady Blackthorne</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;I am sorry to tell you that Lady Blackthorne has passed away. She died in childbirth&#8221; Right. You&#8217;re from Millen, I know you are, because you told me. So, do I know Lady Blackthorne? Bah, who am I kidding. The number of Millenese noblewomen I know I could fit on the fingers of my head. Fiona&#8217;s taking it a [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://unreal.istic.net/2008/09/08/lady-blackthorne/</link>
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		<title>Letter in a bottle</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The Speaker, The Woven Braid, South Docks, Nordon. I&#8217;ve asked this captain to deliver this message to you, and he&#8217;s thankfully obliged. I am &#8220;Det Marshall&#8221;, who you so helpfully put up for some nights just under two years ago (Possibly just over by now, mail delivery by ship isn&#8217;t exactly speedy). I&#8217;d like to [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://unreal.istic.net/2007/09/21/letter-in-a-bottle/</link>
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		<title>Me</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I hated it there. I&#8217;m not a blacksmith, like my father, my grandfather, my great-grandfather or my brother. I was going to inherit the smithy when my da went to the lover&#8217;s final caress. I couldn&#8217;t do that to my brother, or to me. So I ran away. The name isn&#8217;t mine. The name&#8217;s a [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://unreal.istic.net/2007/08/19/me/</link>
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