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Abb3w at 20:34, 18 May 2011

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	There would be time to consider that later. For now, the task was as always: to muddle through the underbrush and minimize the thorns on her way back to her path. If she did nothing, she would somehow be dragged to her destiny anyway. But [[unit]]s [[popped]] with minds and hands, and putting them to use always eased the way.		There would be time to consider that later. For now, the task was as always: to muddle through the underbrush and minimize the thorns on her way back to her path. If she did nothing, she would somehow be dragged to her destiny anyway. But [[unit]]s [[popped]] with minds and hands, and putting them to use always eased the way.

-	Ossomer] completed his orders swiftly, and she called her stack's commanders into a huddle. Ossomer scowled, Jack observed, and Sylvia always, always burned. Wanda liked Sylvia.	+	[[Ossomer]] completed his orders swiftly, and she called her stack's commanders into a huddle. Ossomer scowled, Jack observed, and Sylvia always, always burned. Wanda liked Sylvia.

	At [[Gobwin Knob]] there lived [[Erfworld]]'s [[Summon Perfect Warlord Spell\|perfect warlord]], and she could call him and ask him what to do. Or perhaps he would soon call her with some tactical proposal. But perversely, she did not want Parson's advice this time. Somehow, she felt it was now simply time to apply what he had taught her. She cleared her throat.		At [[Gobwin Knob]] there lived [[Erfworld]]'s [[Summon Perfect Warlord Spell\|perfect warlord]], and she could call him and ask him what to do. Or perhaps he would soon call her with some tactical proposal. But perversely, she did not want Parson's advice this time. Somehow, she felt it was now simply time to apply what he had taught her. She cleared her throat.

No one in particular: Don't really need to link every single noun and verb on a page, right?

2011-03-29T15:59:27Z

Don't really need to link every single noun and verb on a page, right?

152.131.9.69 at 23:16, 28 March 2011

2011-03-28T23:16:21Z

Commander I. Heartly Noah at 20:33, 13 July 2010

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-	[[Wanda Firebaugh\|Wanda]] removed her [[magic Item\|hair helmet]] and stowed it in the saddlebag. The plan to take the [[garrison]] by [[dance fight]] had been obviated at least two revisions ago, and the wretched thing itched.	+	[[Wanda Firebaugh\|Wanda]] removed her [[magic Item\|hair helmet]] and stowed it in the saddlebag. The plan to take the [[City_Zones#Garrison\|garrison]] by [[dance fight]] had been obviated at least two revisions ago, and the wretched thing itched.

	There was better headgear on hand for the aerial fight they now faced. For the moment, though, she let her hair hang free. No missiles were flying, and the breeze felt nice on her sweaty scalp. The [[war paint]] could stay on.		There was better headgear on hand for the aerial fight they now faced. For the moment, though, she let her hair hang free. No missiles were flying, and the breeze felt nice on her sweaty scalp. The [[war paint]] could stay on.

SteveMB at 13:54, 25 April 2010

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	[[Wanda Firebaugh\|Wanda]] removed her [[magic Item\|hair helmet]] and stowed it in the saddlebag. The plan to take the [[garrison]] by [[dance fight]] had been obviated at least two revisions ago, and the wretched thing itched.		[[Wanda Firebaugh\|Wanda]] removed her [[magic Item\|hair helmet]] and stowed it in the saddlebag. The plan to take the [[garrison]] by [[dance fight]] had been obviated at least two revisions ago, and the wretched thing itched.

Commander I. Heartly Noah at 03:13, 6 April 2010

2010-04-06T03:13:15Z

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	She looked each of them in the eye, a little afraid of what she was about to say. She cleared her throat again. "Let's hear some ideas."		She looked each of them in the eye, a little afraid of what she was about to say. She cleared her throat again. "Let's hear some ideas."
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Commander I. Heartly Noah at 18:21, 5 April 2010

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-	[[Wanda Firebaugh\|Wanda]] removed her [[magic ~~item~~\|hair helmet]] and stowed it in the saddlebag. The plan to take the [[garrison]] by [[dance fight]] had been obviated at least two revisions ago, and the wretched thing itched.	+	[[Wanda Firebaugh\|Wanda]] removed her [[magic Item\|hair helmet]] and stowed it in the saddlebag. The plan to take the [[garrison]] by [[dance fight]] had been obviated at least two revisions ago, and the wretched thing itched.

	There was better headgear on hand for the aerial fight they now faced. For the moment, though, she let her hair hang free. No missiles were flying, and the breeze felt nice on her sweaty scalp. The [[war paint]] could stay on.		There was better headgear on hand for the aerial fight they now faced. For the moment, though, she let her hair hang free. No missiles were flying, and the breeze felt nice on her sweaty scalp. The [[war paint]] could stay on.

Commander I. Heartly Noah at 18:07, 5 April 2010

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	More importantly, how quickly could she find her way back? This was the thing she seemed unable to explain, even to [[Parson Gotti]].		More importantly, how quickly could she find her way back? This was the thing she seemed unable to explain, even to [[Parson Gotti]].

-	She was unafraid. Her thread would not end here, whatever the apparent odds. [[Mathamancy]] was largely bunk. There had been worse situations. She had once lain broken in the dirt, at the mercy of the [[Royal Crown Coalition\|enemy]] [[Chief Warlord\|Chief]], and spoken a challenge. Seal my [[Fate]]. Seal yours.	+	She was unafraid. Her thread would not end here, whatever the apparent odds. [[Mathamancy]] was largely bunk. There had been worse situations. She had once lain broken in the dirt, at the mercy of the [[Royal Crown Coalition\|enemy]] [[Chief Warlord\|Chief]], and spoken a challenge. ''Seal my [[Fate]]. Seal yours.''

	[[Ansom\|He]] ran.		[[Ansom\|He]] ran.

-	One can run from Fate, but suffering follows, and escape is impossible. Ansom ran away that day. Did it save him? Did it keep the [[Arkenpliers]] from her grasp? Where had it led him? [[Croaked]] at the hands of a lowly [[rank\|henchman]], in full view of all of his [[men]].	+	One ''can'' run from Fate, but suffering follows, and escape is impossible. Ansom ran away that day. Did it save him? Did it keep the [[Arkenpliers]] from her grasp? Where had it led him? [[Croaked]] at the hands of a lowly [[rank\|henchman]], in full view of all of his [[men]].

-	No. Running toward Fate is the only way to lessen the hardship. But for mortal [[unit]]s, even casters of Fate [[magic]], the view is low to the ground. The way is unclear.	+	No. Running ''toward'' Fate is the only way to lessen the hardship. But for mortal [[unit]]s, even casters of Fate [[magic]], the view is low to the ground. The way is unclear.

	Wanda thought she had found her path over the last few score turns. But the fact that things were going so badly now indicated that she had strayed from her true course somehow. The old, familiar pains in her head and chest and stomach had returned all at once.		Wanda thought she had found her path over the last few score turns. But the fact that things were going so badly now indicated that she had strayed from her true course somehow. The old, familiar pains in her head and chest and stomach had returned all at once.

Commander I. Heartly Noah at 18:02, 5 April 2010

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		+	[[Wanda Firebaugh\|Wanda]] removed her [[magic item\|hair helmet]] and stowed it in the saddlebag. The plan to take the [[garrison]] by [[dance fight]] had been obviated at least two revisions ago, and the wretched thing itched.
		+
		+	There was better headgear on hand for the aerial fight they now faced. For the moment, though, she let her hair hang free. No missiles were flying, and the breeze felt nice on her sweaty scalp. The [[war paint]] could stay on.
		+
		+	She took a deep breath, and released it slowly through her nose. "Re[[stack]]," she told [[Ossomer]]. "Give [[K.C.]] an interceptor stack of [[blue dwagon\|blues]] and [[pink dwagons\|pinks]]. You, [[Lady Sylvia Lazarus\|Sylvia]], [[Jack Snipe\|Jack]]... with me. Re[[mount]] them on top [[dwagon]]s by [[hit]]s, disregarding color and [[level]]. Fill us out to [[stack\|max]] with [[level\|top]] [[Archon]]s, but leave one with [[Leadership]] with the rest in a single stack. Go."
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		+	"Yes, [[Commander]]!" barked her latest and biggest. Ossomer was high-level and competent enough, but Wanda disliked this one. It was as if, instead of promoting a [[warlord]] from the ranks, someone had gone down to the larder and promoted a side of beef.
		+
		+	Where had she lost Fate's trail...
		+
		+	More importantly, how quickly could she find her way back? This was the thing she seemed unable to explain, even to [[Parson Gotti]].
		+
		+	She was unafraid. Her thread would not end here, whatever the apparent odds. [[Mathamancy]] was largely bunk. There had been worse situations. She had once lain broken in the dirt, at the mercy of the [[Royal Crown Coalition\|enemy]] [[Chief Warlord\|Chief]], and spoken a challenge. Seal my [[Fate]]. Seal yours.
		+
		+	[[Ansom\|He]] ran.
		+
		+	One can run from Fate, but suffering follows, and escape is impossible. Ansom ran away that day. Did it save him? Did it keep the [[Arkenpliers]] from her grasp? Where had it led him? [[Croaked]] at the hands of a lowly [[rank\|henchman]], in full view of all of his [[men]].
		+
		+	No. Running toward Fate is the only way to lessen the hardship. But for mortal [[unit]]s, even casters of Fate [[magic]], the view is low to the ground. The way is unclear.
		+
		+	Wanda thought she had found her path over the last few score turns. But the fact that things were going so badly now indicated that she had strayed from her true course somehow. The old, familiar pains in her head and chest and stomach had returned all at once.
		+
		+	She did not know where she had erred, but it surely involved [[Jillian]]...
		+
		+	There would be time to consider that later. For now, the task was as always: to muddle through the underbrush and minimize the thorns on her way back to her path. If she did nothing, she would somehow be dragged to her destiny anyway. But units [[pop]]ped with minds and hands, and putting them to use always eased the way.
		+
		+	Ossomer completed his orders swiftly, and she called her stack's commanders into a huddle. Ossomer scowled, Jack observed, and Sylvia always, always burned. Wanda liked Sylvia.
		+
		+	At [[Gobwin Knob]] there lived [[Erfworld]]'s [[Summon Perfect Warlord Spell\|perfect warlord]], and she could call him and ask him what to do. Or perhaps he would soon call her with some tactical proposal. But perversely, she did not want Parson's advice this time. Somehow, she felt it was now simply time to apply what he had taught her. She cleared her throat.
		+
		+	"The principal strategic objective here is escape," she began. Sylvia and Ossomer made faces, but Jack suddenly looked attentive, concentrating on her words. "Following that is preserving me, then preserving you, then the preservation of all our other units in the [[battlespace]]. We cannot [[movement\|move]], and we may be attacked at any moment."
		+
		+	She looked each of them in the eye, a little afraid of what she was about to say. She cleared her throat again. "Let's hear some ideas."

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	There was better headgear on hand for the aerial fight they now faced. For the moment, though, she let her hair hang free. No missiles were flying, and the breeze felt nice on her sweaty scalp. The [[war paint]] could stay on.		There was better headgear on hand for the aerial fight they now faced. For the moment, though, she let her hair hang free. No missiles were flying, and the breeze felt nice on her sweaty scalp. The [[war paint]] could stay on.

-	She took a deep breath, and released it slowly through her nose. "~~Re[[stack]]~~," she told [[Ossomer]]. "Give [[K.C.]] an interceptor stack of [[blue dwagon\|blues]] and [[pink dwagons\|pinks]]. You, [[~~Lady Sylvia Lazarus\|~~Sylvia]], [[~~Jack Snipe\|~~Jack]]... with me. ~~Re[[mount]]~~ them on top [[dwagon]]s by [[hit]]s, disregarding color and [[level]]. Fill us out to [[stack\|max]] with ~~[[level\|~~top]] [[Archon]]s, but leave one with [[Leadership]] with the rest in a single stack. Go."	+	She took a deep breath, and released it slowly through her nose. "Restack," she told [[Ossomer]]. "Give [[K.C.]] an interceptor stack of [[blue dwagon\|blues]] and [[pink dwagons\|pinks]]. You, [[Sylvia]], [[Jack]]... with me. Remount them on top [[dwagon]]s by [[hit]]s, disregarding color and [[level]]. Fill us out to [[stack\|max]] with top [[Archon]]s, but leave one with [[Leadership]] with the rest in a single stack. Go."

	"Yes, [[Commander]]!" barked her latest and biggest. Ossomer was high-level and competent enough, but Wanda disliked this one. It was as if, instead of promoting a [[warlord]] from the ranks, someone had gone down to the larder and promoted a side of beef.		"Yes, [[Commander]]!" barked her latest and biggest. Ossomer was high-level and competent enough, but Wanda disliked this one. It was as if, instead of promoting a [[warlord]] from the ranks, someone had gone down to the larder and promoted a side of beef.
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	More importantly, how quickly could she find her way back? This was the thing she seemed unable to explain, even to [[Parson Gotti]].		More importantly, how quickly could she find her way back? This was the thing she seemed unable to explain, even to [[Parson Gotti]].

-	She was unafraid. Her thread would not end here, whatever the apparent odds. [[Mathamancy]] was largely bunk. There had been worse situations. She had once lain broken in the dirt, at the mercy of the [[Royal Crown Coalition\|enemy]] [[Chief Warlord\|Chief]], and spoken a challenge. ''Seal my [[Fate]]. Seal yours.''	+	She was unafraid. Her thread would not end here, whatever the apparent odds. [[Mathamancy]] was largely bunk. There had been worse situations. She had once lain broken in the dirt, at the mercy of the [[Royal Crown Coalition\|enemy]] [[Chief Warlord\|Chief]], and spoken a challenge. ''Seal my Fate. Seal yours.''

-	~~[[Ansom\|~~He]] ran.	+	He ran.

-	One ''can'' run from Fate, but suffering follows, and escape is impossible. [[Ansom]] ran away that day. Did it save him? Did it keep the [[Arkenpliers]] from her grasp? Where had it led him? [[Croaked]] at the hands of a lowly ~~[[rank\|~~henchman]], in full view of all of his [[men]].	+	One ''can'' run from Fate, but suffering follows, and escape is impossible. [[Ansom]] ran away that day. Did it save him? Did it keep the [[Arkenpliers]] from her grasp? Where had it led him? [[Croaked]] at the hands of a lowly henchman, in full view of all of his men.

-	No. Running ''toward'' [[Fate]] is the only way to lessen the hardship. But for mortal [[unit]]s, even [[caster]]s of Fate [[magic]], the view is low to the ground. The way is unclear.	+	No. Running ''toward'' Fate is the only way to lessen the hardship. But for mortal [[unit]]s, even [[caster]]s of Fate [[magic]], the view is low to the ground. The way is unclear.

-	[[Wanda]] thought she had found her path over the last few score turns. But the fact that things were going so badly now indicated that she had strayed from her true course somehow. The old, familiar pains in her head and chest and stomach had returned all at once.	+	Wanda thought she had found her path over the last few score turns. But the fact that things were going so badly now indicated that she had strayed from her true course somehow. The old, familiar pains in her head and chest and stomach had returned all at once.

	She did not know where she had erred, but it surely involved [[Jillian]]...		She did not know where she had erred, but it surely involved [[Jillian]]...
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	There would be time to consider that later. For now, the task was as always: to muddle through the underbrush and minimize the thorns on her way back to her path. If she did nothing, she would somehow be dragged to her destiny anyway. But [[unit]]s [[popped]] with minds and hands, and putting them to use always eased the way.		There would be time to consider that later. For now, the task was as always: to muddle through the underbrush and minimize the thorns on her way back to her path. If she did nothing, she would somehow be dragged to her destiny anyway. But [[unit]]s [[popped]] with minds and hands, and putting them to use always eased the way.

-	[[Ossomer]] completed his orders swiftly, and she called her stack's commanders into a huddle. Ossomer scowled, [[Jack]] observed, and [[Sylvia]] always, always burned. [[Wanda]] liked [[Sylvia]].	+	Ossomer] completed his orders swiftly, and she called her stack's commanders into a huddle. Ossomer scowled, Jack observed, and Sylvia always, always burned. Wanda liked Sylvia.

-	At [[Gobwin Knob]] there lived [[Erfworld]]'s [[Summon Perfect Warlord Spell\|perfect warlord]], and she could call him and ask him what to do. Or perhaps he would soon call her with some tactical proposal. But perversely, she did not want [[Parson]]'s advice this time. Somehow, she felt it was now simply time to apply what he had taught her. She cleared her throat.	+	At [[Gobwin Knob]] there lived [[Erfworld]]'s [[Summon Perfect Warlord Spell\|perfect warlord]], and she could call him and ask him what to do. Or perhaps he would soon call her with some tactical proposal. But perversely, she did not want Parson's advice this time. Somehow, she felt it was now simply time to apply what he had taught her. She cleared her throat.

-	"The principal strategic objective here is escape," she began. Sylvia and Ossomer made faces, but Jack suddenly looked attentive, concentrating on her words. "Following that is preserving me, then preserving you, then the preservation of all our other units in the [[battlespace]]. We cannot ~~[[movement\|~~move]], and we may be attacked at any moment."	+	"The principal strategic objective here is escape," she began. Sylvia and Ossomer made faces, but Jack suddenly looked attentive, concentrating on her words. "Following that is preserving me, then preserving you, then the preservation of all our other units in the [[battlespace]]. We cannot move, and we may be attacked at any moment."

	She looked each of them in the eye, a little afraid of what she was about to say. She cleared her throat again. "Let's hear some ideas."		She looked each of them in the eye, a little afraid of what she was about to say. She cleared her throat again. "Let's hear some ideas."

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	"Yes, [[Commander]]!" barked her latest and biggest. Ossomer was high-level and competent enough, but Wanda disliked this one. It was as if, instead of promoting a [[warlord]] from the ranks, someone had gone down to the larder and promoted a side of beef.		"Yes, [[Commander]]!" barked her latest and biggest. Ossomer was high-level and competent enough, but Wanda disliked this one. It was as if, instead of promoting a [[warlord]] from the ranks, someone had gone down to the larder and promoted a side of beef.

-	Where had she lost Fate's trail...	+	Where had she lost [[Fate]]'s trail...

	More importantly, how quickly could she find her way back? This was the thing she seemed unable to explain, even to [[Parson Gotti]].		More importantly, how quickly could she find her way back? This was the thing she seemed unable to explain, even to [[Parson Gotti]].
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	[[Ansom\|He]] ran.		[[Ansom\|He]] ran.

-	One ''can'' run from Fate, but suffering follows, and escape is impossible. Ansom ran away that day. Did it save him? Did it keep the [[Arkenpliers]] from her grasp? Where had it led him? [[Croaked]] at the hands of a lowly [[rank\|henchman]], in full view of all of his [[men]].	+	One ''can'' run from Fate, but suffering follows, and escape is impossible. [[Ansom]] ran away that day. Did it save him? Did it keep the [[Arkenpliers]] from her grasp? Where had it led him? [[Croaked]] at the hands of a lowly [[rank\|henchman]], in full view of all of his [[men]].

-	No. Running ''toward'' Fate is the only way to lessen the hardship. But for mortal [[unit]]s, even ~~casters~~ of Fate [[magic]], the view is low to the ground. The way is unclear.	+	No. Running ''toward'' [[Fate]] is the only way to lessen the hardship. But for mortal [[unit]]s, even [[caster]]s of Fate [[magic]], the view is low to the ground. The way is unclear.

-	Wanda thought she had found her path over the last few score turns. But the fact that things were going so badly now indicated that she had strayed from her true course somehow. The old, familiar pains in her head and chest and stomach had returned all at once.	+	[[Wanda]] thought she had found her path over the last few score turns. But the fact that things were going so badly now indicated that she had strayed from her true course somehow. The old, familiar pains in her head and chest and stomach had returned all at once.

	She did not know where she had erred, but it surely involved [[Jillian]]...		She did not know where she had erred, but it surely involved [[Jillian]]...

-	There would be time to consider that later. For now, the task was as always: to muddle through the underbrush and minimize the thorns on her way back to her path. If she did nothing, she would somehow be dragged to her destiny anyway. But ~~units~~ [[~~pop~~]]~~ped~~ with minds and hands, and putting them to use always eased the way.	+	There would be time to consider that later. For now, the task was as always: to muddle through the underbrush and minimize the thorns on her way back to her path. If she did nothing, she would somehow be dragged to her destiny anyway. But [[unit]]s [[popped]] with minds and hands, and putting them to use always eased the way.

-	Ossomer completed his orders swiftly, and she called her stack's commanders into a huddle. Ossomer scowled, Jack observed, and Sylvia always, always burned. Wanda liked Sylvia.	+	[[Ossomer]] completed his orders swiftly, and she called her stack's commanders into a huddle. Ossomer scowled, [[Jack]] observed, and [[Sylvia]] always, always burned. [[Wanda]] liked [[Sylvia]].

-	At [[Gobwin Knob]] there lived [[Erfworld]]'s [[Summon Perfect Warlord Spell\|perfect warlord]], and she could call him and ask him what to do. Or perhaps he would soon call her with some tactical proposal. But perversely, she did not want Parson's advice this time. Somehow, she felt it was now simply time to apply what he had taught her. She cleared her throat.	+	At [[Gobwin Knob]] there lived [[Erfworld]]'s [[Summon Perfect Warlord Spell\|perfect warlord]], and she could call him and ask him what to do. Or perhaps he would soon call her with some tactical proposal. But perversely, she did not want [[Parson]]'s advice this time. Somehow, she felt it was now simply time to apply what he had taught her. She cleared her throat.

	"The principal strategic objective here is escape," she began. Sylvia and Ossomer made faces, but Jack suddenly looked attentive, concentrating on her words. "Following that is preserving me, then preserving you, then the preservation of all our other units in the [[battlespace]]. We cannot [[movement\|move]], and we may be attacked at any moment."		"The principal strategic objective here is escape," she began. Sylvia and Ossomer made faces, but Jack suddenly looked attentive, concentrating on her words. "Following that is preserving me, then preserving you, then the preservation of all our other units in the [[battlespace]]. We cannot [[movement\|move]], and we may be attacked at any moment."