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	~~''Material retrieved from original~~ Turbine ~~caches available at http://web.archive.org.~~		{{Turbine 2005
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			\| Text = <div align=right><i>Posted By <b>Ibn</b> on <b>02-May-2005</b></i><br></div>
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	~~<font color~~=~~#FFFFFF><big>'''~~Sanamar Under Siege~~'''</big>~~
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	<div align=right><i>Posted By on <b>02-May-2005</b></i><br></div>
	<i>by Alex "Ibn" Beckers</i>		<i>by Alex "Ibn" Beckers</i>
	<br><br>As the wall shifted, Antoine began to smile.		<br><br>As the wall shifted, Antoine began to smile.
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	<br><br>He kneeled to take a closer look at one of the mushrooms. With his eyes cast down, he was utterly unaware of the things that stirred further down the tunnel. It was only when he heard a faint chittering and clicking that he raised his head.		<br><br>He kneeled to take a closer look at one of the mushrooms. With his eyes cast down, he was utterly unaware of the things that stirred further down the tunnel. It was only when he heard a faint chittering and clicking that he raised his head.
	<br><br>By then it was far too late. When Antoine saw the black and purple thing coming towards him, he forgot all thoughts of kingly favor. When he saw the creature's pincers and claws, Antoine screamed.		<br><br>By then it was far too late. When Antoine saw the black and purple thing coming towards him, he forgot all thoughts of kingly favor. When he saw the creature's pincers and claws, Antoine screamed.
	<~~div align=center~~><br><br><nowiki>******</nowiki></~~div~~>		<br><br><center><nowiki>******</nowiki></center>
	<br><br>Bugs.		<br><br>Bugs.
	<br><br>That's what they looked like. Oversized, bloodthirsty bugs.		<br><br>That's what they looked like. Oversized, bloodthirsty bugs.
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	<br><br>As the knights stood at rest, the Seneschal noticed that they were not undamaged by the fight. Their armor was dented and acid-scarred in places. One knight was missing his left hand, but he appeared to take no notice of it.		<br><br>As the knights stood at rest, the Seneschal noticed that they were not undamaged by the fight. Their armor was dented and acid-scarred in places. One knight was missing his left hand, but he appeared to take no notice of it.
	<br><br>As Corcima and the King conferred in hushed voices, the healers came forward to tend to the knights' wounds. One knight's helm was severely damaged by acid, and as it was removed by one of the healers, Dalmour stifled a gasp. He knew this man or rather, he knew the man that this creature had once been. It bore the face of Marcellus di Atragon, one of Corcima's lieutenants and a veteran of the wars on Ispar.		<br><br>As Corcima and the King conferred in hushed voices, the healers came forward to tend to the knights' wounds. One knight's helm was severely damaged by acid, and as it was removed by one of the healers, Dalmour stifled a gasp. He knew this man or rather, he knew the man that this creature had once been. It bore the face of Marcellus di Atragon, one of Corcima's lieutenants and a veteran of the wars on Ispar.
	<br>As Dalmour gazed upon what Marcellus had become and watched the knight's dull eyes stare straight forward, he felt his horror turn to pride. This knight had given his very body and soul to the cause of the King. Whether it was the work of the witch or some other magic, the people of Sanamar now had a weapon against their assailants. It would not be enough even if every single Viamontian warrior could be changed, the knights would still be too few in number to defeat the besieging swarm. However, today's small victory brought a feeling that had long fled this city: hope.~~</font></div>~~		<br>As Dalmour gazed upon what Marcellus had become and watched the knight's dull eyes stare straight forward, he felt his horror turn to pride. This knight had given his very body and soul to the cause of the King. Whether it was the work of the witch or some other magic, the people of Sanamar now had a weapon against their assailants. It would not be enough even if every single Viamontian warrior could be changed, the knights would still be too few in number to defeat the besieging swarm. However, today's small victory brought a feeling that had long fled this city: hope.}}

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	<br><br>He kneeled to take a closer look at one of the mushrooms. With his eyes cast down, he was utterly unaware of the things that stirred further down the tunnel. It was only when he heard a faint chittering and clicking that he raised his head.		<br><br>He kneeled to take a closer look at one of the mushrooms. With his eyes cast down, he was utterly unaware of the things that stirred further down the tunnel. It was only when he heard a faint chittering and clicking that he raised his head.
	<br><br>By then it was far too late. When Antoine saw the black and purple thing coming towards him, he forgot all thoughts of kingly favor. When he saw the creature's pincers and claws, Antoine screamed.		<br><br>By then it was far too late. When Antoine saw the black and purple thing coming towards him, he forgot all thoughts of kingly favor. When he saw the creature's pincers and claws, Antoine screamed.
	<br><br><nowiki>*****</nowiki>		<div align=center><br><br><nowiki>******</nowiki></div>
	<br><br>Bugs.		<br><br>Bugs.
	<br><br>That's what they looked like. Oversized, bloodthirsty bugs.		<br><br>That's what they looked like. Oversized, bloodthirsty bugs.

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	<font color=#FFFFFF><big>'''Sanamar Under Siege'''</big>		<font color=#FFFFFF><big>'''Sanamar Under Siege'''</big>
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	<div align=right><i>Posted By on <b>??-May-2005</b></i><br></div>		<div align=right><i>Posted By on <b>02-May-2005</b></i><br></div>
	<i>by Alex "Ibn" Beckers</i>		<i>by Alex "Ibn" Beckers</i>
	<br><br>As the wall shifted, Antoine began to smile.		<br><br>As the wall shifted, Antoine began to smile.

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	<font color=#FFFFFF><big>'''Sanamar Under Siege'''</big>		<font color=#FFFFFF><big>'''Sanamar Under Siege'''</big>
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	<div align=right><i>Posted By on <b>??-~~???~~-~~????~~</b></i><br></div>		<div align=right><i>Posted By on <b>??-May-2005</b></i><br></div>
	<i>by Alex "Ibn" Beckers''</i>		<i>by Alex "Ibn" Beckers</i>
	<br><br>As the wall shifted, Antoine began to smile.		<br><br>As the wall shifted, Antoine began to smile.
	For the last two weeks, he had found nothing, and was beginning to wonder if he would ever be able to justify his King's trust in letting him join the expedition. While others had returned with arms full of molding parchment and dusty artifacts, Antoine had yet to make a single discovery. Until today.		For the last two weeks, he had found nothing, and was beginning to wonder if he would ever be able to justify his King's trust in letting him join the expedition. While others had returned with arms full of molding parchment and dusty artifacts, Antoine had yet to make a single discovery. Until today.
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	<br><br>As the knights stood at rest, the Seneschal noticed that they were not undamaged by the fight. Their armor was dented and acid-scarred in places. One knight was missing his left hand, but he appeared to take no notice of it.		<br><br>As the knights stood at rest, the Seneschal noticed that they were not undamaged by the fight. Their armor was dented and acid-scarred in places. One knight was missing his left hand, but he appeared to take no notice of it.
	<br><br>As Corcima and the King conferred in hushed voices, the healers came forward to tend to the knights' wounds. One knight's helm was severely damaged by acid, and as it was removed by one of the healers, Dalmour stifled a gasp. He knew this man or rather, he knew the man that this creature had once been. It bore the face of Marcellus di Atragon, one of Corcima's lieutenants and a veteran of the wars on Ispar.		<br><br>As Corcima and the King conferred in hushed voices, the healers came forward to tend to the knights' wounds. One knight's helm was severely damaged by acid, and as it was removed by one of the healers, Dalmour stifled a gasp. He knew this man or rather, he knew the man that this creature had once been. It bore the face of Marcellus di Atragon, one of Corcima's lieutenants and a veteran of the wars on Ispar.
	~~<br>~~<br>As Dalmour gazed upon what Marcellus had become and watched the knight's dull eyes stare straight forward, he felt his horror turn to pride. This knight had given his very body and soul to the cause of the King. Whether it was the work of the witch or some other magic, the people of Sanamar now had a weapon against their assailants. It would not be enough even if every single Viamontian warrior could be changed, the knights would still be too few in number to defeat the besieging swarm. However, today's small victory brought a feeling that had long fled this city: hope.</font></div>		<br>As Dalmour gazed upon what Marcellus had become and watched the knight's dull eyes stare straight forward, he felt his horror turn to pride. This knight had given his very body and soul to the cause of the King. Whether it was the work of the witch or some other magic, the people of Sanamar now had a weapon against their assailants. It would not be enough even if every single Viamontian warrior could be changed, the knights would still be too few in number to defeat the besieging swarm. However, today's small victory brought a feeling that had long fled this city: hope.</font></div>

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