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  <title>Sir Lucan</title>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 20 Oct 2008 04:15:44 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>(For Sagramore...and anyone else who want to bother him.)</title>
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  <description>Lucan is chopping wood.  It&apos;s one of the few things he really takes pride in, considering that it&apos;s one of the few things his big brother can&apos;t overshadow him in.  So he&apos;s stripped down to his trousers and a wifebeater and is having out his frustrations on a log.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 16 Mar 2007 17:23:10 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>He&apos;s been staying with Percy while he decides what t do with himself, and he&apos;s been trying to work up the gumption to go talk to his brother.  He hasn&apos;t talked to Bedivere since he left, not that they talked much before then except to yell at each other about the one&apos;s drinking habits or the other&apos;s failure at being a proper knight.  Now he&apos;s finally ready, but Bedivere&apos;s off elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He goes to his brother&apos;s house anyway, in case Bedi&apos;s gotten home, or at least to leave a note in the usual spot under the ale tankard.  He knocks on the doorframe as he goes in.  &quot;Hello?  It&apos;s Lucan; anybody home?  Bedi?&quot;</description>
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  <description>Lucan can be found out under a tree somewhere in the vicinity of wherever they are, wrapped up in his heavy cloak against the cold.  Next to him are a couple of large bundles and a cooking pot filled with kitcheny sorts of items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He&apos;s primarily just thinking, and occasionally muttering to himself under his breath, so if you wanted to talk to him, go ahead.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 13 Nov 2006 19:33:35 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Lucan&apos;s in a bit of a &apos;mood&apos;.</title>
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  <description>Hi, my name is Lucan, and I&apos;m the last to ever know anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand (the one &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; actually have), I&apos;m a great cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can usually be found smoothing things overe wherever the last place my brother made a mess of things was.  Also, despite what he may tell you, I&apos;m fully grown and able to take care of myself.  (And get my own girlfriend, so I don&apos;t need hand-me-downs, Sir Big Brother.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hi, nice to meet you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; going on a &apos;brotherly bonding&apos; trip again.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 26 Aug 2006 17:43:21 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>*general puzzlement*</title>
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  <description>This place is nothing like Wales.  I haven&apos;t had to clean up after Bedi once yet, and no one&apos;s trying to kill any dragons or capture any unicorns or anything.  There&apos;s all sorts of people here I still haven&apos;t met yet too.  And Bedi and Mordred are friends or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I liked it better when I had a clue.</description>
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