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      Here one can have a drink and idly chitchat with a friend. (Where do I put this?)

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      In this room Bards throughout the lands gather to tell their tales and anecdotes. (Stories)

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    5. Recruiter's Office

      Off to the side of the Tavern is a large office that the Elder of Initiates keeps for prospective members to come and apply. (Applications)

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  2. The Manor of Tongues

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      This is where all manner of language-related discussions and inquiries are welcome.

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    2. The European Classics

      This is where poems, stories and even RP in any of the following tongues will be posted: French, Spanish, German, Italian, Portugese, Russian, Finnish, Dutch and Swedish.

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    2. The Codex and Lists

      Here are the guidelines and purpose statements of the Pen as well as membership lists, historical lists and listed items of interest.

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    3. Frequently Asked Questions

      An explanation of where things go

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    4. The Piazza of Portraits

      This is where you can read up on other people's characters, or describe your own. And if you format it correctly, we can all use the search tool to quickly find what we need to know.

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      Here all writers are welcomed to archive their works that were written over the ages of Terra. (Works not created on this forum.)

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