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		<title>Cmatney: Pushed from realm.</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Pushed from realm.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;New page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;[[File:java.jpg|thumb|right|200px|Java, Parrot Illusionist]]&lt;br /&gt;
As a young bird, my home was at a coffee plantation near Keelhaul in the [[Wilderlands]].  I have always been fascinated by sounds.  One day, I was eating coffee beans (my favorite) from a tree near the humans when I heard a young man whistling a tune in many pitches at the same time.  Intrigued, I followed him back to his home - an old tower filled with books and things.&lt;br /&gt;
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The young man fed me - which was nice.  But, most importantly, he made the most interesting sounds - not just human speech, but strange sounds.  He could sound like any creature - or many creatures.  He could also make things appear out of nothing.  It was a wonderful time.&lt;br /&gt;
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In time, the young man, named Jareth, undertook an ocean voyage with barrels of coffee, and I eagerly went with him - the sounds aboard ship were breathtaking.  After many ports, I arrived in Portsmith.  &lt;br /&gt;
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Two nights ago, Jareth was reading in our room at the Inn.  The door burst open and five armored men grabbed him.  Their leader, a woman dressed in blue and silver robes - gaunt, pale, and silent - ordered his possessions taken.  I tried to spray her with color, but it didn't work.  Suddenly, I felt sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;
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I awoke in a stone room.  A silver chain has been put on my foot, and a strange clip in my wing makes flight difficult.  I must escape.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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