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	Lancelot: Ode to the Hunters of the Black Conclave <BR>		Lancelot: Ode to the Hunters of the Black Conclave <BR>
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	Father Rogue, KNOWLEDGE he teaches,<BR>		Father Rogue, KNOWLEDGE he teaches,<BR>
	His best sermons his mace preaches<BR>		His best sermons his mace preaches<BR>
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	Father Rogue laughs in the face of the three<BR>		Father Rogue laughs in the face of the three<BR>
	who heard the sermon, 'Evil must Flee' <BR>		who heard the sermon, 'Evil must Flee' <BR>
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	"Purify our soul, dear Father!"<BR>		"Purify our soul, dear Father!"<BR>
	their evil souls request --<BR>		their evil souls request --<BR>

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Lancelot: Ode to the Hunters of the Black Conclave 
Mon Jun 10 20:18:01 1996 
To: all 
Father Rogue, KNOWLEDGE he teaches, 
His best sermons his mace preaches 
journeyed in the guild one day 
to find the Father had become the prey. 
 
Three fair hunters of the Black Conclave 
Grouped, three against one: sign of the brave -- 
seeking to bring the verbose one down, 
his attire to take and pass around. 
 
[[Azra]], most spineless of the three, 
He was the first of them to flee. 
His feathers ruffled, his bravery gone 
this tiny little bird flew back home. 
 
[[Sadow]], unequipped, nary a brain cell 
fought one round longer 'fore his courage, too, fell. 
They left alone one lonely mage 
to face the brunt of Father Rogue's rage. 
 
[[Salem]], Black Dragon of the silly Conclave 
fled east, then west, much ground he gave... 
Father Rogue gave lighthearted chase 
letting the Conclave save a little face. 
 
The end result of the Conclave against one, 
is the one still stands and the three only run. 
Father Rogue laughs in the face of the three 
who heard the sermon, 'Evil must Flee' 
"Purify our soul, dear Father!" 
their evil souls request -- 
PURIFY YOUR SOULS I WILL 
AS I HUNT YOU TO YOUR DEATH! 
 
Father Rogue watches.