Character name (# of segments completed)
Rank Six (report to The Kill!)
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Rank Five (so close, you can almost smell him!)
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Rank Four (you know he's around here somewhere)
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Rank Three (for there will be bears and rumors of bears...)
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Rank Two (we're not scared!)
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Rank One (we're goin' on a bear hunt!)
Roger de Bigod
Ranulf de Blondeville
Richard de Clare
William de Mandeville
Hawise of Aumale
Richard de Redvers
Hamelin de Warenne
Sir Eudes de Tours
William d'Aubigny the Younger
Alan d'Aubigny
Darragh MacAonghusa
Christopher Huntingfield
Aubrey de Vere the Younger
Whoso List to Hunt Tracker
Whoso List to Hunt Tracker
Gm * Man of Angles * Sionnach * Scealai *
Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning,/Every poem an epitaph. And any action/Is a step to the block, to the fire, down the sea's throat/Or to an illegible stone: and that is where we start.
We die with the dying:/See, they depart, and we go with them./We are born with the dead:/See, they return, and bring us with them./The moment of the rose and the moment of the yew-tree/Are of equal duration. A people without history/Is not redeemed from time, for history is a pattern/Of timeless moments. So, while the light fails/On a winter's afternoon, in a secluded chapel/History is now and England --Eliot, Little Gidding
Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning,/Every poem an epitaph. And any action/Is a step to the block, to the fire, down the sea's throat/Or to an illegible stone: and that is where we start.
We die with the dying:/See, they depart, and we go with them./We are born with the dead:/See, they return, and bring us with them./The moment of the rose and the moment of the yew-tree/Are of equal duration. A people without history/Is not redeemed from time, for history is a pattern/Of timeless moments. So, while the light fails/On a winter's afternoon, in a secluded chapel/History is now and England --Eliot, Little Gidding