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 ==Origin==
-The tale of the Events of Solitude begins, as with many stories, with the poems of [[Arariax]]. Or if you'd rather, they begin with the thoughts of an idiot, another way a lot of stories begin. Either way, the tale is the same and starts around –171 [[EC]]. A scholar by the name of [[Rattallan]], known far and wide for his complete and total lack of sense, declared that he had combined all of the works of the great poet into one massive manuscript which foretold the end of the world on the 12th of Jole, -100 [[EC]] (a date now synonmous with the [[Day of Champions]]). On that day, everything would go silent for three nights, after which the world would stop, [[orthogonalities]] would separate, dead gods would awake and generally be annoyed at those living upon them, and random mayhem would occur. Now, crackpots come out every once in a while declaring the end of the world, so the populace ignored him. His prediction quickly forgotten, the world moved on. Rattallan himself also moved on, declaring in two months that he had definite proof that [[Aelfants]] were going to take over the world in 10 [[EC]]. His earlier prediction forgotten, the world again moved on.
+The tale of the Events of Solitude begins, as with many stories, with the poems of [[Arariax]]. Or if you'd rather, they begin with the thoughts of an idiot, another way a lot of stories begin. Either way, the tale is the same and starts around -171 [[EC]]. A scholar by the name of [[Rattallan]], known far and wide for his complete and total lack of sense, declared that he had combined all of the works of the great poet into one massive manuscript which foretold the end of the world on the 12th of Jole, -100 [[EC]] (a date now synonymous with the [[Day of Champions]]). On that day, everything would go silent for three nights, after which the world would stop, [[orthogonalities]] would separate, dead gods would awake and generally be annoyed at those living upon them, and random mayhem would occur. Now, crackpots come out every once in a while declaring the end of the world, so the populace ignored him. His prediction quickly forgotten, the world moved on. Rattallan himself also moved on, declaring in two months that he had definite proof that [[Aelfants]] were going to take over the world in 10 [[EC]]. His earlier prediction forgotten, the world again moved on.
 ==Re-emerging into Public Consciousness==
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 Given that there were several copies (including one that appeared to have been used as insulation) the student procured a copy, took it to the University Pub, and proceeded to share a good laugh with his friends at the expense of the long dead scholar. They left the copy as payment for their drinks after realizing they had no money. The documents changed hands several times that night, eventually ending up in the pouch of an [[Iganefta]]n noble who was riding through. Wondering how it had gotten there, he read it once he got home and immediately panicked. Since the methods of [[Rattallan]] were as inscrutable of those of any other scholar, he gave it due respect as the immutable truth.
-Panicking, he ran to the Lord proclaiming his find. The Lord, rather grumpy at being woken up in the middle of the night, refused to listen. The noble, unfazed one bit, immediately ran to the street corner, where in the general populace of Ghyll he found a more receptive audience. Word spread quickly, and if not many believed, almost all at least heard. Certainly, Ghyllians had been through this kind of thing before, and many of them were not about to worry until they had some proof. Unfortunately, they got it.
+Panicking further, he ran to the Lord proclaiming his find. The Lord, rather grumpy at being awoken in the middle of the night, refused to listen. Unfazed, the noble immediately ran to the street corner where in the general populace of Ghyll he found a more receptive audience. Word spread quickly, and if not many believed, almost all at least heard. Certainly, Ghyllians had been through this kind of thing before, and many of them were not about to worry until they had some proof. Unfortunately, they got it.
 ==The Events Themselves==
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 Three days before the 12th of Jole, -101 [[EC]], Ghyll suddenly went silent. Nobody, it seemed, could hear anything. The only places unaffected were those that rarely, if ever, saw visitors and were thus isolated from the rest of Ghyll at large. Of course, these places could not inform others of their auditory status. A few Ghyllians were immune to the effect, but due to the fact that the ones affected couldn’t hear them, it really didn’t matter.
-Riots proceeded, mayhem happened, and religious orders found themselves full of applicants. This generally destructive state of affairs continued until about three hours before the midnight on the 12th, just as [[Perky]] began to set. Suddenly, all of Ghyll could hear again. (Well, not all. Those that couldn’t hear before still couldn’t hear, but they never really had understood what all the fuss was about anyway. A few others never regained their hearing, but that’s life.) The populace unanimously shrugged, and went off to enjoy their day.
+Riots proceeded, mayhem happened, and religious orders found themselves full of applicants. This generally destructive state of affairs continued until about three hours before the midnight on the 11th, just as [[Perky]] began to set. Suddenly, all of Ghyll could hear again. (Well, not all. Those that couldn’t hear before still couldn’t hear, but they never really had understood what all the fuss was about anyway. A few others never regained their hearing, but that’s life.) The populace unanimously shrugged and went off to enjoy their day.
 ==What Really Happened==
-Everything related above is true. However, there are a couple of facts missing. First of all, how did word of the imminent destruction of Ghyll permeate the world so quickly and thoroughly? [[Bindlet Ball]] teams. It has been shown that unofficial [[Bindlet Ball]] teams (as this was many years before the formation of the League), wishing to create a populace more attached to the sport, carefully orchestrated all of the happenings. Regularly travelling long distances to reach remote fields, it gave them the perfect opportunity to cause all of Ghyll to, at least, hear the predictions. But why did everyone lose their hearing? The answer to this question is hotly debated and no definitive conclusion has been reached. The only thing everyone seems sure of is that it is the [[Bindlet Ball]] teams' fault.
+Everything related above is true. However, there are a couple of facts missing. First of all, how did word of the imminent destruction permeate the world so quickly and thoroughly? It has been shown that unofficial [[Bindlet Ball]] teams (many years before the formation of the League), wishing to create a populace more attached to the sport, carefully orchestrated all of the happenings. Regularly travelling long distances to reach remote fields, it gave them the perfect opportunity to cause all of Ghyll to, at least, hear the predictions. But why did everyone lose their hearing? The answer to this question is hotly debated and no definitive conclusion has been reached. The only thing everyone seems sure of is that it is the [[Bindlet Ball]] teams' fault.
-Regardless, the outcome was a complete and utter success. [[Bindlet Ball]] became even more popular then it was and no one was willing to do anything to the teams needed to play the games. Several smaller stunts have since been pulled by various other organizations, and events of this type are the subject of one of my favorite lectures: "Why Graduate Students Shouldn’t Steal From Their Professors". An excellent moral, don’t you agree?
+Regardless, the outcome was a complete and utter success. [[Bindlet Ball]] became even more popular then it was and no one was willing to do anything to the teams needed to play the game. Several smaller stunts have since been pulled by various other organizations, and events of this type are the subject of one of my favorite lectures: "Why Graduate Students Shouldn’t Steal From Their Professors". An excellent moral, don’t you agree?
 '''Citations''': [[Arariax]], [[Perky]], [[Rattallan]].

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-The Events of Solitude are perhaps the greatest Media Stunt in the History of Ghyll, certainly in recent history. They have thousands of devout believers, proclaiming that Ghyll ended on the day prophesied, and everything after them is in fact just a mass hallucination. Personally, this scholar believes that everything before them was just an illusion, so he doesn’t really see the difference.
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 ==Origin==
-The tale of the Events of Solitude begins, as with many stories, with the Poems of [[Arariax]]. Or if you rather, they begin with the thoughts of an idiot, another way a lot of stories about Ghyll begin. Either way, the tale is the same, starting around –171 [[EC]]. A scholar by the name of [[Rattallan]], a man known far and wide for his complete and total lack of sense, declared that he had combined all of the works of the great poet into one great manuscript, which foretold the end of the World on the [[Day of Champions]] of –100 [[EC]]. Everything would go silent for three days, after which, the world would stop, the [[Orthogonalities]] would separate, the dead gods would wake up and generally be annoyed at the Ghyllians who had been living on them, and just some general mayhem would occur. Now crackpots come out every once in a while, declaring the end of the world, so the Populace of Ghyll at large ignored him. His prediction was quickly forgotten, and the world moved on. Rattallan himself also moved on, declaring in two months that he had definite proof that [[Aelfants]] were going to take over the world in +10 [[EC]]. His earlier prediction was forgotten, and the World moved on.
+The tale of the Events of Solitude begins, as with many stories, with the poems of [[Arariax]]. Or if you'd rather, they begin with the thoughts of an idiot, another way a lot of stories begin. Either way, the tale is the same and starts around –171 [[EC]]. A scholar by the name of [[Rattallan]], known far and wide for his complete and total lack of sense, declared that he had combined all of the works of the great poet into one massive manuscript which foretold the end of the world on the 12th of Jole, -100 [[EC]] (a date now synonmous with the [[Day of Champions]]). On that day, everything would go silent for three nights, after which the world would stop, [[orthogonalities]] would separate, dead gods would awake and generally be annoyed at those living upon them, and random mayhem would occur. Now, crackpots come out every once in a while declaring the end of the world, so the populace ignored him. His prediction quickly forgotten, the world moved on. Rattallan himself also moved on, declaring in two months that he had definite proof that [[Aelfants]] were going to take over the world in 10 [[EC]]. His earlier prediction forgotten, the world again moved on.
-==How they re-emerged into public consciousness==
+==Re-emerging into Public Consciousness==
-The prophecy of the foolish scholar lay forgotten until –101 [[EC]]. A poor graduate student at [[Bute University]] was being forced to catalog all the manuscripts his professor had collected in his travels, and came across the Prediction of [[Rattallan]], combined with the work that he had done to prove it. The poor student burst out laughing at the proof. [[Rattallan]]’s work consisted of picking out a word at random from every poem of [[Arariax]] he could find, and several from Artiax, the much less gifted poet who is often confused with Arariax much to his joy. He had assembled these into a complete mishmash of words, out of which he had somehow divined his prophecy.
+The prophecy of the foolish scholar lay forgotten until -101 [[EC]]. A poor graduate student at [[Bute University]], forced to catalog the manuscripts his professor had collected in his travels, came across the Prediction of [[Rattallan]], combined with the work done to prove it. The poor student burst out laughing at the so-called proof, which consisted of picking out a word at random from every poem of [[Arariax]], and several from Artiax, the much less gifted poet often confused with Arariax (much to his joy). [[Rattallan]] had assembled these into a complete mishmash of words out of which he had somehow divined his prophecy.
-Given that there were several copies of the works (including one that appeared to have been used as insulation) the student procured a copy for himself, wanting to share it with his friends. He took it to the University Pub with him that, and showed his friends, who proceeded to share a good laugh at the expense of the long dead scholar. They left the copy there as payment for their drinks when they sneaked out, realizing they had no money to pay. It changed hands several times that night, eventually ending up in the pouch of a noble of [[Iganefta]], who was riding through. He read it once he got home, wondering how it had gotten there, and immediately panicked. Since the methods of [[Rattallan]] were as inscrutable of those of any other scholar, he proceeded to give it the respect that he gave to all works of scholars, as the immutable truth.  (This particular noble's name has been forgotten, at his family's request, but it doesn’t appear he was too bright, does it?)
+Given that there were several copies (including one that appeared to have been used as insulation) the student procured a copy, took it to the University Pub, and proceeded to share a good laugh with his friends at the expense of the long dead scholar. They left the copy as payment for their drinks after realizing they had no money. The documents changed hands several times that night, eventually ending up in the pouch of an [[Iganefta]]n noble who was riding through. Wondering how it had gotten there, he read it once he got home and immediately panicked. Since the methods of [[Rattallan]] were as inscrutable of those of any other scholar, he gave it due respect as the immutable truth.
-Panicking, he ran to the Lord, proclaiming his find. Now the lord was rather grumpy at being woken up (it was the middle of the night) and refused to listen. The noble, not fazed one bit, immediately ran to the street corner, where in the general populace of Ghyll he found a more receptive audience. Word spread quickly, and if not many believed, almost all at least heard. Now Ghyllians had been through this kind of thing before, and many of them were not about to worry until they had some proof. Unfortunately, they got it.
+Panicking, he ran to the Lord proclaiming his find. The Lord, rather grumpy at being woken up in the middle of the night, refused to listen. The noble, unfazed one bit, immediately ran to the street corner, where in the general populace of Ghyll he found a more receptive audience. Word spread quickly, and if not many believed, almost all at least heard. Certainly, Ghyllians had been through this kind of thing before, and many of them were not about to worry until they had some proof. Unfortunately, they got it.
-==The Events themselves==
+==The Events Themselves==
-Three days before the [[Day of Champions]] of –101 EC, Ghyll suddenly went silent. Nobody, it seemed, could hear anything. The only places unaffected were those that rarely, if ever saw visitors and thus were isolated from Ghyll at large. Of course, these places could not inform Ghyll generally of their auditory status. A few Ghyllians were immune to the effect, but due to the fact that the ones affected couldn’t hear them, it really didn’t matter.
+Three days before the 12th of Jole, -101 [[EC]], Ghyll suddenly went silent. Nobody, it seemed, could hear anything. The only places unaffected were those that rarely, if ever, saw visitors and were thus isolated from the rest of Ghyll at large. Of course, these places could not inform others of their auditory status. A few Ghyllians were immune to the effect, but due to the fact that the ones affected couldn’t hear them, it really didn’t matter.
-Riots proceeded, mayhem happened, and religious orders found themselves full of applicants. This generally destructive state of affairs continued until about three hours before the first celebration of the Day of Champions had been scheduled to begin, just as Perky began to set. Suddenly, all of Ghyll could hear again.  (Well, not all. Those that couldn’t hear before still couldn’t hear, but they never really had understood what all the fuss was about anyway. A few others never regained their hearing, but that’s life.) The populace unanimously shrugged, and went off to enjoy the celebrations. It was perhaps the best-attended [[Day of Champions]] on record, with plenty of money for all involved with the fesitivities.
+Riots proceeded, mayhem happened, and religious orders found themselves full of applicants. This generally destructive state of affairs continued until about three hours before the midnight on the 12th, just as [[Perky]] began to set. Suddenly, all of Ghyll could hear again. (Well, not all. Those that couldn’t hear before still couldn’t hear, but they never really had understood what all the fuss was about anyway. A few others never regained their hearing, but that’s life.) The populace unanimously shrugged, and went off to enjoy their day.
 ==What Really Happened==
-Everything related in the article above is true. However, there are a couple facts missing. First of all, how did word of the imminent destruction of Ghyll permeate the world so quickly and thoroughly? The answer is... Bindlet ball teams. It has been shown that the [[Bindlet Ball]] teams, who wished to create a populace more attached to [[Bindlet Ball]], carefully orchestrated all of the happenings. By using their fame and the travel needed for their task, they quickly caused all of Ghyll to at least hear about the predictions.
+Everything related above is true. However, there are a couple of facts missing. First of all, how did word of the imminent destruction of Ghyll permeate the world so quickly and thoroughly? [[Bindlet Ball]] teams. It has been shown that unofficial [[Bindlet Ball]] teams (as this was many years before the formation of the League), wishing to create a populace more attached to the sport, carefully orchestrated all of the happenings. Regularly travelling long distances to reach remote fields, it gave them the perfect opportunity to cause all of Ghyll to, at least, hear the predictions. But why did everyone lose their hearing? The answer to this question is hotly debated and no definitive conclusion has been reached. The only thing everyone seems sure of is that it is the [[Bindlet Ball]] teams' fault.
-Second, why did everyone lose their hearing? The answer to this question is hotly debated, and no definitive conclusion has been reached. The only thing everyone seems sure of is that it is the Bindlet Ball teams' fault.
+Regardless, the outcome was a complete and utter success. [[Bindlet Ball]] became even more popular then it was and no one was willing to do anything to the teams needed to play the games. Several smaller stunts have since been pulled by various other organizations, and events of this type are the subject of one of my favorite lectures: "Why Graduate Students Shouldn’t Steal From Their Professors". An excellent moral, don’t you agree?
-==Result==
+'''Citations''': [[Arariax]], [[Perky]], [[Rattallan]].
-A complete and total success. Bindlet Ball became even more popular then it was, so no one was willing to do anything to the teams, who were needed to play the games. Several other smaller stunts modeled after the events have been pulled by various organizations, and this whole series of events is the subject of one of my favorite lectures: "Why Graduate Students Shouldn’t Steal From Their Professors". An excellent moral, don’t you agree?
+--[[User:Kalen Firth|Kalen Firth]] 18:29, 17 Jun 2005 (EDT)
-Citations: [[Rattallan]], [[Arariax]], [[Perky]]
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-The Events of Solitude are perhaps the greatest Media Stunt in the History of Ghyll, certainly in recent history. They have thousand of devout believers, proclaiming that Ghyll ended on the day prophesized, and everything after them is in fact just a mass hallucination. Personally, this scholar believes that everything before them was just an illusion, so he doesn’t really see the diffrence.
+The Events of Solitude are perhaps the greatest Media Stunt in the History of Ghyll, certainly in recent history. They have thousands of devout believers, proclaiming that Ghyll ended on the day prophesied, and everything after them is in fact just a mass hallucination. Personally, this scholar believes that everything before them was just an illusion, so he doesn’t really see the difference.
 ==Origin==
-The tale of the Events of Solitude begins, as with many stories, with the Poems of [[Arariax]]. Or if you rather, they begin with the thoughts of an idiot, another way a lot of stories about Ghyll begin. Either way, the tale is the same, starting around –171 EC. A scholar by the name [[Rattallan]], a man known far and wide for his complete and total lack of sense, declared that he had combined all of the works of the great poet into one great manuscript, which foretold the end of the World on the [[Day of Champions]] of –100 EC. Everything would go silent for three days, after which, the world would stop, the [[Orthogonalities]] would separate, the dead gods would wake up, and generally be annoyed at the Ghyllians who had been living on them, and just some general mayhem would occur. Now crackpots come out every once in a while, declaring the end of the world, so the Populace of Ghyll at large ignored him. His prediction was quickly forgotten, and the world moved on. Rattallan himself also moved on, declaring in two months that he had definite proof that [[Aelfants]] were going to take over the world in +10 EC. His earlier prediction was forgotten, and the World moved on.
+The tale of the Events of Solitude begins, as with many stories, with the Poems of [[Arariax]]. Or if you rather, they begin with the thoughts of an idiot, another way a lot of stories about Ghyll begin. Either way, the tale is the same, starting around –171 [[EC]]. A scholar by the name of [[Rattallan]], a man known far and wide for his complete and total lack of sense, declared that he had combined all of the works of the great poet into one great manuscript, which foretold the end of the World on the [[Day of Champions]] of –100 [[EC]]. Everything would go silent for three days, after which, the world would stop, the [[Orthogonalities]] would separate, the dead gods would wake up and generally be annoyed at the Ghyllians who had been living on them, and just some general mayhem would occur. Now crackpots come out every once in a while, declaring the end of the world, so the Populace of Ghyll at large ignored him. His prediction was quickly forgotten, and the world moved on. Rattallan himself also moved on, declaring in two months that he had definite proof that [[Aelfants]] were going to take over the world in +10 [[EC]]. His earlier prediction was forgotten, and the World moved on.
-==How they re-emerged into public conscience==
+==How they re-emerged into public consciousness==
-The prophecy of the foolish scholar lay forgotten until –101 EC. A poor graduate student at [[Bute University]] was being forced to catalog all the manuscripts his professor had collected in his travels, and came across the Prediction of the [[Rattallan]], combined with the work that he had done to prove it. The poor student burst out laughing at the proof. [[Rattallan]]’s work consisted of picking out a word at random from every poem of [[Arariax]] he could find, and several from Artiax, the much less gifted poet who is often confused with Arariax much to his joy. He had assembled these into a complete mish mash of words, out of which he had somehow divined his prophecy. Given that there were several copies of the works (Including one that appeared to have been used as insulation) the student procured a copy for himself, wanting to share it with his friends. He took it to the University Pub with him that, and showed his friends, who proceeded to share a good laugh at the expense of the long dead scholar. They left the copy there as payment for their drinks when they sneaked out, realizing they had no money to pay. It changed hands several times that night, eventually ending up in the pouch of noble of [[Iganefta]], who was riding through. He read it once he got home, wondering how it had gotten there, and immediately panicked. Given that the methods of [[Rattallan]] were as inscrutable of those of any other Scholar, he proceeded to give it the respect that he gave to all works of scholars, as the immutable truth (This Particular Nobles name has been forgotten, at his families request, but it doesn’t appear he was to bright, does it?) Panicking, he ran to the Lord, proclaiming his find. Now the lord was rather grumpy at being woken up (It was the middle of the night) and refused to listen. The Noble, not phased one bit, immediately ran to the street corner, where in the general populous of Ghyll, he found a more receptive audience. Word spread quickly, and if not many believed, almost all at least heard. Now Ghyllians had been through this kind of thing before, and many of them were not about to worry until they had some proof. Unfortunately, they got it.
+The prophecy of the foolish scholar lay forgotten until –101 [[EC]]. A poor graduate student at [[Bute University]] was being forced to catalog all the manuscripts his professor had collected in his travels, and came across the Prediction of [[Rattallan]], combined with the work that he had done to prove it. The poor student burst out laughing at the proof. [[Rattallan]]’s work consisted of picking out a word at random from every poem of [[Arariax]] he could find, and several from Artiax, the much less gifted poet who is often confused with Arariax much to his joy. He had assembled these into a complete mishmash of words, out of which he had somehow divined his prophecy.
 ==The Events themselves==
-Three days before the [[Day of Champions]] of –101 EC, Ghyll suddenly went silent. Nobody it seemed could hear anything. The only places unaffected were those that rarely, if ever saw visitors, and thus were isolated from Ghyll at large. Of course, these places could not inform Ghyll generally of their auditory status. A few Ghyllians were immune to the effect, but due to the fact that the ones effected couldn’t hear them, it really didn’t matter. Riots Proceeded, mayhem happened, and religious orders found themselves full of applicants. This generally destructive state of affairs continued until about 3 hours before the first celebration of Day of Champions had been scheduled to begin, just as Perky began to set. Suddenly, all of Ghyll could hear again (Well not all. Those that couldn’t hear before still couldn’t hear, but they never really had understood what all the fuss was about anyways. A few others never regained their hearing, but that’s life.) The Populous unanimously shrugged, and went off to enjoy the celebrations. It was perhaps the most attended [[Day of Champions]] on record, with plenty of money for all involved with the fesitivities.
+Three days before the [[Day of Champions]] of –101 EC, Ghyll suddenly went silent. Nobody, it seemed, could hear anything. The only places unaffected were those that rarely, if ever saw visitors and thus were isolated from Ghyll at large. Of course, these places could not inform Ghyll generally of their auditory status. A few Ghyllians were immune to the effect, but due to the fact that the ones affected couldn’t hear them, it really didn’t matter.
 ==What Really Happened==
-Everything related in the article above is true. However, there are a couple facts missing. First of all, how did word of the eminent destruction of Ghyll permeate the world so quickly and thoroughly? The answer is… Bindlet balls teams. It has been showed that the [[Bindlet Ball]] teams, who wished to create a populous more attached to [[Bindlet Ball]], carefully orchestrated all of the happenings then they currently were. By using their fame, and the travel needed for their tasks, they quickly caused all of Ghyll to at least hear about the predictions.
+Everything related in the article above is true. However, there are a couple facts missing. First of all, how did word of the imminent destruction of Ghyll permeate the world so quickly and thoroughly? The answer is... Bindlet ball teams. It has been shown that the [[Bindlet Ball]] teams, who wished to create a populace more attached to [[Bindlet Ball]], carefully orchestrated all of the happenings. By using their fame and the travel needed for their task, they quickly caused all of Ghyll to at least hear about the predictions.
-Second, why did everyone lose their hearing? The answer to this question is hotly debated, and no conclusive conclusion has been reached. The only thing everyone seems to sure of is that it is the Bindlet Ball team fault.
+Second, why did everyone lose their hearing? The answer to this question is hotly debated, and no definitive conclusion has been reached. The only thing everyone seems sure of is that it is the Bindlet Ball teams' fault.
 ==Result==
-Complete and total success. Bindlet Ball became even more popular then it was, and thusly, no one was willing to do anything to the teams, who were needed to play the games. Several other smaller stunts, modeled after the events have been pulled by various organizations, and this whole series of events is the subject of one of my favorite Lectures.
+A complete and total success. Bindlet Ball became even more popular then it was, so no one was willing to do anything to the teams, who were needed to play the games. Several other smaller stunts modeled after the events have been pulled by various organizations, and this whole series of events is the subject of one of my favorite lectures: "Why Graduate Students Shouldn’t Steal From Their Professors". An excellent moral, don’t you agree?
 Citations: [[Rattallan]], [[Arariax]], [[Perky]]

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 ==Origin==
-The tale of the Events of Solitude begins, as with many stories, with the Poems of [[Arariax]]. Or if you rather, they begin with the thoughts of an idiot, another way a lot of stories about Ghyll begin. Either way, the tale is the same, starting around –171 EC. A scholar by the name [[Rattallan]], a man known far and wide for his complete and total lack of sense, declared that he had combined all of the works of the great poet into one great manuscript, which foretold the end of the World on the [[Day of Champions]] of –100 EC. Everything would go silent for three days, after which, the world would stop, the Orthongalities would separate, the dead gods would wake up, and generally be annoyed at the Ghyllians who had been living on them, and just some general mayhem would occur. Now crackpots come out every once and a while, declaring the end of the world, so the Populous of Ghyll at large, ignored him. His prediction was quickly forgotten, and the world moved on. Rattallan himself also moved on, declaring in two months that he had definite proof that [[Aelfants]] were going to take over the world in +10 EC. His earlier prediction was forgotten, and the World moved on.
+The tale of the Events of Solitude begins, as with many stories, with the Poems of [[Arariax]]. Or if you rather, they begin with the thoughts of an idiot, another way a lot of stories about Ghyll begin. Either way, the tale is the same, starting around –171 EC. A scholar by the name [[Rattallan]], a man known far and wide for his complete and total lack of sense, declared that he had combined all of the works of the great poet into one great manuscript, which foretold the end of the World on the [[Day of Champions]] of –100 EC. Everything would go silent for three days, after which, the world would stop, the [[Orthogonalities]] would separate, the dead gods would wake up, and generally be annoyed at the Ghyllians who had been living on them, and just some general mayhem would occur. Now crackpots come out every once in a while, declaring the end of the world, so the Populace of Ghyll at large ignored him. His prediction was quickly forgotten, and the world moved on. Rattallan himself also moved on, declaring in two months that he had definite proof that [[Aelfants]] were going to take over the world in +10 EC. His earlier prediction was forgotten, and the World moved on.
 ==How they re-emerged into public conscience==

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−	~~Dibs~~	+	The Events of Solitude are perhaps the greatest Media Stunt in the History of Ghyll, certainly in recent history. They have thousand of devout believers, proclaiming that Ghyll ended on the day prophesized, and everything after them is in fact just a mass hallucination. Personally, this scholar believes that everything before them was just an illusion, so he doesn’t really see the diffrence.
−	--[[~~User:Kalen Firth\|Kalen Firth~~]] ~~13:39~~, ~~11 Jun 2005~~ (~~EDT~~)	+
		+	==Origin==
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		+	The tale of the Events of Solitude begins, as with many stories, with the Poems of [[Arariax]]. Or if you rather, they begin with the thoughts of an idiot, another way a lot of stories about Ghyll begin. Either way, the tale is the same, starting around –171 EC. A scholar by the name [[Rattallan]], a man known far and wide for his complete and total lack of sense, declared that he had combined all of the works of the great poet into one great manuscript, which foretold the end of the World on the [[Day of Champions]] of –100 EC. Everything would go silent for three days, after which, the world would stop, the Orthongalities would separate, the dead gods would wake up, and generally be annoyed at the Ghyllians who had been living on them, and just some general mayhem would occur. Now crackpots come out every once and a while, declaring the end of the world, so the Populous of Ghyll at large, ignored him. His prediction was quickly forgotten, and the world moved on. Rattallan himself also moved on, declaring in two months that he had definite proof that [[Aelfants]] were going to take over the world in +10 EC. His earlier prediction was forgotten, and the World moved on.
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		+	==How they re-emerged into public conscience==
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		+	The prophecy of the foolish scholar lay forgotten until –101 EC. A poor graduate student at [[Bute University]] was being forced to catalog all the manuscripts his professor had collected in his travels, and came across the Prediction of the [[Rattallan]], combined with the work that he had done to prove it. The poor student burst out laughing at the proof. [[Rattallan]]’s work consisted of picking out a word at random from every poem of [[Arariax]] he could find, and several from Artiax, the much less gifted poet who is often confused with Arariax much to his joy. He had assembled these into a complete mish mash of words, out of which he had somehow divined his prophecy. Given that there were several copies of the works (Including one that appeared to have been used as insulation) the student procured a copy for himself, wanting to share it with his friends. He took it to the University Pub with him that, and showed his friends, who proceeded to share a good laugh at the expense of the long dead scholar. They left the copy there as payment for their drinks when they sneaked out, realizing they had no money to pay. It changed hands several times that night, eventually ending up in the pouch of noble of [[Iganefta]], who was riding through. He read it once he got home, wondering how it had gotten there, and immediately panicked. Given that the methods of [[Rattallan]] were as inscrutable of those of any other Scholar, he proceeded to give it the respect that he gave to all works of scholars, as the immutable truth (This Particular Nobles name has been forgotten, at his families request, but it doesn’t appear he was to bright, does it?) Panicking, he ran to the Lord, proclaiming his find. Now the lord was rather grumpy at being woken up (It was the middle of the night) and refused to listen. The Noble, not phased one bit, immediately ran to the street corner, where in the general populous of Ghyll, he found a more receptive audience. Word spread quickly, and if not many believed, almost all at least heard. Now Ghyllians had been through this kind of thing before, and many of them were not about to worry until they had some proof. Unfortunately, they got it.
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		+	==The Events themselves==
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		+	Three days before the [[Day of Champions]] of –101 EC, Ghyll suddenly went silent. Nobody it seemed could hear anything. The only places unaffected were those that rarely, if ever saw visitors, and thus were isolated from Ghyll at large. Of course, these places could not inform Ghyll generally of their auditory status. A few Ghyllians were immune to the effect, but due to the fact that the ones effected couldn’t hear them, it really didn’t matter. Riots Proceeded, mayhem happened, and religious orders found themselves full of applicants. This generally destructive state of affairs continued until about 3 hours before the first celebration of Day of Champions had been scheduled to begin, just as Perky began to set. Suddenly, all of Ghyll could hear again (Well not all. Those that couldn’t hear before still couldn’t hear, but they never really had understood what all the fuss was about anyways. A few others never regained their hearing, but that’s life.) The Populous unanimously shrugged, and went off to enjoy the celebrations. It was perhaps the most attended [[Day of Champions]] on record, with plenty of money for all involved with the fesitivities.
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		+	==What Really Happened==
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		+	Everything related in the article above is true. However, there are a couple facts missing. First of all, how did word of the eminent destruction of Ghyll permeate the world so quickly and thoroughly? The answer is… Bindlet balls teams. It has been showed that the [[Bindlet Ball]] teams, who wished to create a populous more attached to [[Bindlet Ball]], carefully orchestrated all of the happenings then they currently were. By using their fame, and the travel needed for their tasks, they quickly caused all of Ghyll to at least hear about the predictions.
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		+	Second, why did everyone lose their hearing? The answer to this question is hotly debated, and no conclusive conclusion has been reached. The only thing everyone seems to sure of is that it is the Bindlet Ball team fault.
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		+	==Result==
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		+	Complete and total success. Bindlet Ball became even more popular then it was, and thusly, no one was willing to do anything to the teams, who were needed to play the games. Several other smaller stunts, modeled after the events have been pulled by various organizations, and this whole series of events is the subject of one of my favorite Lectures.
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		+	Why Graduate Students shouldn’t steal from their Professors. An excellent moral to be had, don’t you agree?
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		+	Citations: [[Rattallan]], [[Arariax]], [[Perky]]