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Mists swirl through the dank corridors of Castle Tarentum as the proconsul glides to the heavy podium, accompanied by a threatening pair of espionage droids.

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Dark brethren, it is my privilege to deliver this, my first address as proconsul of Clan Tarentum. Do not waver, because this will be brief and to the point.

First, understand that I am here to assist any and all clan members in the furtherance of our cause. I stand at the strong right hand of our dreaded consul, Krath Archpriest Ciara Tearnan. Do not entertain any inklings of disobedience under her Forceful reign, or you will answer to me -- after she's done with you.

Also please allow me to introduce myself to members of the Krath and Obelisk orders, whose operations have been somewhat separate from the familiar activities of my Sith brethren. I'll be showing up in houses Gladius and Cestus when you least expect it, so be prepared. Also, do not hesitate to ask for my assistance in any clan matters, especially in the absence or our consul.

I take the liberty of issuing a few standing orders for the ongoing welfare of Tarentum:

-- Make yourselves familiar with our clan Web site, at:

http://www21.brinkster.com/clantarentum/

-- Memorize the details and deadlines of the Chronicles of the Mist competition site:

http://www21.brinkster.com/clantarentum/ChroniclesoftheMist.html

-- Be ever alert to defend and protect our capital ship, the mighty VSD Corsair, Terror of Darkness.

-- Use the clan message board:

http://pub31.ezboard.com/btarentummessageboard

-- Hang out in a sinister and foreboding fashion at our IRC channel, #tarentum

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A thunderclap resounds throughout the castle and the proconsul disappears from the briefing chamber, followed by his mysterious metallic assistants.

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May the creeping mists of our castle envelop you,

SBM Proton (Sith)/PCON/Clan Tarentum