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Faeryl Nulliira Auvryrahel

2006-04-25T18:37:55Z

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'o massa faeryl whipz me n i lurve it lol'

Revania Rin`arie

2006-04-25T18:19:04Z

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'''Revania Rin`Arie''', the nymphlike daughter of [[Heath]]'s untamed southern wild. Her timid nature and childish tendencies are as skittishly fragile as any wide-eyed pale doe. She is a tiny thing most often skirting open places for the sensitive comfort of quiet corners, a black-and-white vision of downcast eyes and the wispy flow of silk.

The Elf's little form is ethereal and dreamlike, the flawless manifestation of her name. From a foundling, she was the innocent allure of a seraph; endeared to the tyrant who claimed her for the simple mesmeric lilt of her nature. He found it to be decadent capture of Elvish prize; one of the breeder-women had borne her only to leave her toddling and crying in his sanctum. Such was the degenerate custom of the lowborn, the sacrificial offerings of infant-flesh. But she is one who grew to budding femininity and inquisitive, virtuous purity wrapped in the tutelage and airy, dulcet glitter of powerful civilization.

Addicting, then, to have this one's vulnerable teacup chin pressed to a royal knee, the nearness of her countenance's naive adoration. Hedonistically he trained frail young hands in the art of archery, the deadly beauty of fairy-arrows. It was compellingly obsessive, too, to teach her the work of lutes and harps, to create a timid symphony of delicious sound from her divine aural melodies. Her very body, fragile essence, and preciously gentle spirit are now the dainty commodity of her province's highest Warlord, her hypnotic talents his wizard-magic to wield.

Her lot is one of slavery, of possessive silver chains, obedient decorum, and powerful bonds. Her south-country Elf-kind are those bred to be property in subjugation.

And her [[Myrken Wood]] errand is one most peculiar, and decidedly morbid.

Reverie is small as a child, a creature the epitome of delicate, porcelain china-quality. A dreaming innocent of ether-potent mind beneath flouncing doll-curls of obsidian. Her dainty face mingles a cherubic roundness with the Elfin lines of elegance, so often demure and blushing; a dimpling rosebud mouth; long and sleek earpoints to further accentuate her heritage; birdlike bones supple in a petite build. Yet for all the artistic crafting of features, individually pert and exquisite, the sum of delicate parts creates a portrait face that is, at most, classically plain. Leave her willow-slender as one of the fae-blood, graceful in the Romanesque tunics she prefers, modest even in their slight length and gossamer appearance.

The quiver of arrows beneath her velvet cape is alternately a bouquet of sharpened bolts and stunningly-bright wildflowers. For she will forever be that mix of springtime child-woman and wild captured female. Those who know her will become witness to tempestuous conversation either as fleeting and darting as a tiny stormcloud, or dulcet and maidenly as any creature of the ether. And perhaps they will come to know the drifting, pure spellwork of her silvery lullabies.

She is like a tiny rabbit often huddled beyond searching glances, white fingers clutching to hemlines, tender smiles the companions of fearful pale-crystal eyes. Since she has taken residence in the upper rooms of the [[Broken Dagger (Inn)|Broken Dagger]], she is most often seen as the flitting specter-haunt of the corridor, a black-ringleted doll-statuette perched at the foot of the stairs, waiting.

==In Amasynia==

- Her arrival in the company of one roguish [[Kaelum]] was enchantingly innocent at first glance. However, as with all things in time, the truth of the travelling elfling and her comrade is now being questioned, and answers remained locked on a timid tongue.

- One so small is still one of bloodied hands. A most brutal and gruesome act of frightened passion was witnessed by demoness [[Lokelei]], who for her threatening taunts and chaotic merriment received an elf-arrow lodged in her throat. This, however, created more problems than it solved. There's talk, now, of souls, and half-souls bonded together, of nightmares and shared pain.

- [[Audmathus]] extracted young Reverie from the upstairs chamber she shares with adopted foster-sister [[Alli]], to bring the surface-elf before his mistress, [[Faeryl]]. Left in the violent wake of the kidnapping were only childish storybooks strewn about and overturned furniture, elf-blood on pillowcases, and an arrow-point lodged into chamber-wall.

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Alligail

2006-04-25T18:18:55Z

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If a bit young and impressionable, this flighty and talkative barmaid has only just begun her adventures into the worlds of mixing drinks and balancing trays. When she does not have her nose buried into an old volume, she can often be found organizing the back of the bar to suit her own functionality, much to the disdain of the other employees of the [[Broken Dagger|Dagger]]! Clumsy at heart, it isn't rare that she finds herself confusing beverage types or spilling a few too many crackers in the stew, though her kind disposition is often enough to assuage a customer's disappointment. Though sometimes she believes she knows absolutely everything -- for who doesn't when one is as well read as she? -- Alli is prone to the same misgivings and mistakes as any other teenaged girl, much to the occasional chagrin of her employers!

At the age of thirteen, she often finds herself confused between childhood and adulthood, wanting little longer to be considered a mere girl, while at the same time not necessarily understanding what it means to be a woman, either.

In truth, Alligail's purpose in [[Myrken Wood]] came of her younger brother's demise. In wanting only to arrive long enough to gather his remains -- for [[Myrken Wood|Myrken]] had been [[Phlynn]]'s home -- she began to unravel mysteries of her own peculiar childhood in the process. Struggling to understand her own secrets, she discovered friends that she did not realize she would ever have, and while the task of retrieving her brother's bones still weighs on her conscience, she has found that his posthumous need is far less demanding than those of her living friends, and her own.

== Of Concealment and Compatriots ==

An upstairs chamber provides the haven of her sanctity, a room in the [[Broken Dagger]] whose endearing mess is no more than the result of a young girl with far too many books, far too many gowns, and way too much time. Few know the truth of these walls, for though they are identical to those of any other rented room, their purpose is distinctly different. The countless bolts and locks on the inside of her door -- things fastened each night in haste -- speak of an unspoken fear, and few hear the rattle of rusted shackle-chains when she seeks her rest.

Secrets, indeed, these things.

Alligail, however wise she may think herself to be, is still barely anything but a fanciful girl left of her own accord in the constant terrors of [[Myrken Wood]]. In several others, she has found her almost family-like solemnity; in [[Molly O`Neill]] and [[Mikhail]], employers and givers of advice, admirable towers or friendship whose presence she relishes in an almost parental manner; in [[Hafwyn]], a dearest friend and soft seamstress of calming and gentle words, a wisp of truth when conscience leads her wrong; and most recently, in [[Reverie]], a sisterly bond whose strength is persistant in its mirrored need and verisimilitude, the likeness of two identical dolls that find their stitches far more unbreakable when bound in tandem.

There are, certainly, others who have appealed to the young barmaid's mind in their own different ways. In [[Bryce]], she once found a dramatic, childish crush, often endangered by her own youthful flights of confusion. Moreso black and passionate, however, has been her recent hatred for [[Lokelei]], a presence that has brought much threat to vows made and storybook nobility, for as much as Alligail would force herself to believe, there are some points of her past that she simply cannot deny, and this anger feels nothing but right.

Trying to force herself to forget her rather unpleasant origin and saturate herself in humanity, Alligail now remains in [[Myrken Wood|Myrken]] not to satisfy a want for a final goodbye to her younger brother, but instead to hope she might eventually discover a reason to stay.

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Alligail

2006-04-25T18:18:21Z

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If a bit young and impressionable, this flighty and talkative barmaid has only just begun her adventures into the worlds of mixing drinks and balancing trays. When she does not have her nose buried into an old volume, she can often be found organizing the back of the bar to suit her own functionality, much to the disdain of the other employees of the [[Broken Dagger|Dagger]]! Clumsy at heart, it isn't rare that she finds herself confusing beverage types or spilling a few too many crackers in the stew, though her kind disposition is often enough to assuage a customer's disappointment. Though sometimes she believes she knows absolutely everything -- for who doesn't when one is as well read as she? -- Alli is prone to the same misgivings and mistakes as any other teenaged girl, much to the occasional chagrin of her employers!

At the age of thirteen, she often finds herself confused between childhood and adulthood, wanting little longer to be considered a mere girl, while at the same time not necessarily understanding what it means to be a woman, either.

In truth, Alligail's purpose in [[Myrken Wood]] came of her younger brother's demise. In wanting only to arrive long enough to gather his remains -- for [[Myrken Wood|Myrken]] had been [[Phlynn]]'s home -- she began to unravel mysteries of her own peculiar childhood in the process. Struggling to understand her own secrets, she discovered friends that she did not realize she would ever have, and while the task of retrieving her brother's bones still weighs on her conscience, she has found that his posthumous need is far less demanding than those of her living friends, and her own.

== Of Concealment and Compatriots ==

An upstairs chamber provides the haven of her sanctity, a room in the [[Broken Dagger]] whose endearing mess is no more than the result of a young girl with far too many books, far too many gowns, and way too much time. Few know the truth of these walls, for though they are identical to those of any other rented room, their purpose is distinctly different. The countless bolts and locks on the inside of her door -- things fastened each night in haste -- speak of an unspoken fear, and few hear the rattle of rusted shackle-chains when she seeks her rest.

Secrets, indeed, these things.

Alligail, however wise she may think herself to be, is still barely anything but a fanciful girl left of her own accord in the constant terrors of [[Myrken Wood]]. In several others, she has found her almost family-like solemnity; in [[Molly O`Neill]] and [[Mikhail]], employers and givers of advice, admirable towers or friendship whose presence she relishes in an almost parental manner; in [[Hafwyn]], a dearest friend and soft seamstress of calming and gentle words, a wisp of truth when conscience leads her wrong; and most recently, in [[Reverie]], a sisterly bond whose strength is persistant in its mirrored need and verisimilitude, the likeness of two identical dolls that find their stitches far more unbreakable when bound in tandem.

There are, certainly, others who have appealed to the young barmaid's mind in their own different ways. In [[Bryce]], she once found a dramatic, childish crush, often endangered by her own youthful flights of confusion. Moreso black and passionate, however, has been her recent hatred for [[Lokelei]], a presence that has brought much threat to vows made and storybook nobility, for as much as Alligail would force herself to believe, there are some points of her past that she simply cannot deny, and this anger feels nothing but right.

Trying to force herself to forget her rather unpleasant origin and saturate herself in humanity, Alligail now remains in [[Myrken Wood|Myrken]] not to satisfy a want for a final goodbye to her younger brother, but instead to hope she might eventually discover a reason to stay.

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Alligail

2006-04-25T03:19:22Z

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Alligail

2006-04-24T07:14:34Z

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If a bit young and impressionable, this flighty and talkative barmaid has only just begun her adventures into the worlds of mixing drinks and balancing trays. When she does not have her nose buried into an old volume, she can often be found organizing the back of the bar to suit her own functionality, much to the disdain of the other employees of the [[Broken Dagger|Dagger]]! Clumsy at heart, it isn't rare that she finds herself confusing beverage types or spilling a few too many crackers in the stew, though her kind disposition is often enough to assuage a customer's disappointment. Though sometimes she believes she knows absolutely everything -- for who doesn't when one is as well read as she? -- Alli is prone to the same misgivings and mistakes as any other teenaged girl, much to the occasional chagrin of her employers!

At the age of thirteen, she often finds herself confused between childhood and adulthood, wanting little longer to be considered a mere girl, while at the same time not necessarily understanding what it means to be a woman, either.

In truth, Alligail's purpose in [[Myrken Wood]] came of her younger brother's demise. In wanting only to arrive long enough to gather his remains -- for [[Myrken Wood|Myrken]] had been [[Phlynn]]'s home -- she began to unravel mysteries of her own peculiar childhood in the process. Struggling to understand her own secrets, she discovered friends that she did not realize she would ever have, and while the task of retrieving her brother's bones still weighs on her conscience, she has found that his posthumous need is far less demanding than those of her living friends, and her own.

== Of Concealment and Compatriots ==

An upstairs chamber provides the haven of her sanctity, a room in the [[Broken Dagger]] whose endearing mess is no more than the result of a young girl with far too many books, far too many gowns, and way too much time. Few know the truth of these walls, for though they are identical to those of any other rented room, their purpose is distinctly different. The countless bolts and locks on the inside of her door -- things fastened each night in haste -- speak of an unspoken fear, and few hear the rattle of rusted shackle-chains when she seeks her rest.

Secrets, indeed, these things.

Alligail, however wise she may think herself to be, is still barely anything but a fanciful girl left of her own accord in the constant terrors of [[Myrken Wood]]. In several others, she has found her almost family-like solemnity; in [[Molly O`Neill]] and [[Mikhail]], employers and givers of advice, admirable towers or friendship whose presence she relishes in an almost parental manner; in [[Hafwyn]], a dearest friend and soft seamstress of calming and gentle words, a wisp of truth when conscience leads her wrong; and most recently, in [[Reverie]], a sisterly bond whose strength is persistant in its mirrored need and verisimilitude, the likeness of two identical dolls that find their stitches far more unbreakable when bound in tandem.

There are, certainly, others who have appealed to the young barmaid's mind in their own different ways. In [[Bryce]], she once found a dramatic, childish crush, often endangered by her own youthful flights of confusion. Moreso black and passionate, however, has been her recent hatred for [[Lokelei]], a presence that has brought much threat to vows made and storybook nobility, for as much as Alligail would force herself to believe, there are some points of her past that she simply cannot deny, and this anger feels nothing but right.

Trying to force herself to forget her rather unpleasant origin and saturate herself in humanity, Alligail now remains in [[Myrken Wood|Myrken]] not to satisfy a want for a final goodbye to her younger brother, but instead to hope she might eventually discover a reason to stay.

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Alligail

2006-04-22T16:34:15Z

70.17.251.202:

If a bit young and impressionable, this flighty and talkative barmaid has only just begun her adventures into the worlds of mixing drinks and balancing trays. When she does not have her nose buried into an old volume, she can often be found organizing the back of the bar to suit her own functionality, much to the disdain of the other employees of the [[Broken Dagger|Dagger]]! Clumsy at heart, it isn't rare that she finds herself confusing beverage types or spilling a few too many crackers in the stew, though her kind disposition is often enough to assuage a customer's disappointment. Though sometimes she believes she knows absolutely everything -- for who doesn't when one is as well read as she? -- Alli is prone to the same misgivings and mistakes as any other teenaged girl, much to the occasional chagrin of her employers!

At the age of thirteen, she often finds herself confused between childhood and adulthood, wanting little longer to be considered a mere girl, while at the same time not necessarily understanding what it means to be a woman, either.

In truth, Alligail's purpose in [[Myrken Wood]] came of her younger brother's demise. In wanting only to arrive long enough to gather his remains -- for [[Myrken Wood|Myrken]] had been [[Phlynn]]'s home -- she began to unravel mysteries of her own peculiar childhood in the process. Struggling to understand her own secrets, she discovered friends that she did not realize she would ever have, and while the task of retrieving her brother's bones still weighs on her conscience, she has found that his posthumous need is far less demanding than those of her living friends, and her own.

== Of Concealment and Compatriots ==

An upstairs chamber provides the haven of her sanctity, a room in the [[Broken Dagger]] whose endearing mess is no more than the result of a young girl with far too many books, far too many gowns, and way too much time. Few know the truth of these walls, for though they are identical to those of any other rented room, their purpose is distinctly different. The countless bolts and locks on the inside of her door -- things fastened each night in haste -- speak of an unspoken fear, and few hear the rattle of rusted shackle-chains when she seeks her rest.

Secrets, indeed, these things.

Alligail, however wise she may think herself to be, is still truly little more than a fanciful girl left of her own accord in the constant terrors of [[Myrken Wood]]. In several others, she has found her almost family-like solemnity; in [[Molly O`Neill]] and [[Mikhail]], employers and givers of advice, admirable towers or friendship whose presence she relishes in an almost secretively parental manner; in [[Hafwyn]], a dearest friend and soft seamstress of calming and gentle words, a wisp of truth when conscience leads her wrong; and most recently, in [[Reverie]], a sisterly bond whose strength is persistant in its mirrored need and verisimilitude, the likeness of two identical dolls that find their stitches far more unbreakable when bound in tandem.

There are, certainly, others who have appealed to the young barmaid's mind in their own different ways. In [[Bryce]], she once found a dramatic, childish crush, often endangered by her own youthful flights of confusion. Moreso black and passionate, however, has been her recent hatred for [[Lokelei]], a presence that has brought much threat to vows made and storybook nobility, for as much as Alligail would force herself to believe, there are some points of her past that she simply cannot deny, and this anger feels nothing but right.

Trying to force herself to forget her rather unpleasant origin and saturate herself in humanity, Alligail now remains in [[Myrken Wood|Myrken]] not to satisfy a want for a final goodbye to her younger brother, but instead to hope she might eventually discover a reason to stay.

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Alligail

2006-04-22T16:33:30Z

70.17.251.202:

If a bit young and impressionable, this flighty and talkative barmaid has only just begun her adventures into the worlds of mixing drinks and balancing trays. When she does not have her nose buried into an old volume, she can often be found organizing the back of the bar to suit her own functionality, much to the disdain of the other employees of the [[Broken Dagger|Dagger]]! Clumsy at heart, it isn't rare that she finds herself confusing beverage types or spilling a few too many crackers in the stew, though her kind disposition is often enough to assuage a customer's disappointment. Though sometimes she believes she knows absolutely everything -- for who doesn't when one is as well read as she? -- Alli is prone to the same misgivings and mistakes as any other teenaged girl, much to the occasional chagrin of her employers!

At the age of thirteen, she often finds herself confused between childhood and adulthood, wanting little longer to be considered a mere girl, while at the same time not necessarily understanding what it means to be a woman, either.

In truth, Alligail's purpose in [[Myrken Wood]] came of her younger brother's demise. In wanting only to arrive long enough to gather his remains -- for [[Myrken Wood|Myrken]] had been [[Phlynn]]'s home -- she began to unravel mysteries of her own peculiar childhood in the process. Struggling to understand her own secrets, she discovered friends that she did not realize she would ever have, and while the task of retrieving her brother's bones still weighs on her conscience, she has found that his posthumous need is far less demanding than those of her living friends, and her own.

== Of Concealment and Compatriots ==

An upstairs chamber provides the haven of her sanctity, a room in the [[Broken Dagger]] whose endearing mess is no more than the result of a young girl with far too many books, far too many gowns, and way too much time. Few know the truth of these walls, for though they are identical to those of any other rented room, their purpose is distinctly different. The countless bolts and locks on the inside of her door -- things fastened each night in haste -- speak of an unspoken fear, and few hear the rattle of rusted shackle-chains when she seeks her rest.

Secrets, indeed, these things.

Alligail, however wise she may think herself to be, is still truly little more than a fanciful girl left of her own accord in the constant terrors of [[Myrken Wood]]. In several others, she has found her almost family-like solemnity; in [[Molly O`Neill]] and [[Mikhail]], employers and givers of advice, admirable towers or friendship whose presence she relishes in an almost secretively parental manner; in [[Hafwyn]], a dearest friend and soft seamstress of calming and gentle words, a wisp of truth when conscious leads her wrong; and most recently, in [[Reverie]], a sisterly bond whose strength is persistant in its mirrored need and verisimilitude, the likeness of two identical dolls that find their stitches far more unbreakable when bound in tandem.

There are, certainly, others who have appealed to the young barmaid's mind in their own different ways. In [[Bryce]], she once found a dramatic, childish crush, often endangered by her own youthful flights of confusion. Moreso black and passionate, however, has been her recent hatred for [[Lokelei]], a presence that has brought much threat to vows made and storybook nobility, for as much as Alligail would force herself to believe, there are some points of her past that she simply cannot deny, and this anger feels nothing but right.

Trying to force herself to forget her rather unpleasant origin and saturate herself in humanity, Alligail now remains in [[Myrken Wood|Myrken]] not to satisfy a want for a final goodbye to her younger brother, but instead to hope she might eventually discover a reason to stay.

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Audmathus

2006-04-20T16:34:08Z

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A destroyer of cities. A prophet of destruction. A harbinger of desolation. A messenger of his one and only Goddess.

These are what Cecinifien Audmathus Xhevus has always believed himself to be, and regardless of whether or not these things are true, there are few who would deny them.

It began oft as it always does with those of black flesh and pointed ears; starting in strife beneath the surface of the world itself, amidst cities of dark elves and deceit. Lies, untruth, and deception are quite clearly the fabric of these places, and of their tales and histories as well.

It started, in truth, with a search for a fated, rumored weapon -- a thing created at the final stand of the dark elves aeons ago, when they were driven from the surface -- whose discovery would, by history, signal a revolution. Legend foretold that when the weapon was discovered, the drow would reclaim their surface world anew under the hand of their finest leaders. Dark elven cities would fall in the face of disbelief, but the weak would be left behind to rot and the strong would rise to reclaim the hideous grasslands if only to return the favor that the surface creatures had done unto the drow so long ago.

At least, this was how the Book of the Demonweb said it, and of all dark elves that had to find this weapon, The Spider's Kiss, it was Cecinifien Audmathus Xhevus.

In his greed, Audmathus single-handedly destroyed the underground city of his birth for the weapon and its fated four pieces; Eagle's Eye, Dark's Bane, Sundancer, and Shadowdancer, each imbued with the apparitions of those high priestesses killed in the final surface battle. Driven mad by the insidious whisperings of Shadowdancer, Audmathus sought to become a general of the drow, to unite their strongest under his hand and reclaim the surface lands where his kind once existed. He proclaimed his loyalty to the cause, much to the chagrin of the goddess Lolth. She, in turn, cemented his loyalty by castrating him, damning him, and shedding insult upon him -- he was, after all, not female, and prone to the weaknesses of any dark elven male. Infused with this natural and overzealous want for undying power, convinced that he would show the goddess Lolth his ability, Audmathus sought to reap destruction upon lands on the surface, and after several years of struggle, was finally handed his death by a group of unlikely heroes in the heart of Myrken Wood. Upon calling forth the once-destroyed presence of [[Zayken]], Audmathus fell under the blade of a one [[Ariane Carnath-Emory]], who fought alongside [[Elil]], [[Quincy]], and other heroes to unravel his threats. A short reign of torture, destruction, and murder had been quickly assuaged, and a valuable lesson learned.

Little did they realize that drow always have their black tricks, and that the entire time, the Lady of Chaos found humor in the death of the foolish male. He, who had forgotten the purpose of Shadowdancer and his goddess for his own avaricious desires, would clearly not do. After a failed resurrection of the priestess Avel, whose very essence had been sacrified to create Shadowdancer, Lolth called upon one of her most willing and promising to complete the legendary task.

The Mistress [[Faeryl]], who garnered Lolth's precious blessing and who had taken heart to the failures of Audmathus, began to work in his fallen stead, intending to do was was the decree of her goddess and reclaim surface lands for the drow. In this, she began with Myrken Wood, where Audmathus' reign of torture was still fresh in the minds of its citizens. Yet, why attempt all of this alone without a familiar face to mock in the process? Thus, Audmathus was reborn of Faeryl's will, a headless body disengaged from the depths of Silver Lake. Conscience extracted from the Demonweb Pits -- from a hell of Lolth's own making -- and body reanimated through the dark elven rituals of Zin-Carla, the beast was recreated anew, and wrestled under the control of one of Lolth's most favored priestesses.

Damned, reanimated, and ever more cynical, Audmathus shunned the grace of Lolth after his rebirth, convinced that his continued life was a blessing beyond her ability. Reunited with his precious Shadowdancer, raised in high esteem within Faeryl's coven of priestesses and warriors, the dark elf's purpose is clear -- to continue his destruction of Myrken under Mistress Faeryl's command, to aid in garnering its control from its human council, and slowly begin to retrieve what had been lost to the dark elves aeons prior. Unafraid of death, bolstered on his own pseudo-deitic arrogances, there is little that Audmathus feels can stop him.

After all, there's quite a great deal of fun to be had, and much vengeance to be sown. With this much fun at his fingertips, why die just yet?

Alligail

2006-04-20T16:00:07Z

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Alligail

2006-04-18T19:03:10Z

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Alligail

2006-04-18T06:32:01Z

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