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A piece of parchment rest on a table in the dark elven tavern. Some may have seen the wood elfess who wrote it

"As day always become night

So you keep your vigilance

And as shadows watch the forest

You guard your home

Your stoney skin

A reminder of your unwavering honor

Your white hair

A symbol of your virtue

My dearest kin

Do you even know?

Perhaps you are too modest

So I will say

Just to appease my twitching toungue

You are beautiful"

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Mizz would give the poem a look over and crack a smile. Invigorated from having his ego rubbed, he beats a kiwaii katana wielding feral extra hard, in the name of the hallowed ancestors of course.

 

Long has the bond between emerald and Onyx stood, and it must not be forgotten by ame or ker. Perhaps Mizz will respond to honor the past

 

((We love you too wood elves, but lets just keep it platonic mkay?))

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Licius frowns unlike Franz.

 

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Dak'ir spies the wood elf as she departs the hollow before going to read the poetry. He raises a hand, grabbing a lock of his ebon hair. 

 

"...What about those of us with black hair?"

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"Who would let a random wood elven peasant through the gates of the greatest city that ever was or will be? I do not approve." Asks the fat merchant, frowning along with Licius.

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Varasa would stand near Dak'ir, and comment. "That is simply a wee touch of impurity."

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Varasa would stand near Dak'ir, and comment. "That is simply a wee touch of impurity."

Mizz agrees. Accept white-hair hegemeny

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Varasa would stand near Dak'ir, and comment. "That is simply a wee touch of impurity."

"That feeling you get when you realize black haired dark elves hold most of the power and wealth in Ker'nor." Mithius says with a chuckle, high fiveing his fellow black haired cousins.

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Cyrus receives the high five, the impact making the coins in his pocket knock against each other with a pleasant "clinking" sound. 

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"Hrfm..." Licius would mumble, his expensive gold pendant rattling slightly as he high fives Cyrus and Mithius.

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Varasa 'hrmphs' at the vanity of the black-haired impures. She whispers beneath her breath "Dis...dis...dishonor..."

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Varasa 'hrmphs' at the vanity of the black-haired impures. She whispers beneath her breath "Dis...dis...dishonor..."

"We have a commodity beyond value, honor"

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Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

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