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Nailed to trees and cavern walls in the cities of Linandria, Norseth’onn and Ker’nor are posters bearing a full body coloured sketch of a red-haired wood elf, and writing beneath.

 


 

MISSING

Saelian of Linandria

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A elfess of pure mali’ame blood, and in her adult years. She was last seen in Linandria, claiming to be heading for Haelun’or where she reportedly performs odd jobs. Further investigation revealed she may have recently been in the company of a Mali’aheral named Arcleo Tistrian.

 

Please report any and all information to the High Prince Artimec Caerme’onn. Any information leading to her finding will result in compensation.



 

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"Odd." comments Finnadh. "I wonder if she was the one Arcleo was bedding." 

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"Perhaps I'll keep an eye out for her." Muttered Sarrion as his gauntlet gripped one of the pages, tucking it away and continuing forward.

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"Oh boy." Steven comments, his eyes darting up and down the paper as he purses his lips, booted foot tapping rapidly against the snow beneath his feet. "We got another one."

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Sirari stared blankly towards one of the many posters pinned to the trunk of a leafy tree in Linandria. "Hrrm, never seen her before. I suppose the mischief around here never ends.. I hope she's well." She muttered to herself with a soft sigh, her gaze peering through the city. She turned to head back to the manor where she felt safe, wavy raven locks flowing behind her.

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Aeran has a brief heart attack, thinking his daughter is missing.

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Joor looks at the poster, "Avayla? Awr Len? Joor needs tew feegure out..." He begins to search for the two...

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A brown haired female of luscious, bouncy curls stops when her eyes glance over one of the posters. She'd pluck off one of her lace gloves, the fabric stained in red easily sliding off each digit; she'd then lightly touch the edge of the page with the exposed hand. She'd seem to frown with a wrinkle of her nose, her words produced slothfully too.

"A dear shame to see a fair maiden vanish especially among the racist baboons."

She'd depart from the article, leaving it untouched as her mouth scrunches up with a few tiny snickers.

"At least this one wasn't my fault... I wish you luck finding your mali'ame cleric. "  

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