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"Man I feel like I already knew all of this." An Elf comments.

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"White haired, blue-eyed high elf female. Way to describe half the realm." A white haired, blue-eyed high elf dryly comments.

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3 hours ago, The Redneck said:

A Daeva bursts into laughter within his chambers before going to have tea with his good friend Lux. "Oh no! Stating the obvious about Thalon!" The frail being would heckle. "Perhaps it is time for me to write a letter with all the Synod's information.... Wight creation... Sapping..... Yes. The public must be informed as well!"

 

 

"Ooh, how fun!" The tea-loving Witch responded.  "Pass the cream, would you, dear?  Seems we have writing of our own to do.."

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A man with deep grey hair and an untrimmed beard stands atop the peak of a snowy mountain, wrapped in a warm robe with his eyes shut. In the distance a young man runs up the thin path of the mountain and hands the robed being a letter. He promptly opens it and look at its contents and ponders for a long time.

"When they banned our kind, Ascended, they missed frost witches and shades... Curious that they also knew of another group that i hardly know of aside from... a lot of them. Either way... i knew this would come, but frost witches don't stay visible for long. Aeriel guide those who hunt down the dark"

He then tossed the letter to the wind and closed his eyes in long meditation for the coming years of solitude.

 

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On 4/11/2018 at 12:31 AM, The King Of The Moon said:

Alliard Izalith

Aliyard Carcimor scoffs and laughs at the false information acquired, and continues doing literally anything other than worrying over this. 

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[!] One of the fliers snaps violently as it shreds into a thin green mist, reappearing a split second thereafter in Benjamin's grip. The man takes his time scanning the contents, emitting what seems a thoughtful hum.

 

"I see."

 

The lich meanders forwards to place the flier back, eyes lingering on a few of the names with a dreary, absent gaze. Both shoulders rising in a shrug, he turns to continue on his way.

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On 4/11/2018 at 1:31 AM, The King Of The Moon said:

 

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Lorien, Daeva. His form usually resembles that of a High Elven male. In this form he has green eyes and black hair. This Daeva has since supposedly ‘fused’ with the High Elven male Alliard Izalith. This new guise presents white/silver hair and pale eyes (as expected of the Izalith line) though recent intelligence suggests his eyes to have alternated to bright blue.

 

 

Adeline heaves a great big sigh. Sometimes she wished her family members were normal. 

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Braum S Hardt sighs "There goes my weekend." He yells "Terry grab the hot irons!"

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The elder Ascended sighs at the flier. "You know, we could do our job if cities let us do our job instead of naming us cultists, making up lies about selling our souls, and making us kill-on-sight. It's like throwing your sword in a river and then blaming the sword for not being at your side anymore ... At least we have a few names to work with now."

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"Those are called Lucienists" Morgan would reply also reading his flier next to them. Magically there.

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Dirk wipes a bead of sweat from his brow. "Gods, things sure are getting exciting!"

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Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

 

If you feel this is a mistake, please contact myself or any FM and we'll restore it. 

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