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Horses r ***

If the processes by which lore was moved around in these segments was also publicized to the players, sure.

"Hello," says man.

A singular shadow crawls over snowy mountain that raises their high peaks as monuments to solace; and the winding stygian aura of malice that meanders down them as the Night descends upon the Elven forests pauses for a moment, turning back to set its figurative gaze upon a silent Daughter of both Shadow and Frost. "Come to me, Daughter - Your path is not lost." And so Tek stepped forward, turning her broken gaze up to the sky and nodding. She recalled her memories, starting with Embermoore's torturous prodding, of let blood that rolled from sharpened blades, of runs through the forests, hunts with Shades. Tek paused for a moment upon the thought of Lorien, giving consideration to their once friendship, and how she had left perhaps her first love malnourished and starving, she had chose kinship. Tek had made her bed then when she embraced the frozen touch of family that brought down a slew of cravings: death and blood and meat. Gabrielle was her first Mother, and her frosted embrace was both wholesome and sweet. Tek thought of her love with Gwyn, and how her wife had been made to depart. How that red-haired, firey woman had reached into Tek’s torso and melted her heart, and how the pain crushed her like thousands of pounds. In her sleep, Tek would hear the sounds of her long lost wife, begging for freedom. And Tek promised to return her, and establish a glowing Queendom. A Harvester Scythe, shoved in her hands - Made by Gazardiael to extinguish the lives of man. Tek served the veil, and undid herself with strife, and lived through an undoing and redoing of her life. She was free for a while before a Shadow was born by the hand of her Father, who's screaming and torment began to swallow her whole and the weight of blistering Ice wore down her white soul. And as silent snow fell upon the glistening mountains, a singular moon rise high in the sky. Tek spoke to the eternal night only one line that passed through her frozen and cold lips: “I weep, I seek sleep, and I am ready to die.”

That's actually a good question. Hm. unno.D

A thin Neph, worn down by the exhaustion of her encounter with the wraith Vinzakra, takes the paper in hand. Her eyes are bleak, and her countenance grim. The woman closes her eyes and harkens back to two memories, still fresh in the eye of her sullen mind. She crumples the missive and retreats into the stale air of her lonely abode.

The screenshots are a necessary component for self-teaching to ensure the person is learning the magic properly. It is an improvement upon the system of allowing no one to self-teach.

"It seems that Mother has left us. I hope that Father will stay in her absence." "She was my Mother, not yours." "Everything that you have is mine now, darling," The voice screamed. The spindly woman sinks lower into the wooden chair, shaking her head. -- Bye, Bird! I enjoyed talking to you while you were here. You were one of my closest friends. : )

Neph pens an elegant affirmation of the charter.

The command has been removed, the perks with it.

I always enjoy seeing these screenshots. Also, beautiful artwork of ShimmeringBliss' character!