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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Shalimar" data-source="post: 728378" data-attributes="member: 9600">The Elf moved swiftly through the waning daylight of the forest. He had already knocked an arrow, his Almond eyes searching the woods around him for enemies. It had been quite a few years since he had last been home, as humans would measure such things, but for one as long-lived as he, it seemed as if he had just blinked his eyes.It is almost time, he thought to himself, looking forward to the reunion that was planned for that very night. It had been 5 years since he and his companions had parted company vowing to find word of the true gods, and to learn the truth behind the rumors of war in the North.  He hadn't found any proof, but he still trusted in their existance.  There was too much to suggest they did, the beauty of the forests, the white stag that had led him along the hidden forest paths.  There was something out there guiding.Although he was looking forward to meeting all of his former companions again, it was the thought of one that quickened his pace towards the Inn, towards her. Kitiara Uth-Matar, the woman that had occupied much of his thoughts during these last 5 years. The older sister of Caramon and Raistlen was like tempest always changing, always so mercurial. Its what drew him to her, she embraced life, she was chaos incarnate, and that crooked smirk that she had… simply intoxicating.With that thought foremost in his mind he finds himself having arrived in Solace, his former home.  Guided more by memories then sight he padded along towards the house that he had built up in the mighty Vallen wood trees.  It was rare for a human settlement to make such use of nature's bounty ad beauty, it was one of the few things that made his exile from Qualinesti bearable.  From the house's condition, he knew he would need to repair it before the winter, sighing, he continued on along the tree-bridge to the Inn of the last home.   He hoped he wasn't late as he slipped through the doorway.</blockquote>

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