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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Black Bard" data-source="post: 127485" data-attributes="member: 2536">Flamerule 29,1372 D.R.     Syrranil,the moon elf, is a perfect example of elven beauty,and she knew it,but now that was the last thing she would think of her.She was traveling through an ancient trail,leading Tangled Trees to Essembra in Battledale,for some days now,her feet ached and she was not laughing at it...The simple thought of traveling reminded her of the  "portal-travel" experience she had a few days ago,disgusting...But now she was walking upon the once-mighty Cormanthyr,the Great Kingdom of Elves,and she rejoiced with the thought of reclaiming it to the elves,with sword and magic alone,by herself...or so she thought...  She was cruelly pulled of her dreams of grandeur by the first signs of a heavy rain(believe me,it was not that subtle...)."Aerdrie Faenya,do I deserve that?"she spoke,looking to the sky,and said that a loud thundering was heard across the old forest."I will take this as an answer...".With that,she quickened her pace,hoping to arrive in the city soon,but a lightning struck down a near tree,and frightened she begun to run,straying from the trail.When she finally realised that she was lost she thought:"Okay,never question the Gods..."   Walking blindly through the dark(and wet...)night,she was almost losing her faith in having a decent night,when she saw a faint light,approaching she discovered it came from a lantern hanging on a cloaked figure´s hand.Cautiously she watched,and cloaked one motioned with his head,signing her to follow him...Tired and without any option,she did...</blockquote>

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