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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Rystil Arden" data-source="post: 2876102" data-attributes="member: 29014">*Vanitri steps into the archway, and the hair on the back of his neck stands on end.  Suddenly, his vision blurs and fades, and he feels a strange sensation as if falling out of his body into nothingness.  Suddenly, there is an explosion of images that inundate him and overload any possibility of processing them.  And then the images spiral into a sinking whirlpool of white, and Vanitri finds his essence pulled into the whirlpool, inexorably following the light.**His eyes shoot open with a start.  As is often his way, he has ridden off away from his family amongst the Freefolk.  The Freefolk had given him a home when his family was slaughtered by the dark elves, the cursed Nesfylim, but even so, he sometimes found that he was a free spirit, peregrinating across the vast ocean of experience with a wanderlust deep with his soul.  Only Eirian seems to be a true kindred spirit, the beautiful lunari dark as midnight, his constant companion these past years wherever he may go.*  *And so it is that he is sitting alone in a beautiful forested glade in the far holdings of the Medibarian Empire, sitting among the wildflowers and gazing at the lily blossoms in the small lake and listening to the quiet song of the sylvan songbirds, with Eirian not far away, grazing on some tasty roots and berries, most likely.**His keen elven eyes spot a dark shadow off in the distance, heading through the woods in quite a hurry.  Despite, the figure's great speed, it moves almost silently and is extremely difficult to see.  Could that have been a shock of white hair and skin of ebon black.  If it is one of the Nesfylim, it could mean no good.  But to where is it hurrying with such urgency?*</blockquote>

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