VEILBORN   ❜

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       ❝ this castle was once that of a noble in  the
       age of elvhenan.    the humans couldn’t fully
       destroy it;   they left a viable foundation and
       most of the magical structures.     i rebuilt it;
       now i live here and shemlen are barred from
       entrance.       but you have a way about you
       that suggests something  far  different  from
       them, and from the silly dalish. ❞

a slow, catlike blink,  and she leans her arms up-
on the banister to wait for a response.    the lady 
of lightning is proud  of  what  she  has  accomp-
lished;  proud of taking down the “brave” human
knights who believe killing her will  land  them  a
great boon.

❝ I am no shemlen, if that's what
    you ask; nor do I belong to any clan 

                  The Scoia'tael resented the term, rescinded it withal; warriors, most had claimed, should not deign to such a like. ( And yet there was no preference upon his tongue, no ebb or flow in that which was opined unto them; there need not be such a schism betwixt the factions of elves, he thought, but that did not concern him wholly ).

She shall be met with prudent scrutiny whilst silence runs its course: the narrowing of eyne marred by man, parting of a harsh binary scarred by a shem’s sword, careful recollection and descrying of both present and past running together, intertwining and amalgamating as though time meant nought.

                  ❝ You speak as though the Dalish have wronged you,  but it isn’t said with copious surprise; nothing is infallible, and some whisper that their precautions compel them to force unwanted mages from the ties that bind. ( Perhaps she was one of those extras; or perhaps her kin had been such, once upon a time ).               And how was it you came by this ruin? I doubt it was a simple heirloom.

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WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE!

THE ELF IORVETH

EXCEPTIONALLY RUTHLESS COMMANDER TO A UNIT OF Squirrels

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