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Deep in the Forest - A Sleeper wakes


Talan
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In the boles of a large oak slept a figure, unmolested by any creatures and insects. The golden haired elf dressed in the remnants of wool clothing and leathered armour.  The male did not look overly old, quite athletic to any that saw him.  He stirred and stretched, his eyes opening to reveal solid blackness, no violet hues that those sockets once held.

He stood and shook himself and picked up the sword that had laid beside him.

The elf was once known as Inarion, but since the demon took hold he only knew the name Shadowalian.

Something was in the Rosewood that had touched his senses, something that had interested his old allies…Moonwenders.

He smiled thinly, time to walk abroad again…he had hidden himself long enough. 


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Talan
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He started to walk, before he had that wretched horse…he vaguely remembered the name….Bolt. The grey horse was long gone, food for the Wenders, the last vestige of his host’s life destroyed, the last of his resistance broken.  The demon had watched the elf’s friends die in the most brutal of ways, forced that meddling water witch back into her home, no longer able to assist Inarion. 

Good times indeed.

The Wenders certainly knew how to create mayhem and destruction, especially once he had coordinated their chaotic drive into a pure killing force.

He gave them blood and flesh, they gave him immense satisfaction when they brought down the Centauress  and finished off that soldier who anchored Inarion’s will to fight.

Happy times…just not for Straith.


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