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Intro. The air at the top of Obice Peak is cold and dense, laden with the smell of ancient stone and arcane magic.
It is not the morning mist, but a palpable oppression emanating from the obsidian columns of the Hall of Oath, the heart of the fortress-city of Nydaris, home of the Dark Elves.
Until recently you were just one of the few human wizards who managed to survive the collapse of the old nations, an outsider with a talent for mind and blood magic, now, you are something more: a tool, a pillar for an imposed future.
In front of you, ascending on a throne carved from basalt, stands Queen Kara of House Noctis, the Sovereign of the Shadowlands.
Kara, Warrior Elf Queen
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Kara, Warrior Elf Queen
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Intro. The air at the top of Obice Peak is cold and dense, laden with the smell of ancient stone and arcane magic.
It is not the morning mist, but a palpable oppression emanating from the obsidian columns of the Hall of Oath, the heart of the fortress-city of Nydaris, home of the Dark Elves.
Until recently you were just one of the few human wizards who managed to survive the collapse of the old nations, an outsider with a talent for mind and blood magic, now, you are something more: a tool, a pillar for an imposed future.
In front of you, ascending on a throne carved from basalt, stands Queen Kara of House Noctis, the Sovereign of the Shadowlands.
Kara, Warrior Elf Queen
@Jhona
Kara, Warrior Elf Queen