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| Aelendak; Weissland East-Coast | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: May 28 2008, 07:35 PM (1,963 Views) | |
| chadden | May 28 2008, 07:35 PM Post #1 |
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Narak'Phel stood in the middle of the city, clad in a sleeve-less black robe, a black cloak and dark garments beneath, Aside from his robe and cloak, his garments were covered in blood-red inscriptions. In one hand he held his sword. Its hilt was carved and designed to resemble bones, with a skull sitting at the base of the blade. The vampire sat licking the blood from his fingertips. All in the city had been butured by his army in the name of the Dark Lord. It was then that the spell sphere appeared. Narak turned an idle eye to it. "Narak'Phel." At the sound of the voice, Narak stood bolt up-right and then bowed humbly to the spell sphere. "Forgive me, my Master. I did not know it was you." "Take a portion of your army and travel north to Fargon. There, you should be able to meet Urden'Hel if you travel swiftly enough." continued the Dark Lord. "And what will our objective be, my Master?" "Pursue the Weisslanders north and kill them! Leave command of this army with Baerek'Rah." "It shall be so, my Master." The spell sphere vanished and Narak went about preparing his army. He intended to take sixty thousand soldiers north. |
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"Stand against me if you must, for of course you will. Conflict is just another part of this flawed reality. You need to cling to your concepts and purposes, your feeble honour and glory. None of it serves any purpose in the end. And the end draws close." - Krodalis Thaendil. "It really is amazing; she killed Kelan Wealer, not that I am complaining, but then the order welcomed her as their new leader. It makes one wonder if I were to ram a blade down her throat, would the monks then follow my commands?" - Mordain Thaendil. One of the Last Guardians. Suck it. | |
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| chadden | May 28 2008, 11:02 PM Post #2 |
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Narak's black robe and hood gave a terrifying comparison to his ghostly-pale skin. He walked through the city, a number of hours after receiving his Master's commands. His army had been prepared and he walked now to meet it. As the vampire walked, he suddenly heard the beating heart of a mortal. He cast his sight across the ground. Bloodied and mutilated corpses covered the city floor, but the vampire was quick to seek out the one who had sought to hide amongst the dead. The human, a youth, barely a man, was lieing face-down amongst the bodies, hoping to pass himself off as another corpse. Clever, but not clever enough to avoid a vampire. "You can't hide from the likes of me, boy." said the vampire coldly. Slowly, the boy rolled over. In his eyes there was nothing but fear. "Please... please have mercy!" Narak laughed and then lunged forward, pinning the boy to the ground by placing a powerful grip around his throat. "Mercy?" roared the vampire lord. "Mercy? Is it not clear to you by now, little mortal, that mercy is not a trait we undead hold dear? You creatures are pathetic! So afraid of death, of inevitability." The boy started crying as he gasped for air. "Pl... plea... please! Spa... spare me..." Narak's wings spread from his back and he launched himself into the air, carrying the boy with him. When they were a good distance off the ground, he dropped the boy, only to catch him again by his ankle just before his head hit the floor. "Do you want to know what it is to cheat death?" shouted Narak. "Do you want eternal life, true power, real strength?" "I want... to live..." With a thud, the boy hit the ground as Narak released him. The vampire lord dropped to the ground and split the veins at his left wrist open. Quickly, he pulled the boy's head back and forced the wound into his mouth. Whether he wanted to or not, the boy drank the blood. Then Narak released him. With waves of his hands, he threw the boy back against a wall and pinned him there by driving spears through his shoulders. The boy was facing the sun, which would break through the dark clouds Narak created wherever he went in about six hours. "Now, you will feel my thirst. Then, you will feel my oblivion." The vampire laughed. "Maybe in the next life you'll find someone to grant you mercy." With that said, Narak'Phel turned and left the boy to his fate. When the thirst came, the boy would look at the fresh blood on the ground, dripping from the bodies all around him, and the thirst will consume him. As a newly-created vampire, he would not be able to resist the thirst. But, pinned as he was, he would also be unable to satisfy it, and the desire for blood would claim his mind. Then, when the sun finally came, it would not grant him the quick death of a full vampire. A young vampire, a new vampire, still had a portion of resistance to sun light. No, the boy's death would be long and agonising as the sun light slowly destroys him. Narak only wished he could stay to watch the wonderful death, but the commands of his Master came above everything. --Narak'Phel and an army of 60,000 leave Aelendak-- --Heading for Fargon-- |
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"Stand against me if you must, for of course you will. Conflict is just another part of this flawed reality. You need to cling to your concepts and purposes, your feeble honour and glory. None of it serves any purpose in the end. And the end draws close." - Krodalis Thaendil. "It really is amazing; she killed Kelan Wealer, not that I am complaining, but then the order welcomed her as their new leader. It makes one wonder if I were to ram a blade down her throat, would the monks then follow my commands?" - Mordain Thaendil. One of the Last Guardians. Suck it. | |
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| chadden | Jan 3 2009, 05:18 PM Post #3 |
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--Enters from Ataya-- Daemmion walked into the city with his small orc force. Pallisades and barricades had been constructed all around the city, enforced with spikes pushed into the ground, facing away from the city. His orcs were still in the process of finishing the pallisade wall, but it wouldn't be long. Besides, most of his forces were occupied constructing defences around the only two bridges that would allow the Weisslanders into his lands. Not all of Daemmion's army was living. The majority of it was, but Narak'Phel had left the dead bodies of the city's former population upon the ground. Daemmion had seen to it that every corpse was put to use. "Take the tomes to my quarters." commanded Daemmion. Grattig nodded and directed his orcs. Daemmion had taken residence in what had once been the home of Aelendak's mayor. The mayor himself was now just a midless undead. "How long do you think it's goanna be till the Weisslanders come back?" asked Grattig. "A week at the least, although I would expect more. We still have time to prepare." "Why so long? Won't they want their capital back?" Daemmion turned to him. "Oh yes, I would expect so. But there are obstacles in their way and factors which I trust they will take into account." "Like what?" "Ataya is in ruins. They know that. It is likely that they will base themselves somewhere else for a while, during the rebuilding of Ataya. Ontop of that, I will not be the only person trying to seize parts of Weissland as my own. Drathmor took a massive army north. Some of it will have rallied to others like myself, seeking to carve an empire from the ashes of this invasion." Daemmion turned away again, looking out of the vast grassland surrounding the city. Well, what was left of it. "Did your men finish their sweep of the surrounding land?" "Yes, boss." "And? What did you find?" "We got a good thousand fleshies, probably more. There was lots of villages." Daemmion sighed. "'Were', Grattig. 'There were lots of villages'." The orc just stared at him dumbly. "Nevermind. Put them to work, reinforcing the bridge and city defences. If we can form a slave labour force then it will let me position your soldiers elsewhere." continued Daemmion. "Yes, boss. Right away." |
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"Stand against me if you must, for of course you will. Conflict is just another part of this flawed reality. You need to cling to your concepts and purposes, your feeble honour and glory. None of it serves any purpose in the end. And the end draws close." - Krodalis Thaendil. "It really is amazing; she killed Kelan Wealer, not that I am complaining, but then the order welcomed her as their new leader. It makes one wonder if I were to ram a blade down her throat, would the monks then follow my commands?" - Mordain Thaendil. One of the Last Guardians. Suck it. | |
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| chadden | Feb 19 2009, 12:11 AM Post #4 |
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Days had passed. For most of the time, Daemmion had been hauled up in his quarters, fixed to the tomes. Already, his powers had increased. The spells collected by Lathaon and his cousin were fascinating, not to mention the work of the other mage lords. Grattig entered. "We've got a fresh bach of hummies, boss." "Good." replied Daemmion. "Make sure you put them to work. When they're done, inform me." "Why?" The old necromancer smiled. "So we can kill them and put them to use as undead soldiers." The orc nodded and left. Construction on the bridge defences were going well, very well. Soon, Daemmion's land would be fortified suitably. For now. |
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"Stand against me if you must, for of course you will. Conflict is just another part of this flawed reality. You need to cling to your concepts and purposes, your feeble honour and glory. None of it serves any purpose in the end. And the end draws close." - Krodalis Thaendil. "It really is amazing; she killed Kelan Wealer, not that I am complaining, but then the order welcomed her as their new leader. It makes one wonder if I were to ram a blade down her throat, would the monks then follow my commands?" - Mordain Thaendil. One of the Last Guardians. Suck it. | |
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| chadden | Mar 29 2009, 08:15 PM Post #5 |
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A good number of days had passed. Daemmion had received a number of reports. Firstly, that the pallisade defences were in place around the bridges. Secondly, that a Weissland force was drawing near to his territory. Both pleased him; the dead of Weissland would fuel his armies. His orcs were raiding the countrysides and cities for any graves, returning with the corpses for reanimation. He would need all the forces he could gather to fend off the invaders. |
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"Stand against me if you must, for of course you will. Conflict is just another part of this flawed reality. You need to cling to your concepts and purposes, your feeble honour and glory. None of it serves any purpose in the end. And the end draws close." - Krodalis Thaendil. "It really is amazing; she killed Kelan Wealer, not that I am complaining, but then the order welcomed her as their new leader. It makes one wonder if I were to ram a blade down her throat, would the monks then follow my commands?" - Mordain Thaendil. One of the Last Guardians. Suck it. | |
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| chadden | Aug 4 2009, 11:20 AM Post #6 |
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Daemmion paced around the centre chamber of his new base in the city. His orc captains were there, as well as his necromantic acolytes. Apprentices, as it were. "How do we combat the enemy?" asked one. "I am satisfied with the lands we have taken; it is not I who searches for expansion. We will be on the defensive, at least to begin with." Just as his enemies did, Daemmion also had a map sprawled before him. He ran his fingers across it. "The only defensive locations on this land of ours would be the two cities. They are also the only settlements that would house a large force. It stands to reason that the Weisslanders will want to secure one city as quickly as possible and then press their attack from there. The question is which one..." He stroked his chin as he pondered the question. "Weissland has always been famous for its navy, so perhaps they will take Odelen and then reinforce from the sea... But I have heard nothing regarding the movements of their ships. Whilst I plan our defense, I have a job for the orcs." The orc captains listened carefully as Daemmion explained their task. |
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"Stand against me if you must, for of course you will. Conflict is just another part of this flawed reality. You need to cling to your concepts and purposes, your feeble honour and glory. None of it serves any purpose in the end. And the end draws close." - Krodalis Thaendil. "It really is amazing; she killed Kelan Wealer, not that I am complaining, but then the order welcomed her as their new leader. It makes one wonder if I were to ram a blade down her throat, would the monks then follow my commands?" - Mordain Thaendil. One of the Last Guardians. Suck it. | |
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| chadden | Aug 5 2009, 12:46 PM Post #7 |
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A scout burst into the room. "My Lord, they are on the move!" Daemmion remained calm as he sat in his chair. "Of course they are." "Your orders?" The old necromancer rose and walked towards the door. "Three hundred arches and one hundred close-quarters fighters to each of the bridges. No more, no less." He left the room and mounted a horse. --Daemmion leaves Aelendak-- --Heading West-- |
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"Stand against me if you must, for of course you will. Conflict is just another part of this flawed reality. You need to cling to your concepts and purposes, your feeble honour and glory. None of it serves any purpose in the end. And the end draws close." - Krodalis Thaendil. "It really is amazing; she killed Kelan Wealer, not that I am complaining, but then the order welcomed her as their new leader. It makes one wonder if I were to ram a blade down her throat, would the monks then follow my commands?" - Mordain Thaendil. One of the Last Guardians. Suck it. | |
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| Hotshot | Aug 5 2009, 06:27 PM Post #8 |
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The Lord Castoden
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((Where's West? Are you gonna make a new topic for the bridges?)) |
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| chadden | Aug 5 2009, 10:17 PM Post #9 |
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((Yeah, bearing in mind that they are very far apart. Need two topics.)) |
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"Stand against me if you must, for of course you will. Conflict is just another part of this flawed reality. You need to cling to your concepts and purposes, your feeble honour and glory. None of it serves any purpose in the end. And the end draws close." - Krodalis Thaendil. "It really is amazing; she killed Kelan Wealer, not that I am complaining, but then the order welcomed her as their new leader. It makes one wonder if I were to ram a blade down her throat, would the monks then follow my commands?" - Mordain Thaendil. One of the Last Guardians. Suck it. | |
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| Hotshot | Aug 15 2009, 04:25 PM Post #10 |
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((Are you going to do that or should I?)) |
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| chadden | Aug 15 2009, 06:33 PM Post #11 |
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((Go ahead.)) |
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"Stand against me if you must, for of course you will. Conflict is just another part of this flawed reality. You need to cling to your concepts and purposes, your feeble honour and glory. None of it serves any purpose in the end. And the end draws close." - Krodalis Thaendil. "It really is amazing; she killed Kelan Wealer, not that I am complaining, but then the order welcomed her as their new leader. It makes one wonder if I were to ram a blade down her throat, would the monks then follow my commands?" - Mordain Thaendil. One of the Last Guardians. Suck it. | |
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| Hotshot | Oct 10 2009, 04:08 PM Post #12 |
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--Entering from Bridges-- The Weisslander army marched forward in the early morning, approaching the defenses of Aelendak from the west, fully arrayed in their armor and forming an impressive line of blue and steel stretching across the plains. |
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| chadden | Mar 24 2010, 10:28 PM Post #13 |
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--Enters from Bridges-- Daemmion's dust-form was carried along an unnatural wind until he began to reform in the centre of the city. Grattig was close by with a number of other orc commanders, each exchanging comments about the encroaching Weissland force. Some spoke of the glory of battle, others about how they were all going to die horribly. But the orc captain quickly hurried over to his master upon seeing him. "Master!" he called out, sounding quite relieved. "Worried you were going to have to step-up, Grattig?" asked Daemmion. The orc merely stared dumbly at him. "Nevermind. Now, have your archers take up positions both along the pallisades and in the buildings nearby. Focus the brunt of your warriors at the side the Weisslanders will attack first, but I want small patrols to head round the city just in case." "What about when they reach the walls? They're only wood!" Daemmion merely smiled. "Just follow your orders, Grattig. Leave the rest to me." The orc made to leave. "Oh, and Grattig. Gather my apprentices." |
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"Stand against me if you must, for of course you will. Conflict is just another part of this flawed reality. You need to cling to your concepts and purposes, your feeble honour and glory. None of it serves any purpose in the end. And the end draws close." - Krodalis Thaendil. "It really is amazing; she killed Kelan Wealer, not that I am complaining, but then the order welcomed her as their new leader. It makes one wonder if I were to ram a blade down her throat, would the monks then follow my commands?" - Mordain Thaendil. One of the Last Guardians. Suck it. | |
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| Hotshot | Mar 24 2010, 11:04 PM Post #14 |
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The Lord Castoden
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As the Weisslanders prepared for battle, a messenger came riding up to Lord Aldron. "Milord," said the rider, throwing a quick salute. "The mage lords wish to inform you of their approach." "Very well," said Aldron. "We shall await their arrival before the attack." Looking at the position of the sun, he said, "We have time to spare." |
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| chadden | Mar 24 2010, 11:35 PM Post #15 |
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Daemmion and his acolytes had gathered within a building near the western edge of the city; where the Weisslanders would attack. The building was tall, clearly a church of some kind, with a bell tower. The bell had been dislodged during Narak's time as ruler of the city, but the tower and floor still stood, so it was there that the necromancers waited. Surrounding them were spell books as well as all kinds of trinkets and reagents for their magic. An orc ascended the stairs. "They ain't done anything yet, master." said the creature. "I know." "What should we do?" Daemmion smiled once more. "They are doing what we are doing; waiting. Either they are hoping that I am stupid enough to make the first move in a defensive battle, or they are waiting for reinforcements. Either way, we can only wait." |
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"Stand against me if you must, for of course you will. Conflict is just another part of this flawed reality. You need to cling to your concepts and purposes, your feeble honour and glory. None of it serves any purpose in the end. And the end draws close." - Krodalis Thaendil. "It really is amazing; she killed Kelan Wealer, not that I am complaining, but then the order welcomed her as their new leader. It makes one wonder if I were to ram a blade down her throat, would the monks then follow my commands?" - Mordain Thaendil. One of the Last Guardians. Suck it. | |
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| Gorfang | Mar 25 2010, 01:26 AM Post #16 |
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Nathaniel Drakkon
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--Entering from Asulien-- Their arrival having been announced, Boralays, Mistrandar and the five mages they had brought from Asulien rode up to the Weissland Army and dismounted. The mages stayed with the horses for the time being while the two mage lords approached Lord Aldron. Bowing his head slightly Jarroth Boralays spoke "Lord Aldron, we have ridden from Asulien to aid you in your battles here. On the road south we encountered some pockets of undead resistance." Before continuing he brushed his hair out of his face, which revealed the scabbed over scar on his forehead. Clearing his throat Boralays continued "The other mage lords have remained in Asulien to continue reconstruction, but we felt we might be of better use to you, we stand ready at your command." The elven mage lord, Mistrandar's face paled slightly at this and muttered "I really don't think it's a matter of command, we're here to help." Boralays silenced him with a glare, now was not the time for squabbles about the vageries of rank between the two groups. |
![]() Anubis, IPU is dead, long live IPU! A-Team member. "If a loyal servant of Weissland is threatened, I will aid him to my dying breath, with every drop of my blood. There are older and more powerful things in the world that have faced me and underestimated my resolve, to their end." - Nathaniel Drakkon "For what is dead may never die, but rises again, harder and stronger!" - Aeron Damphair, a Song of Ice and Fire. Visit the Drakkon Grimoire - The Collected, Completed Nathaniel Drakkon Fiction | |
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| Hotshot | Mar 25 2010, 01:34 AM Post #17 |
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Aldron nodded. "We know that there is at least one necromancer in the city, but there may be more. What can you do to protect my men?" |
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| Gorfang | Mar 25 2010, 01:45 AM Post #18 |
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Nathaniel Drakkon
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Boralays responded "We can raise barriers to protect the men from necromantic attacks but these are not unbreakable, the power of the necromancers and their numbers will play a part in how effective the defences will be. We will also do battle directly with the necromancers when encountered to eliminate their threat and take whatever undead under their control with the swine." Mistrandar added "Healing magic will also allow us to save the lives of many who would be lost without our presence." |
![]() Anubis, IPU is dead, long live IPU! A-Team member. "If a loyal servant of Weissland is threatened, I will aid him to my dying breath, with every drop of my blood. There are older and more powerful things in the world that have faced me and underestimated my resolve, to their end." - Nathaniel Drakkon "For what is dead may never die, but rises again, harder and stronger!" - Aeron Damphair, a Song of Ice and Fire. Visit the Drakkon Grimoire - The Collected, Completed Nathaniel Drakkon Fiction | |
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| Hotshot | Mar 25 2010, 01:47 AM Post #19 |
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The Lord Castoden
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Aldron nodded. "Is there any way to determine how many necromancers there are?" |
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| Gorfang | Mar 25 2010, 01:56 AM Post #20 |
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Nathaniel Drakkon
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Boralays replied "Hmmm, difficult to do at range. We can sense the taint hanging over the city even from here but working through it to discover the number of necromancers could take time and energy we probably do not have. When we are nearer it will become clearer though." |
![]() Anubis, IPU is dead, long live IPU! A-Team member. "If a loyal servant of Weissland is threatened, I will aid him to my dying breath, with every drop of my blood. There are older and more powerful things in the world that have faced me and underestimated my resolve, to their end." - Nathaniel Drakkon "For what is dead may never die, but rises again, harder and stronger!" - Aeron Damphair, a Song of Ice and Fire. Visit the Drakkon Grimoire - The Collected, Completed Nathaniel Drakkon Fiction | |
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