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Myths and Legends of the Endless Night

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The portal had landed them exactly where she predicted. He had no idea how she knew, but he thought better than asking: sorceries were beyond his comprehension, and he realized that full well. Best to dedicate his exceptionally high intelligence to what he could do best: battle tactics and strategies. He watched in awe as she collapsed the portal with the most delicate touch of her finger, the faintest whisper escaping her full lips and a spell component he could not determine being added by her other hand.

Their pursuers would not be able to follow, at least for a while. If they got moving early enough,
they would have enough of a lead to confuse their trail enough it'd be borderline impossible to find them, and likely deadly to try.
As for the dangers ahead of them, a deadly path leading to the City of Dark Weavings...well...He was more than ready to deal with that, he thought, as he drew his sword and sliced two overaggressive Myconids in one single, fluid motion.

Let them come...
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They kept traveling towards the meeting point, deeper and deeper into the cave complex. The Charnag Maelthra, Sshamath's special forces, had all the key defensive positions covered in Varalla's Passage, but of course had no intention to waste trained soldiers and perfectly good equipment to patrol treacherous and irrelevant side tunnels like the ones they were in now. The direct consequence was a den of savages, escaped slaves and other humanoid waste treating anything moving like their potential next meal.
In their case, that was of course a very big error of judgement. Big enough to warrant extinction.

He grimaced as he deflected a dagger stab with his armoured pauldron, using the momentum to slice the last living goblin in two with a two-handed swing. The very notion of "escaped slaves was amusing to him. This was not the fabled daylight world some kivvil merchants were talking about in their tall tales. Being a slave was not just a condition. Freedom was a feat of strength in the endless dark of the World Below: if you were a slave, then you definitely did not have enough of it. And there was no escaping from weakness, aside from the blood-red deliverance his sword was providing them as he carved his mistress a way to their destination.

When he was about to doubt they were actually in the right place, they saw him, back against the wall and sword driven almost hilt-deep into a large Bugbear corpse at his feet:


"Finally. That took you a while...
I am Soldriin. Happy to see me?"
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New Allies
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The warrior-priest was fighting with a savage abandon worthy of the craziest orc berserker, chopping Umber Hulks, Displacer Beasts, Goblins and other creatures with equal ease, his magical armor and conjured wards deflecting any of their attempts at retaliation. Right beside him, the bardess' music had an invigorating effect on them, while striking their enemies almost as hard as the cleaving slashes of her deadly weapon. The latest addition to their war party, a Loviatan monk, kept punching through living beings like they were Water Orbs, but not before he intentionally let them score shallow cuts on him, all the while praising his deity for the pain he felt.

As he studied them, he casually slammed a kobold with his shield as it tried to made its way to the mage behind him, crushing a few dozens of its bones at once as it impacted against the wall. Since the bones in question included the entirety of its skull and its solar plexus, he did not spare the gory mass sliding back to the ground a second look. He instead studied the wizardess' expression, as she calmly observed the battle mere paces away. A glint in her eyes and a quick gesture meant a fiery end for a distant goblin and its crossbow.

This must all have been according to her plans, since she favored him with one of her rare, cruel smiles. He had absolutely no idea what those plans might be, and he was glad of it.

He still remembered Sschindyrlyn all too well...
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[td]This cycle was clearly marked on his calendar. He was informed days in advance by other Faithful, about the couple's imminent arrival and was tasked to provide assistance. He had no idea why they were coming here, or even who were after them. Only one thing mattered now and that is their safe arrival.[/td][/tr]


[tr][td=2]On his way there, he met the bardess. She was unknown to him, he didnt know if he should trust her, yet something motivated him to bring her along. Her skills would definitely be of help with the task at hand, as he didn't know exactly what to expect.

The couple made haste for the rendezvous point. He waited there for some time, getting nervous as the time passed. Could he have failed the task given to him without even beginning? The bardess's presence calmed his nerves. Looking at her, he realized that it was a good idea to ask her to join him.

Finally, his fears disappeared as an armored figure, taller than the average drow approached. He was accompanied by a slender female in dark robes. It had to be them. It would be a big coincidence for someone else to be here, at this specific time of the cycle in this forsaken place. With his back against the wall and his confidence building up, he greeted the couple

"Finally. That took you a while...
I am Soldriin. Happy to see me?"
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Right then, a new city ... a new start ... Minti better be right about this ...

*The pretty Bardess thinks to herself as she scans the massive cavern of the City of Dark Weavings plucking the stings of her lyre slowly and ever so gently. The hauntingly beautiful music fills the air around her as she nearly glides across the cavern floor. Her gentle footsteps tapping like a drum beat to her song.*

*After a pleasant, as pleasant as drow are to each other that is, meeting with Soldriin, the two set out into the tunnels. Soldriin had to meeting to get to.*

This sounds promising... Wait! ... Did he just seduce me into joining him with the promise of adventure and coin? *she thought to herself as a sly grin turned the corners of her soft full lips upward as they traversed the tunnels.

There in the dark...... the two arrive finally, she can feel their power in the way they carry themselves.* Quick Aly show your worth before .. well lets not think of that. *She thinks to herself then hastens her introduction*


"I'm Aly'drin, traveling bard from Skullport." *She flashes a smile.*

"I can inspire your party in ways you can only imagine or have heard of in tales at Gloura's. If I fail......... you can kill me." *Then flashing that sly grin with an air of confidence.*


Subject: Rumours of Sshamath
LISA100595 wrote:*Rumours have it a new Bardess to the City named Aly'drin, was heard telling a fantastical story of an EPIC adventure with a group of newcomers through the tunnels and caverns around Sshamath.*

Notable Commentary:

Aly'drin the Bard - I will let the music play......... let it seep Into your very Soul! Against All odds.. The Adventurers Triumph ... As expected........... And the EPIC adventure Continues! Do i have to add this to the epic adventure story or can i just leave it out? again don't play with your food!

Zar'Vyrae the Wizard - I do appreciate some music while travelling. You absolutely get what you ask for. Divine intervention for him to become....pet food it seems... Oh, even in death... they would still be useful to the group... If I say no... would you believe me?

Kel'drin'ar the Sheild - Meet your maker... We are being watched. Before our Tanarukk chews through his entire supply of ears, we should decide how to move forward. let's see what they are made of... Goblins aren't afraid of anyone.

Soldriin the Cleric - Nice clean cut. Zhog, dont eat Varen! I think the dog lost its snacks. There you go Kel, a mercenary.

Varen the Monk - Eat (#2) and die maggot! Always wanted a pet, had a bat once...but tortured it to death. oh...hey, is there a leash law in town? Fido, no pooping here!

Others met along the way:

Tanarukk ((Zhog)) Fido - *rubs hands in the goblin blood* *chews slowly on another goblin ear.* *licks the blood off his axe.* *mumbles incoherently.*

Deldritch - And your dark whats your point.

Zar'Atan - I must admit, it is quite a contigent of kin gatherd here. I find my own involvement rather curious to be honest, but I am bored. Fear can be a good motivator to many races.

Author's Favorite Quotes:
Kel'drin'ar - we have fine brains all over, here
Aly'drin - the floor .. the walls... *shuts it*

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Watcher in the Dark
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The Drow who identified himself as Zar'Atan offered a relaxed smile as he leaned against the goblin cave's rock wall. Before suddenly revealing himself, taking shape from the shadows of one of the cave's darkest corners, he had no doubt been observing them for a while...hard to say how long, but quite certainly long enough to assess their abilities to his satisfaction.

His attitude spoke volumes about the kind of skill level he possessed: it was a rare sight indeed to see a lone humanoid completely and utterly unconcerned before a full Drow war party still covered in the blood of anything unfortunate enough to cross their path. And yet, he seemed entirely calm, almost bored, even.

Nothing about the story he told made any sense. It was likely a test, whose purpose he could not fathom. The inconsistencies were readily apparent to someone with his exceptionally high intellect already...not to mention to a supergenius like his mistress. The jaluk claimed nonchalantly to be living in the very goblin caves they were currently crossing...except, his speech was fluent and practiced, his clothes comparatively clean and any visible equipment on him spoke of high quality. He also mentioned they could contact him by leaving a message at Gloura's, in case they needed anything, giving to understand he possessed resources and contacts far beyond those any recluse or outcast of sort would be able to access.

Moreover, the degree of interest in them he displayed was odd in itself: he could easily have made an attempt to prey on them, with excellent chances of success. There was little to nothing of relevance they could offer him...and yet, his interest was genuine. He could tell. Unlike the white-skinned, twin-bladed Drow loner they had met mere candlemarks ago, he seemed to have a hidden agenda, a crystal clear (to him, at least...) purpose for the interaction.

When he left, Kel'drin'ar could not shake the feeling they had been screened, weighted, evaluated. And that this was far from being their last encounter.

In the Underdark, there were only two possibilities: you either were the hunter, or you were the prey. Presently, he certainly wasn't the former, and didn't like the alternative one bit.

The grip on his sword hilt tightened.
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The Huntress
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The Huntress' ravenous gaze lingered on them, as if they had been succulent pieces of Rothè instead of well-armed, well-armored and obviously combat ready Illythiiri. All her (numerous...) weapons were carefully sheathed, no tension in her muscles despite having just strolled alone through the Fire Goblins' territory, and having met two of her race that had obviously butchered scores of them. If anything, his dark blade still dripping their life fluids seemed to attract her, somehow...

"Oh good...so there is some male who can still fight, in this city...Now, why don't you take your chances with me? I'd be a far more interesting experience than them."

He offered a wan smile, glancing towards his mistress. She was, as usual, unconcerned and fully in control of the situation. He decided it'd be a good idea to just let her take care of the matter, as diplomacy was hardly his strong suit, and intimidation seemed out of place, given the circumstances. It quickly turned out to be the right choice.

Half a candlemark later, a deal was struck, next steps were planned and the Huntress vanished into the very shadows that had spawned her, a malevolent grin on her beautiful lips. A grin that looked like a promise.

They would see her again.
This twisted culture got you feeding from its hand
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The Mercenary
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As the muscled jaluk stepped into view, his weapon leaving a trail of humanoid blood behind him, the black-armored warrior casually stepped in front of his mistress, taking position between her and potential danger, even though she was shrouded in a concealing weave. For, to anyone with military training, the danger was evident.

The lone fighter was tall for one of his race, well built and heavily armored, his large shield carried as easily as a feather, and with the expertise of a veteran. The prolonged battle noises were barely over, and his wicked double crescent moon axe's blades were still dripping fresh body fluids...and yet, he was barely winded, nor concerned as he gazed upon them.

When he introduced himself and stated openly he was a member of the Bregan D'aerthe, he was not surprised: he knew their standards, and the way they operated. From the confidence with which he approached, he or one of his informants must have observed them for a long time, perhaps since they left the city grounds...assessing, evaluating, scheming, planning...

He thought he knew what he wanted.

In a matter of cycles, he would discover how right he was.
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The Halfblood
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Once the goblins surrounding it were reduced to a gory mass of severed body parts, the giant scorpion morphed into a humanoid shape right as the Drow War Party approached, weapons drawn. The duergar he had in tow did not look surprised, and that would explain why he hadn't tried to butcher the creature, yet.

The male spoke like a Drow, but looked like a kivvil. Dangerous situation to be in, at that, regardless of his shapeshifting abilities. Illythiiri never accepted halfbloods, and he was pretty sure the world above was just as bad for them. If he had any interest in putting him out of his misery, he would have killed him, right there and then. But he had never been the merciful type...

After an exchange longer than he would have expected, including an awkward moment in which the dark dwarf tried to give them to understand he did not realize his companion was half-rivvil, and some of the party members considered simply butchering both and be done with the whole nonsense, the halfblood walked away, duergar in tow.

To his mild surprise, Kel'drin'ar watched the orcblood he had brought along simply leaving, following the duo, vague promises of "better food" apparently stirring a decision in a creature utterly devoid of decision-making power.

In spite of himself, his lips curled into a sardonic smile.

Apparently, Rothè gravitate towards each other, after all.
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The Zau'Afin
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Expertly stroking her mandoline's chords, the female told him her story. She told it on her own, with the nonchalant ease, the careless abandon of someone who suffered a great deal, and now believed herself finally safe. Such is the greatest deception the spells of the City of Dark Weavings play on her denizens and visitors alike, a trick worthy of the best mages belonging to the School of Illusion.

She told him her name and allegiances. She told him where it all started, why she had to run away and how. She described her current situation in detail, and her expectations on things to come. She told him who supported her here, probably trying to impress him with the long shadow her Q'ellar casts, the power of its members. It probably would have worked, with someone else...

She claimed to have been a bright Sorcere student, and nobody would say so lightly. She also made her musical affinity well known as she weighed his reactions, and studied his armor, weapons and general attire, scanning for clues on his past that weren't there.

What she did NOT do, was ask his name. He did not see any reason to rectify that, as he walked outside of Gloura's Wings, soon to be swallowed by Sshamath's endless night.
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The Escaped Slave
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The Half-Drow Sorceress who claimed her name was Sanan kept looking at him even after he turned her back to her and began walking away. If he was to believe her story, she had been a slave her whole life, serving a certain House on the outskirts of a certain city. But believing anyone's claims in his world was almost always like trusting an Illithid with inspecting your head wound: a good way to end up being someone else's dessert.

He happened to know that House and city rather well, and even the Faern who had allegedly "experimented" on her. It was well known among few experts in this particular branch of lore (and he happened to be one of them...), that this specific Q'ellar had its grounds out of sight, away from prying eyes exactly in order to avoid issues due to their controversial practices...one of them being the large amount of halfblood slaves they made use of, which some powerful, well-known followers of the Spider Queen found particularly distasteful.

The background story was thus rather well-crafted, and seemed to hold water, the magical slave collar tattoed around her neck adding even more weight to it...however, she claimed she succeeded in her escape to Sshamath, a city she happened upon without actually planning to get to, by simply lucking upon a magic scroll containing a Traveling weave. The long experience serving a Wizardess of power taught him that was problematic for two reasons: the rarity and value of the needed spell components, the difficulty of the weave itself, and the degree of knowledge about the destination needed to even have a chance to perform it successfully. None of these obstacles are particularly comfortable to overcome in a slave's chains. Even less so when a Q'uellar Melzar has his eyes on one. Besides...her attitude was not what one would expect from a lifelong captive. He had seen (and captured...) his fair share of those, and she was...different.

Furthermore, her knowledge of the political state of the City of Dark Weavings was at odds with her claim to be "just" an escaped slave "recently" arrived without any preparation or prior cognition of the area...especially as far as her rights and status as an arcane caster were concerned...


"You said I can contact you here, but you haven't said your name...?"

He laughed softly, door half open:

"No. I haven't."

After a confused silence, long enough to become uncomfortable, he added:

"If you manage to decide on my proposal's merits before getting killed, ask of Blackblade. I suggest you do not wait too long..."

He was already leaving before finishing the last sentence, his heavy armor's metal singing a fading song as he walked away, darker than Sshamath's shadows.
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A Bake Sale in Sshamath?

What an odd cycle... R'ju was his name I found out after his friend, a male of some power, Tsuuka he said his name was, stated it openly in the bazaar. What a trickster.. a cute, masked trickster indeed! Had it not been for my keen eyes and ears to hear the spell he weaved... Mislead? I will have to look into this spell. He made me laugh selling cookies outside of Glouras. He said the sale had ended but he gave me one of them anyway. I thanked him and NO of course i didn't EAT it.. that would be crazy!! ... It was... odd. The note attached was even more curious... Surely the leader of our group, the Faern will know?

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But that story pales in comparison to the unlikely meeting I had while mapping the tunnels around the gnome city. Yes I know.. a whole city for Gnomes! Can you believe it!?? I was traveling along Deleting everything in my path when a bald, face tattooed Jaluk named V'ek approached me with an offer to be my guide and protector. Saying it was unwise to travel alone in the upperdark tunnels.

No sooner did he say that when a group of Surfacers appeared right before my very eyes! A mix of humans and an Elf! Thinking fast, I immediately introduced myself to them, while in shock and awe that they would even step foot in the depths below so casually. They said their names were Daishi Toratayo... a ronin from Kozakura, Takashi from Kozakura and Suga also from Kozakura. I asked where is that? They said very far east of Kara'tur. At that time another companion of V'ek's joined us invisible and hidden while i chatted up these surfacers from a foreign land.. his name was Jae'lak, we had met before in Goblin Lake. How fascinating and brazen even these surfacers were. The three of us went on our way to the tunnels of Kro's that was filled with Spiders and other vermin.. Large vermin leaving the Surfacers to fend for themselves.

But the story doesn't end there ... Oh no, while in the tunnels of the Labyrinth we ran into the surfacers again only this time they had two females with them! They said their names were Ella and Mina. Ella announced proudly that she was a Warmaiden of Talos and then charged her blade with a bolt of lightening to prove it. Mina was busy, she said, dealing with a fat bear. They were all very oddly pleasant and respectful.. We allowed them to go on their way.. I think to the Oghran Ruines. The three of us continued on our hunt then returned to Sshamath to sell the junk we found along the way. That was when I ran into R'ju and his Bake Sale... nevermind.

What an Epic Adventure it was... an Oddly Epic Adventure!
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Selvetarm's Faithful
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Nadriell swung his heavy warmace with both hands, speed blurring its contours. The deadly arc smashed through four opponents, crushing skulls, chests, arms, spines and pretty much anything else in the weapon's path. The other escaped slaves around him slashed and stabbed relentlessly, occasionally finding weak spots between his armor's plates, but if he did mind the pain, he did not show it. He would not be stopped.

Taking his eyes off the priest of Selvetarm, Kel'drin'ar concentrated on his own share of future corpses: in mere seconds, his dark sword had drinken humanoid blood from five different subjects, their maimed corpses littering the musty floor of the cave complex. Cleaning the entrails and life fluids on the bodies' rags before using his own special skin, he observed the spider-tattooed Jaluk one more time.

The priest had fallen to one knee, bleeding from several seemingly shallow cuts all around his body. But exhaustion had nothing to do with it: he was praying. As he muttered some dark invocation to his deity, the wounds closed, leaving his skin unmarked.

Blackblade did not consider himself easy to impress, and he had his mistress to remind him daily the wonders a devastatingly powerful mage calls "normality". Nonetheless, the gifts bestowed by the gods on their faithful never ceased to amaze him.
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The Recruit
She challenged him, inviting him to fight her. She did it after carelessly approaching them alone, casually showing off her tainted blood, openly questioning their skills and mocking the war party as a whole. He knew better than dueling unknown adventurers, but five pair of red eyes were fixed on him, watching his every move, trying to discover possible weak spots...He knew the price for showing any sign of weakness.
He needed no further invitation. By the time she uttered the last word of her challenge, his dark blade had already darted forward, hungry for the halfblood's flesh.

She was talented. She no doubt had Illythiiri training or equivalent, as she fought mixing elements of the Bautha Z'hin style, relying on light armor and agility to dodge blows, and the Draa Velve, the legendary two sword fighting few of his people actually employed despite what many kivvil thought in the World Above. But not talented enough for him, an almost three-hundred-year-old veteran of thousands of battles.

This wasn't some surface glade where moon (fun person) are free to dance around. It was a rather narrow tunnel, where his heavy armor and tower shield constituted an almost impenetrable defense, and the only dodging possible for his opponent was backwards. His black sword drew first blood soon enough, while her elegant attacks were rendered very predictable by the nature of the battlefield, and deflected effortlessly by his shield as he expertly allowed glancing hits to slide off his armor's plates harmlessly.

Frantically dodging backwards, she quickly drank a potion creating a displacement weave around her, but he closed his eyes and widened his swings' arcs to compensate, scoring more and more hits, lacerating her leathers and causing a multitude of shallow wounds bleeding copiously. By the time he had cornered her, she could barely stand. Two parries and a dodge later, she fell on her knees.

As he raised his weapon to end her life, he saw her necklace, the symbol of her organization. One did not live as long as he did in the Underdark without a sixth sense for making the right friends, avoiding the wrong enemies and, in general, making a habit NOT to waste potential resources.

Slowly, he lowered his blade, tossing her a healing concotion instead.


"Get yourself cleaned up and follow me. You are not going to die...yet"
This twisted culture got you feeding from its hand
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*Aly'drin can be seen dance stepping through Sshamath strumming her lute in an upbeat kinda song and singing very catchy lyrics. Who knows if its just a song or they actually mean something .... to someone... or noone?*
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*Strumming instrumental as she dance steps to the rhythm through Sshamath with a smile*

Varallas' got it's hustlers
The South's got it's bums
Darkwood's got big Jaluk walkin
He's a two weapon son of an Orc
Yeah, he big and dumb as a man can come
But he's stronger than a Mist Lake Roth
And when the bad folks all get together at night
You know they all call the big Jaluk boss, just because
And they say

You don't tug on Blackblade's cape
You don't look at dark Misstress undiciplined
You don't pull the mask off of old Soldriin
And you don't mess around with Him

A doot doot'n dah dee dee dee dee dee.
*strum strum strum strum strum*

Well outta Skullport came a Bardess
She say I'm lookin' for a Jaluk'n kin
I am a lute and sword wielding girl
My name is sure to be known within
But down home they call me Aly'drin
Yeah I'm lookin' for the king of the Darkwoods
well he's big an ugly and fat
Last week he took all my Plak'la
And it may sound funny
But I come to get my Plak'la back
And everybody Say That

don't you know

You don't tug on Blackblade's cape
You don't look at dark Misstress undiciplined
You don't pull the mask off of old Soldriin
And you don't mess around with Him

A doot doot'n dah dee dee dee dee dee.
*strum strum strum strum strum*

Well a hush fell over the Sava room
The Jaluk come boppin' in off the street
And when the cuttin' were done
The only part that wasn't bloody
Was the soles of the big Jaluk's feet
Yeah he were cut in in bout a hundred places
And he were blasted in a couple more
And you better believe
They sung a different kind of story
When the big Jaluk hit the floor

Ahoo O Ooo ..................... Now They Say

You don't tug on Blackblade's cape
You don't look at dark Misstress undiciplined
You don't pull the mask off of old Soldriin
And you don't mess around with ALY'DRIN

Hmm hmmim hmm hmm hmm mmm

*speaking this part with a wink and a grin*
Yeah, big Jaluk got what was comin' to him
Found out the hard way
And it's not hustlin' people strange to you
Even if you do got two weapons and think you're cool.
yeah...

You don't tug on Blackblade's cape
You don't look at dark Misstress undiciplined
You don't pull the mask off of old Soldriin
And you don't mess around with ALY'DRIN !!

Hmm Mmmm Hmmm ... Mmmmhmmm hmmm

*struming to the end with a knowing grin.*
Lady Elvina Aira-S'efarro - The Order of the Silver Rose
Salaria - Bounty Hunter half-sister of Darius Brothers
Angelina Northstar - Holy Warrior of Tyr / Knight of the Silver Rose
Matilda Stonehold - Honorable Sheild Dwarf
Loriah Swift - Morninglord of Lathander
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