In a quiet little corner of a the forest, a Lady cries...
Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 7:57 pm
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*If you seek to travel the depths of the most quiet forest and seek the outpost of Elves called Rillifane's Run in the common tongue, you will see that the popular shop called "Balque's Arcana" is draped in white linen, and the door locked closed.
The mood is somber. People wear white cloth ties at their wrists and it is said in rumor the temple of Rillifane, a dragon-born prince has been laid-out, soaked in essential oils of the woodland flowers, and will be cremated before the crescent moon rises.
And in the wood itself, long tattered robe, seemingly well-worn from mourning, a long tall figure wanders. The gold elf's hair shifts with the wind, red as a bonfire's embers, as she wanders weeping, a brooch shaped like a raven in silver, held clasped in her elegant fingers. If approached, like a ghost, her confident facade fades, she only says "Ielsi"."
*If you seek to travel the depths of the most quiet forest and seek the outpost of Elves called Rillifane's Run in the common tongue, you will see that the popular shop called "Balque's Arcana" is draped in white linen, and the door locked closed.
The mood is somber. People wear white cloth ties at their wrists and it is said in rumor the temple of Rillifane, a dragon-born prince has been laid-out, soaked in essential oils of the woodland flowers, and will be cremated before the crescent moon rises.
And in the wood itself, long tattered robe, seemingly well-worn from mourning, a long tall figure wanders. The gold elf's hair shifts with the wind, red as a bonfire's embers, as she wanders weeping, a brooch shaped like a raven in silver, held clasped in her elegant fingers. If approached, like a ghost, her confident facade fades, she only says "Ielsi"."