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"As the dawn of my early years draws to a close my interactions with the elves of Tel'Ruid have made certain memories take shape. most of my memories were surpressed and I thank you Strongbow and Lylander who unknown to them have helped to remind me of my past"
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When I was still young by even humans standards my mother (a priestess of her order of the small high elven village where she was raised)was beautiful she had long raven hair and rose red lips with sparkling emerald eyes and My father (a priest of Corellon Larethian of the same village) was darker in skin tone but not anywhere close to being mistaken for a drow, with light green eyes and dark brown hair. They decided to travel the world of britainia and see what that world had to offer them. They raised me in the ways of the elves though never taught me the ways of their order and religon that was so apart of them in their early lives. As we went from town to town my stays were filled with magery and swords. As I neared my twenty fifth year my parents were attacked by drow while I was at one of my lessons. When I returned from my training I found them locked togerther in death. I vowed that I vowed I would avenge them. I traveld the world seaching for the drow but never realized they lived underground. My rage never lifted from my control and never has anyone ever seen my anger exept for Lylander who has seen me in battle. my friends I thank you for bringing the memory of them back to me after so many years of blackness. I thank everyone for hearing my story too as badly told as it is.

Nira Stomwhisper

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> "As the dawn of my early years draws to a close my interactions with the elves of Tel'Ruid have made certain memories take shape. most of my memories were surpressed and I thank you Strongbow and Lylander who unknown to them have helped to remind me of my past" > **************************************************************************************** > When I was still young by even humans standards my mother (a priestess of her order of the small high elven village where she was raised)was beautiful she had long raven hair and rose red lips with sparkling emerald eyes and My father (a priest of Corellon Larethian of the same village) was darker in skin tone but not anywhere close to being mistaken for a drow, with light green eyes and dark brown hair. They decided to travel the world of britainia and see what that world had to offer them. They raised me in the ways of the elves though never taught me the ways of their order and religon that was so apart of them in their early lives. As we went from town to town my stays were filled with magery and swords. As I neared my twenty fifth year my parents were attacked by drow while I was at one of my lessons. When I returned from my training I found them locked togerther in death. I vowed that I vowed I would avenge them. I traveld the world seaching for the drow but never realized they lived underground. My rage never lifted from my control and never has anyone ever seen my anger exept for Lylander who has seen me in battle. my friends I thank you for bringing the memory of them back to me after so many years of blackness. I thank everyone for hearing my story too as badly told as it is. > Nira Stomwhisper
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