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 Therens elven ears perk up a bit. "A ranger you say? What conclave?" he then notices the sad smile. "He has passed on, hasn't he?"

 "Ah yes. He was caught in a riot and someone..." she shook her head "Past stories, best not to dwell."

 Theren sighs. "Sorry for your loss. It must've been tough."

 "Mn." she said and stared at the floor for a moment before smiling "he was a good man, i think you wouldve enjoyed his company." she said and nodded

 Theren smiles a bit. "I enjoy most peoples company, unless they've done something to make me mad. Or they are the gods."

 "H m." She said as her hand suddenly went to her sword 

 Theren eyes the weapon.

 "You know how to get rid of gods or angels?" she asked and tilted her head. 

 Theren nods. "Yeah, its not that hard."

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*good morning friends!!!!*

*how's everyone doing?*

 *EXISTENT.*

*I also made a new characters and i really like her :3*

 *oooo, lemme see!*

 

Some stories are often forgotten within the sands of time. We hear them from our parents or grandparents who heard it from theirs but as we grow older, we often forget them. 

Let me tell you a story friend. Its about a woman who hid herself from the world because of an angel.

 

Elise was no more than 5 when Titus had began visiting her. He whispered in her ears, trying to set her on the path of good. There was a fatal flaw in his plan however, humans are not good nor evil. They are simply humans. 

Elise has denied his words from entering her mind for years until her adopted brother, a turquoise-skinned teifling by the name of Maddox, was killed in a riot in town. That day, her wings sprouted from her back, featherless and made entirely from celestial bone. Titus watched as his little creation formed from the rage of loosing what she held dear and he almost told the gods of what had happened, but he was to fascinated by her anger to do so.

He stood before her, offering his hand and guidance and she took it. He showed her who had murdered her brother and she brought down her sword, cleaving his head in twain.

When her eyes were no longer clouded by anger, she saw what she had done. She had taken a life and that was a horrible sin. She renounced Titus, cursing him for letting her do this. He noticed her pain but he was to infatuated with her sins to care. He continued to follow her around until she took her sword and removed his head from his shoulder.

Her blade, now coated in the blood of a celestial, was cursed to never leave her as a final act of gleeful vengeance by Titus. If she ever tried to get rid of it, her hands would catch aflame with holy fire. 

 

The door opened slowly as a woman, about 30 or so, peeks her head in. She has long, white-blonde hair that flows around her shoulder like a cloak. Her skin is fair but horribly pale, her cheeks dappled with silver freckles. Her eyes are bright gold and are flecked with dots of jet black. She wears black plate armor that has seen wars and battles. Sheathed on her hip is a longsword with a silver blade. Bandages peek out from the breaks in his plate armor, wrapping around her chest tightly. 

She moves inside and makes her way to a table by the window, keeping her head down and eyes on the ground. She sits down and stares out the window, her thumb running over her blade.

 *[rapid clapping]*

*I love it! I don't have a proper person to talk to them yet, but I'll be introing soon*

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 Phoenix smiles. "I'm glad you are ok."

the kids detach themselves from her. "this is her right!? The one you told all the cool stories about?" Cecilia asks.

 "You know i am" he says and chuckles, pecking his cheek.

"Oh dear gods." she mutters before narrowing her eyes at Theren.

 Phoenix smiles happily.

"Hey they were good stories of you saving my butt over and over!"

 Once they get inside, he plops down on the couch and sighs.

"S T I L L" she said and rubbed the bridge of her nose.

 Phoenix sits down next to him.

There pulls her to her feet. "What? Are you mad at me?"

 Jack nuzzles him before chuckling "So how in the nine realms of hell did you get a ring of three wishes. What stings did you have to pull hm?"

"I- I DONT NEED TO BE KNOWN AS A HERO BY CHILDREN." she whisper hissed and sighed 

 Phoenix shrugs. "I explore."

"Why not?!" he whispers back. "Your an amazingly cool person Lore!"

 "Seems like a black market thing." he teases. 

"STILL." she said "Once someone is labeled, they are expected to do that which they have been named."

 Phoenix frowns

"They dont expect that of you! They are just stories Lore!"

 "I joke Phoenix, i know your not shady." he said before a sly smile appears on his face "unless you areeee?"

Lore sighs "Still." then she notices the kids are watching and smiles "Kids, i am no hero ok?"

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 Therens elven ears perk up a bit. "A ranger you say? What conclave?" he then notices the sad smile. "He has passed on, hasn't he?"

 "Ah yes. He was caught in a riot and someone..." she shook her head "Past stories, best not to dwell."

 Theren sighs. "Sorry for your loss. It must've been tough."

 "Mn." she said and stared at the floor for a moment before smiling "he was a good man, i think you wouldve enjoyed his company." she said and nodded

 Theren smiles a bit. "I enjoy most peoples company, unless they've done something to make me mad. Or they are the gods."

 "H m." She said as her hand suddenly went to her sword 

 Theren eyes the weapon.

 "You know how to get rid of gods or angels?" she asked and tilted her head. 

 Theren nods. "Yeah, its not that hard."

 "Good. Take this then." she said and pulled her longsword from her sheath. She handed it to Theren.

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*good morning friends!!!!*

*how's everyone doing?*

 *EXISTENT.*

*I also made a new characters and i really like her :3*

 *oooo, lemme see!*

 

Some stories are often forgotten within the sands of time. We hear them from our parents or grandparents who heard it from theirs but as we grow older, we often forget them. 

Let me tell you a story friend. Its about a woman who hid herself from the world because of an angel.

 

Elise was no more than 5 when Titus had began visiting her. He whispered in her ears, trying to set her on the path of good. There was a fatal flaw in his plan however, humans are not good nor evil. They are simply humans. 

Elise has denied his words from entering her mind for years until her adopted brother, a turquoise-skinned teifling by the name of Maddox, was killed in a riot in town. That day, her wings sprouted from her back, featherless and made entirely from celestial bone. Titus watched as his little creation formed from the rage of loosing what she held dear and he almost told the gods of what had happened, but he was to fascinated by her anger to do so.

He stood before her, offering his hand and guidance and she took it. He showed her who had murdered her brother and she brought down her sword, cleaving his head in twain.

When her eyes were no longer clouded by anger, she saw what she had done. She had taken a life and that was a horrible sin. She renounced Titus, cursing him for letting her do this. He noticed her pain but he was to infatuated with her sins to care. He continued to follow her around until she took her sword and removed his head from his shoulder.

Her blade, now coated in the blood of a celestial, was cursed to never leave her as a final act of gleeful vengeance by Titus. If she ever tried to get rid of it, her hands would catch aflame with holy fire. 

 

The door opened slowly as a woman, about 30 or so, peeks her head in. She has long, white-blonde hair that flows around her shoulder like a cloak. Her skin is fair but horribly pale, her cheeks dappled with silver freckles. Her eyes are bright gold and are flecked with dots of jet black. She wears black plate armor that has seen wars and battles. Sheathed on her hip is a longsword with a silver blade. Bandages peek out from the breaks in his plate armor, wrapping around her chest tightly. 

She moves inside and makes her way to a table by the window, keeping her head down and eyes on the ground. She sits down and stares out the window, her thumb running over her blade.

 *[rapid clapping]*

*I love it! I don't have a proper person to talk to them yet, but I'll be introing soon*