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I
swear if I could only reach you,
by my blood, I swear no good.
I swear if I could only reach you,
I'll show you compassion, compassion of a sacrifice." - Icon of Coil "Shallow
Nation
The castle rises like the skeletal spine of a great decayed dragon from the
hamlet of Mournbury. Its rooms are many and cold, black stone insulating
the heart of its construction with a zealous fervency.
He sits in one such room, shielded from the creeping cold by a fire that crackles unperturbed in the hearth. Soaring bookshelves fence him in, though he seems content, perched in the arms of a deskchair his fingers curled around the stem ofa quill. Now and then he frowns thoughtfully, tilting his head to swipe long slate blue tresses back behind a delicately pointed ear.
There are many stories about the Lord of Mournbury, and while most of them are nothing more than the fantastic weavings of spinsters with nothing more to entertain themselves with but gossip, some swear others are true.
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| Though a quirky individual, Voltaire's knowledge of herbs is unsurpassed. She can be relied upon to supply me with whatever plant I require, whether for spell, potion or charm. | Alyvdos is my very capable chief blacksmith. His battledome legend goes a long way to prove his worth in the ring, and few pets are fool hardly enough to try the smith's temper anymore. |
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Significant Other None, for Lornevar's tastes are unorthodox at best. Perhaps one day... |
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Level: 2
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Total Battles:
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Intelligence:
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Battles Won: 0
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Ties:
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