You reach the dark elven city of U'rune, a place spoken of in hushed whispers in taverns or mentioned at length in books, at sundown. Immediately before you rises what at first appears to be a cliff. After scaling it via a staircase cut into the rock, you find yourself looking down on the city itself. Ringing the crater are tall towers, each one with a large soft violet point at the top, like a lighthouse, visible for many kilometers around. Your eyes next fall upon a long staircase that leads down into the upper city. As you descend it, many dark elves look upon you with suspicion. After walking for a very long time, you finally reach the bottom, greeting a ranger stationed at the base of the staircase. She glares at you but says nothing as you continue down a long wide street with large, foreboding buildings on both sides.
Continuing onward, the cobbles clicking under your boots, you pass many dark el
Nolestia looked silently out the window in her bedchamber, her extravagant black silken nightgown hanging delicately from her pale shoulders. Lightning flashed in the distance, illuminating the barren stretch of wasteland between her kingdom and the bordering one. Harsh thunder rattled the windows, causing the sorceress to sigh heavily. Things had grown too quiet since her return home. The neighbouring kingdoms seemed almost reluctant to so much as set a toe in her lands. She was grateful for that fact. The winds, however, carried with them and air of unrest, an air of something that had been building and would soon arrive.
There was an echoing thump against her chamber door, followed by a second one. "Enter," she called, lightly pulling her nightgown shut. The heavy wooden door soundlessly swung inward and a goblin carrying a roll of parchment in his filthy hands entered the chamber.&
Nefriene awoke and smiled, looking into her lover's face. The hedgehog demon looked so peaceful sleeping curled up slightly under the blankets, having gone to bed clinging to her. "Eve " the cat demon purred softly, carefully scooting out of her warm bed, trying not to wake the hedgehog demon. It had been a very long time since she'd had the house to herself early in the morning; usually Eve woke first but was still until she woke. Sometimes Nef wondered if it bothered her wife that she slept in later but quickly reminded herself that she was more or less doing the same thing this morning.
She yawned slightly and stretched, a light mew escaping her lips before she went through her morning routine of a shower, some personal hygiene, and choosing an outfit. Nef looked at her reflection, at the numerous piercings in her longer than usual ears and at her emerald green eyes. She'd always liked the colour o
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Soft breath escaped her lips as she ran, throwing a look over her shoulder every now and then, her pursuer wasn't gaining, she was losing ground. Suddenly, the pavement rushed up to meet her, her hands felt the numbing pain of the fall, her palms were scuffed and bleeding. She tried to get up but grunted when she felt the intense pain of someone's knee driving into her back. He pulled her arms behind her back and she felt the cool metal of shackles around her wrists, he'd finally caught her.
"Why'd you run?" the police officer asked, slamming her over the hood of his car. She didn't respond right away, still breathing heavily from the intense running. "Why'd you run?" he repeated, patting her right thigh, feeling for anything she might have. "Do you have any guns, knives, anything that's gonna stick me?" he asked, receiving more silence. "Well?"
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She swung hard, her armoured right fist colliding with her opponent's chest, crushing the breastplate protecting it. He grunted in pain and attempted to ram his gladius into her neck through the gap in her armour, but she shoved him away. She took a long, slow breath and exhaled, her breath fogging. The condensation manifested into a large, rhombus shaped wall before solidifying into her heavy dual blade.
Her hands locked shut around two of the four grips and she hoisted it into the air, spinning it quickly in her hands as though it weighed nothing. His eyes went wide as he watched her display of skill, his grip on the small buckler in his left hand turned white-knuckled and he brought his sword up into a defensive stance just before she charged. He watched her approach, the blue and white-clad warrior who had defeated all her opponents without breaking a sweat; just who was she? What was she?
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