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Isilas presided over the small service for his friend. His friend had died in combat against the Renilyr, who had not as Isilas had imagined, given up when they lost their leadership. They had apparently fought tooth and nail all but the children who were now in orphanages around the city. He sighed heavily. This was for Uruns friends, and he looked around the room at the people who were present. Pharum Hidaka, arch-mage of the city, and headmaster of the Academy of Sorcery, was present his black hair hanging to his shoulders, and held o


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Isilas smiled at his brother, Morlien, as they walked into the treetop village that neighbored Syraen, the city of crystal spires. Renilyr as it was called was small, even by the standards of the clans, but situated in a key place in the wood, and was nessacery for his desperate attempt. He brushed his shoulder-length silvery blond hair back out of his eyes and behind his pointed ears, and took a deep breath as they reached the building in the tree-village that housed their ruling council, the Axansambe. Unlike most clans, which was ruled by one single elf, this cl
I found your hideout on the Internet.
I am now watching you.
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"'That crazy bastard.'
'He's not so crazy,' Dunbar said. 'He swears he's not going to fly to Bologna.'
'That's just what I mean,' Dr. Stubbs answered. 'That crazy bastard may be the only sane one left.'"
--Joseph Heller, Catch-22
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To sum it all up, if you want to write , if you want to create, you must be the most sublime fool that god ever turned out and sent rambling. ~Ray Bradbury
"You not an artiest your a whore" ~Saliva
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