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Dark Elements
I was once a Dark Elf Necromancer, like every other Dark Elf that didn't want his back stabbed in a dangerous city like Neriak.. I was hunting once in the forest of Nektulous when I heard a series of shouts from the bridge that spans the small river. Of course having nothing better to do at the time, I dashed over and tried to stay out of sight; a grim reminder nothing is safe in these lands.
I saw a small gnome, the first one I had seen in my life! He was fighting some of the dragoons, and he was winning! I couldn't believe my own eyes, the gnome was a magician. With his pet keeping the frontlines back, he was blowing through rank after rank of Dark Elf guards. He soon finished up what was left, but from the scorch marks I could tell he had put quite a dent in our guards numbers. He walked out to the bridge and picked up....a small trinket. I couldn't believe myself, why had he taken all the trouble for such a worthless bauble? It was then he began casting a spell, and before my eyes I saw a layer of transparent Plate mail fold over him, he then just toddled off the bridge with his pet in tow, back into the darkness.
I knew what I had to do then. I had to have that power. Unfortunately nobody in Neriak likes a caster - the only revered ones are those whom worship Innoruuk, like the cleregy and necromatic order. I knew I was going to do it anyways, no matter how painful.. I stripped off my deathly robes and ran back to the city, from there I moved out into the real world after being exiled from Neriak for my practices, and I've learned to blend with Human society, but I doubt I'll ever be truly connected to them. I'll always know this power was worth the shunning of all people.
Atwight Darkelements, Dark Elf Magician
Druzzil Ro Server
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