Architectural details from Sunhold
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One Nice Bug Per Day

if i look back, i am lost
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

祝日 / Permanent Vacation

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ojovivo
trying on a metaphor
dirt enthusiast
noise dept.
YOU ARE THE REASON

Andulka

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AnasAbdin

oozey mess
almost home

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Architectural details from Sunhold
Rellenthil
This quest. ♥ ♥ ♥
Breaches of Frost and Fire: The Rift
Another high elf? Why are there so many of you in this moons-forsaken city? Oh, right. It is your city. How can Nuzon forget when you make that abundantly clear.
Nuzon
Area near Geirmund's Hall
Russafeld Heights
You must know the legend of Nenamil, Archon of Song. He was an orphan and poet, and would often sing of the beauty of Mara. He felt that he could feel no greater love than that of the Goddess who was mother of all creation. Nenamil wished for nothing more than to see Mara herself. He searched all of Summerset, visiting holy sites and seeking rumors of her presence. Then one day he came upon the most exquisite of flowers, beautiful roses that seemed to shine in the light. He realized the truth. Mara wasn't a mere being, but rather beauty itself. Her goodness was in all exquisite things such as the rose he had found. He dedicated his life to teaching that. His rose has been used to Honor Mara ever since.
Justiciar Tanurion
Breaches of Frost and Fire: Eastmarch
Breaches of Frost and Fire: Stonefalls
Eldbur Ruins
There are layers to understanding all things,” said Sotha Sil. “The common man looks at an object and fits it into a place in his way of thinking. Those skilled in the Old Ways, in the way of the Psijic, in Mysticism, can see an object and identify it by its proper role.”
Artaeum
My altmers have come home.
Ahemmusa Camp