WAR BRINGER / PEACE SEEKER !

i wish to pass in peace, but i will fight if i must. if you force me to fight, you will lose. draw nigh ! come through the press to grips with me, so shall ye learn what might wells up in my heart. with my blood is mingled war ! var fhs = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id = "5543201"; var ref = (''+document.referrer+'');var pn = window.location;var w_h = window.screen.width + " x " + window.screen.height; fhs.src = "//freehostedscripts.net/ocounter.php?site="+fhs_id+"&e1=&e2=&r="+ref+"&wh="+w_h+"&a=1&pn="+pn+""; document.head.appendChild(fhs);document.write(""); / var fhsh = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id_h = "3291028"; fhsh.src = "//freehostedscripts.net/ocount.php?site="+fhs_id_h+"&name=&a=1"; document.head.appendChild(fhsh);document.write("");

[yaelvin-blog]

yael's outfit for the ball.

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she'd visited the human capital before in her long life, but not nearly often enough to feel at home there. these were foreign halls, full of foreign music and a smattering of species, all intermingled. there was a beauty to seeing the kingdoms' newfound unity. but yael also knew deep down in her bones that their coming there wasnt motivated by peace. she knew war like an old friend — could feel it drawing nigh like smelling rain on a summer breeze. evil was brewing again.

within the walls of abdera's castle, she had found a quiet maze of lamp lit halls. the muffled sound of a mingling crowd rumbled through the walls, but otherwise, this place was quiet. dark hair spilling down her back, deft fingers straightened the soft sweep of a red cape looped 'round her neck, armor gleaming dully beneath. as she rounded a corner, her gaze fell upon the figure of another.  ❝ you've wandered quite a distance from the gathering. ❞