[Folian]

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When the skies turned red
to mourn the dead
all did know dread.
That damned sword through the head...

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Little stands changed amongst the halls of the Waystone. A new generation begins its heralding within its confines, new accommodations slowly raised...

And yet one can't seem to shake the feeling that something's off.

The Proprietor stands a changed man, a lack of humanity apparent in his features.
Taloned hands and a serpentine eye of scarlet.

A threat thought vanquished so long ago.

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"You sure spent the last few years mullin' that decision over, haven't ya, Aurella? Suppose it was only a matter of time before you made your choice once and for all.

Perhaps I woulda been better off leavin' you in blissful ignorance, but the heart of a bitter old man like me's just too damn big... 'Cause I'm afraid I've got too many things left unfinished-- Too many names left t'cross off the list, to go cuttin' things off too early.

For old time's sake, lets leave somethin' worthy of song for ages t'come now, eh?

Oh, and for the record... I did find her. Don't expect me to go down easy."

DEADLY

CAP: 3

DATE: Monday, February 21st, 6PM EST