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A Familiar Face

It wasn’t movement Strigine noticed out of the corner of her eye, but rather the lack thereof. A single figure froze not far from her. She quirked a bushy brow and flicked her ruby gaze in his direction. The lad, though most would hardly call the bald Dark Iron man with a graying beard a lad but he was younger than Strig and that qualified him as far as she was concerned, was watching her with wide eyes. He’d paled to a sickly limestone color as she made eye contact.  He looked familiar. Her own eyes narrowed. Familiar was bad.
 

AQ: Soulstone Disposal

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"You can decide whether to burn this report or file it... As you know, Monette had charge of the soulstone, a (perhaps unnecessarily) complex travel plan that involved no portals, and a day to set her various plans in motion (my fault). In summary, our expedition was successful. We destroyed the soulstone and freed the corrupted dragon soul so that no one else can exploit it. Details follow.."

Fairsong Academy - Morthorn's Journal

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Normal. It’s a nice feeling. No more hot anxious days, dreading what might walk through that canvas doorway. You take things for granted — a hot bath, good food. I certainly won’t for a while. The first thing I checked was that my chapel was still standing, and it was, though the spiders had certainly done a good job of redecorating while I was away.

The Mirror Image.

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I arrived in Quel'Danas in the early evening. The sun had already begun setting, and I knew that it would be dark before long. I made my descent from the inland of the island toward the terrace's shoreline, my thoughts captivated by my imagination.

 

The Siege - Letter from Imralion

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Dear Aeramin,

It’s over. They found him.

Fairsong Academy - Terellion's Journal

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Sometimes it just doesn’t feel real, like there’s just been some mix-up and Father is fine and we’ll all laugh about it later. “Hey, remember when they told us you’d been killed? You sure fooled us all!” Most of the time when I’m going about my day, I forget — because it’s not really real yet. I guess it won’t be until they’re able to recover him from the rubble.

The Servant Girl

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The noble golden Templar walked up the cathedral steps into the church, his armor seemed to glow the further he walked into the holy building. The Knight walked into the building, the bright sun light coming from the pane glass windows filled the room with light, the candles along the path way fill the building with a smoky view of the alter that stood at the top of the cathedral. The cathedral seemed a little crowded during the afternoon mass, but he made his way to the doors on the right hand side.

I Should Probably Be Worried - Soms Journal

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Well.  So I didn't spend the night sleeping in that abandoned house in Old Silvermoon.  I spent the night sleeping in the Hall right where they took me when they rescued us.  Constantly watched over by multiple parties.  Also apparently early this morning I woke up and insisted it was time to shower and wandered off to do so.  Which coincides with about when I woke up in that abandoned house.

I have no fucking idea how I got there or why.

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The Lady in Waiting.

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I met a woman recently. Her name is Azileigh, a Lady in Waiting to Alyadria for the Hand of Belore. I have been making efforts to get acquainted with everyone within the Order, but lately I find myself returning to visit with her every afternoon. She is cheerful and rather pleasant company, it is no feat making the effort to see why she is so beloved by many within the Order.

Last night SUCKED - Soms journal

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So apparently I'm back to waking up in strange places.  One of the wrecked houses in Old Silvermoon, woke up in the master bedroom, curled on the foot of the bed.  Man, I was in bad shape, covered in super nasty caked sweat.  I mean, it was kinda oily and just foul, smelled evil.  I know, weird, but there's no other way to describe it, it just smelled of ancient rot and malevolence, evil beyond the mind of mortals.

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