Lyr’andor
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Between these three Kingdoms, a balance had been struck at the end of the third era. War died down, the need for soldiers decreased. When the soldiers left, the beasts and monsters moved in to the many forts, keeps, and outposts that the war had forgotten.
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‘And that, my dear apprentice, is how you slay a giant. Now, lets return to the guild. This bounty paid well.’
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If they are the ones to bring about our destruction, then I shall walk willingly into the maw of the apocalypse, my heart wide open.
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We all stared with great anticipation for what came next. Three steps. That’s all it took to captivate us all.
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When they first arrived, the Synvari were feared as bringers of apocalypse and corrupters of mortal souls.
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They move with an ethereal grace and with expert precision, and are well known for their too-perfect charm and winning charisma.
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They are a proud species with rich, ancient traditions, and harbour a strong curiosity for the world outside their homeland.
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“We are the Avalrys, and the stars have come to bring the gift of law, order and mercy to this land.”
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To those of us who wandered lost, and were guided to its doors, Silverheart meant something different. Silverheart meant family.
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When we found their leader, foot at the neck of the fallen warchief of a failed Orcish night-raiding party, his long wings outstretched in victory, we knew they were not our antagonists. They were our protectors.
