"Who is Tiandra?
She's the Summer Queen - the host of the court of stars. The mightiest of the archfey...
Yes, she could probably help you...
...if she wasn't dead."
All is still as the image of Tiandra fades away before your eyes.
You stand speechless on the top of the ruined watchtower Ranger Lord Calenon Thray calls home in the middle of Shinaelestra. The haze of twilight hasn't let up since you've appeared here.
You can almost hear the hopeless sigh of the magical binding of Samwell's plate armor, which now shimmers with an iridescent blue and green.
Another ranger races up the fragile circular staircase that rides the inner wall of the ruined watchtower. He holds in his hand a tip of an arrow.
"They've just managed to remove this from Thay'dil - they're patching up the rest of his wounds now, my lord."
She's the Summer Queen - the host of the court of stars. The mightiest of the archfey...
Yes, she could probably help you...
...if she wasn't dead."
All is still as the image of Tiandra fades away before your eyes.
You stand speechless on the top of the ruined watchtower Ranger Lord Calenon Thray calls home in the middle of Shinaelestra. The haze of twilight hasn't let up since you've appeared here.
You can almost hear the hopeless sigh of the magical binding of Samwell's plate armor, which now shimmers with an iridescent blue and green.
Another ranger races up the fragile circular staircase that rides the inner wall of the ruined watchtower. He holds in his hand a tip of an arrow.
"They've just managed to remove this from Thay'dil - they're patching up the rest of his wounds now, my lord."
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Posted on February 14, 2011 20:11
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