In the evening, sometimes shelters in our forest, we manage to capture the dark elves distant echoes brought by winds magic.
These faint voices that go beyond the barriers of space and time, probably ignored by the same Khaine our Lord, bring the stories of famous bards of other worlds and other times, for some reason, the secret of which has not yet been revealed to our elderly, interact with the elemental forces of nature that create the mystical energy that is the source of our magic.
Many of these stories tell of impossible love and secret passions, and among the rustling of the leaves of our forests, in the summer evenings with a full moon, it is sometimes possible to pick some names and fragments of their lives, so alien to the customs and traditions of our race. They told stories
of people, we will never know whether mythical or real, called Othello and Desdemona and their racial problems, Romeo and Juliet separated by deep inter-clan feuds, Geneva and Lancelot and sorrow bring mixed feelings of passion and loyalty to their king and so many more tragic stories and deep, always inspiring songs and legends so powerful that you can reach us from distant worlds.
Unfortunately, our world is not immune from the rise of feelings and passions, adverse to the god Khaine himself, that transcend barriers of race and factions, and undermine the foundations of creation and what needs to be because of habit and by nature. I myself, in my daily consultation with the magic bowl, I have noted the truth of everything and, with horror, realizing that what is involved in even a revered member of our guild. Unable to believe I carefully peeled the section zzz.mmorpg-gorthor.go/forums (I never understood why the pages of the bowl should always have such complicated names) of the basin, and between banks and the other (I remember one day writing a most charming magician-mail to the head of the book for me to explain that magic is this "ban") and I had some confirmation of this immodesty. Between
autoglorificarsi Wizards human kissed by good fortune to have been ignored by the hand and sight of the great balance of power (actually, however, a bit 'less blessed with genetics: with all those horrid hair carrot), esercitucoli shape of the other faction who sing their deeds to be able at least to launch at least the only spell they know (again, I read a strange definition: "monotasto" ... oh, well. ... other thing to ask the chief magician) to win the battles fought cowardly only in ten to one ratio, proof of shame was there, she and he are exchanging messages as if they were enemies and as if they were of different races.
you, a member of the hated cousins, named Saphira, and sword master of the profession: the enemy but still honorable and respected enemy. He
a human brute hairy and called ... ... .. argh, er cof cof ... must have been a small resurgence of dark magic that I went through ... I was saying, his name is reprehensible ... ... .. ugh unf ... (Hmmmm I think we sorcerers proverbial loyalty prevents me from publicly denounce a guild mate ... actually ... perhaps more honestly, keeps me from Chosen to report a very short-tempered than 200 pounds of weight running grunting waving a sword than 2 meters) .
Taking apart a moment .. names are not important, the fact is serious in itself, the incompatibility is still evident.
you turn perfectly dressed and tanned (but why those damn high elves, cousins \u200b\u200bhated, always top of our tailors and hairdressers? Already I'm forced to ride behind a stinking mess of orcs and humans, who do not know what they are peasants, but at least I would put it in a decent) and by his own admission brings with it in the bag, what is necessary for high elf of good family: for make-up kit (that envy, I wish I had too), anvil and truncheons. It also seems that the sword has signed Zölch & Zabban (and I think that I still use a bracket of the collection two years ago .... Arghhhh ... I still feel the poisonous comments of those gossipy other dark elves).
him, with his bad temper, does not stop turn to our camps always crunching the damn white lion's paw (at least stopped to chew with his mouth open, boo) insults at every turn with that damn accent that is certain is that the mountains in the Inevitable City will be crazy, but at least they do not speak so guttural ... Already
is ugly and hairy (and is at pains to point this out stirring often naked). At least those on the armor of a beautiful pink and trendy but nothing, I tried to invite him to the next Elf Pride but the enthusiasm with which he agreed not bode well ...
One hope remained to me: that this is not true and that the pan magic mint and that everything is cleared up.
I therefore appeal to our editor Janx (he is fascia, I have to ask him to lend me this necklace that he bought new ... although some say that the evil had to be Jude ... that he too has succumbed to the side Dark ?...) to take charge of interviewing the protagonists of this story, or to collect their statements, and is our bulletin board to post in this sylvan so that the truth is revealed to all.
