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An Aslaran bureaucrat of Hallifax.Charcoal, fine pencils and rubbers.  - By Elyse

Beckoner of Nightmares: The path of Ebon drifts unto her in the blessing of a Black Star, Their cinder streets forming pathways yet undiscovered. This sorrow burns slower than passion, yet it is hot enough to reforge those strong enough to bear it. A winding veil of sacrifice, of loss, it shrouds and encompasses even as it reveals. The soul cannot find happy solace here, but contentment in knowing. - By Persayis

 Homecoming : After helping the gnomes of Newton repair their portal, I stepped through it into the land of Lolliprin and the Smoke Mountain to find and bring home the lost gnome explorers.  - By Ragnhar

"Gears are always in motion". Or at least that's what we say in Magnagora. Whether one person is of use, or is not, it doesn't matter much. Everybody is a gear in the gigantic clockwork. But for some people, their gears are turning. In their head, in their body, they are always moving and acting. And all Magnagorans are the same, a gas mask on the face, the subtle reds and poisonous greens caressing the body.The gears are always in …

A courtship begun by flowers and friendship becomes more with each passing day.Ever a new surprise around the corner...=================================================Nausicaa,The sound of Love is a flutter,That comes with crimson hair... Making my mind a clutter,As I try not to stare...Flowers can only enhance,The elegant visage before me...Wear them when we dance...Whenever that may be!And I'll sing your praises,Upon my bardic lyre I play,As my heart sends blazes...To the muse inspiring me this day!- Themius Dreyriandi - By Themius

.. though not always nicely! In his hunt against the ever ferocious butterfly, Nalannur incidentally smashed Thesia's flower. Standing back watching the scene unfold before him, Pestilence laughs evilly at Thesia's plight. - By Arimisia

Sometimes even a mask can't hide you.. - By Glint

So quick, the lichseed, as its tendrils sink deep. The necromantic essence that stopped her heart and drew a final, desparing breath from her lungs. She lies there in agony, frozen in fading wonder. This tiny little gift bestowing to her a new life, a new un-life. A cold existence of Undeath. - By Persayis

Meleris just doesn't compare..  Master Ravenwood is more frightening to stand by, or near.. - By Glint

A Illithoid Geomancer preparing for combat as his body takes the tole of Geomancy and its effects. - By Elyse