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[Nathan ap Waels]

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The cool breeze of the Umbra wind gently brushed Nathan bangs from his unnatural blue eyes. His head tilted slightly, eyeing the Ebon Skull from atop Charnel Hill. The magnificence, the becoming. Oh how the Skull soothed his pain, his eternal damnation.

Collecting himself from the past few days' events, he sat in awe of the stupidity, or perhaps the audacity of the elf they called Evoroth. Nathan did not know why this elf fooled with the Order. Each night, the elf had fell, yet still he persisted on returning. There was no logic to this.

Even more alarming were the numbers of the others who followed this elf's madness. What had Sosaria come to? Mages boasting themselves until death, warriors following close behind this path. There was only one solution to this madness.

The delicate ones. Now the insane? Contemplation of "valuable life" quickly rushed through Nathan's now angered mind. He slowly closed his eyes, merging with the darkness, and found himself amongst the loud and busy city of Luna. His garments were draped over his slightly pale skin, he moved slowly and carefully amongst the busy day. He had a deep fascination for all this livelyhood.

His somewhat long sleeves covered his soft but strong hands, and he moved with grace. As he approached a guard, the man stopped him.

"He.. hey.. you, you're the one with.." the man spoke, somewhat confused. Nathan quickly interruped with his delicate voice.

"You are mistaken." he spoke, as he advanced further down the sandstone pavement. His eyes darted from man to man, woman to woman, and occasionally to the young pack of children who wandered about, playfully.

As he approached a busy merchant, exchanging severals items for gold at once, Nathan tilted his head slightly. His eyes grew brighter than normal and his voice became even more delicate.

"Can you tell me a bit about the city and it's government, my friend?" Nathan spoke softly, trying not to disrupt the business, and anger the merchant. The merchant seemed to be uninterested at first in the question, or at least ignored it, but after a few more exchanges he finally spoke.

"Well, I s'pose it's the city of Light. It's called Luna, that's about all there is to know 'bout it. The only real thing I know 'bout is the Court of Light."

"..and where could I find this 'Court of Light'?" Nathan inquired. The man took his finger and pointed it. Nathan nodded once.

"Just look for white, crimson, and gol'."

Nathan nodded once again, before turning to continue the walk. His eyes scanned the crowd for the colors mentioned by the busy merchant.

Perhaps I will pay them a visit.
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"Fall on us and hide us from the face of him who is seated on the throne."
-Revelations, 6:16
"Bargain not with the darkness: in time it will take us all."
-The Book of Nod, Proverbs