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originally posted in:The New Dojo
1/13/2018 1:06:40 AM
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[i]”although I like the forest and nature, my magic comes from more arcane sources.”he says
waving his hand a blue dragon made of sparking light appears[/i]
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“So long as The sources are treated with respect, I see no reason to hold the ways you obtain your abilities against you.” [b][i]She said, smiling a bit.[/i][/b]
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[i]”so what made you love nature so much” lysanther asks [spoiler]i don’t know what to talk about [/spoiler][/i]
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“As I said, mostly the secluded nature. My upbringing was also a big part, I grew up in, as many would call it, tribal life. My people’s religion was the Spirits in all life.” [b][i]She said happily.[/i][/b]
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[i]”Where do you live” he asks. “Like I know you live in this forest, but I don’t see any giant tree houses or stuff like that. My ancestors lived I’m majestic tree villages. I don’t know why I didn’t grow up in one. For some reason, orphan me, was raised by humans in a library. I easily surpassed all my teachers, becoming a genius. I would go out in nature all the time, I loved it, it was in my blood. But for some reason I don’t remember grand elven forests, just the library I grew up in. Oh that was way off topic. Anyways, where exactly do you live [/i] [spoiler]and what time of day is it [/spoiler]
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“I live out here, actually.” [b][i]She said, standing up.[/i][/b] “I’m currently constructing my lodging in the forests of you’d like to see it.”
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[i] “Sure” The elf says, picking up his violin [/i]
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[i][b]She began walking, gesturing for him to follow.[/b][/i] “Oh, also, don’t mind the spirit animals or Forest Guardian you might see. They’re with me, just to make sure no harm befalls me or my friends.”
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[i] “He follows her through the forest, sometimes playing the violin while walking”[/i]
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[b][i]Eventually they would come upon the sene described above, as she led him up the staircase into the trees. He could see the platforms physically growing off the trees, made of their branches and vines, while others are suspends in air by vines. The light shone just overhead, not yet noon but almost. She smiled as they climbed.[/i][/b] “It’s beautiful, is it not?”
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[i]”it is Beautiful” he said. Once he gets to the top, he starts playing a hauntingly beautiful but sad melody on his violin [/i]
