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#Post#: 407475--------------------------------------------------
☾Willow☽
By: Gia Date: August 19, 2016, 7:35 pm
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“THALIAAAAAAA!”
If Thalia’s legs could cover more ground any faster, her heart
wouldn't be beating so harshly as she tracked along the soggy
mud, crushing autumn leaves beneath her bare feet, the copper
veins glistening as the sun set above her. Various eyes peeked
over the horizon to see what had caused such a fuss, and when
they realised it was her, the animals and faes alike shook their
head, going back to whatever they were doing. The young girl
takes a moment to compose herself, bending at the waist, the
palms of her hands laid flat on her thighs as she breathes
heavily, closing her eyes to block out the uninvited headache at
the sudden jolt, her body not completely healed from practice
before coursing on, both of her dogs roaring at her side.
When finally she’s met with the willow tree, she stops and gasps
for air, letting her guard down before falling flat on her back
onto a bed of leaves, burying herself in autumn. If it wasn’t
for the duties that came along with being the eyes and ears of
her land, she would stay in this spot and never leave the
comfort it brought, the cosiness mother nature offered.
Grandmother willow had been here much longer than she had, and
would be here long after she was gone, and yet every night, as
darkness came over their lands, Thalia wondered if she too saw
the colour in the sky, that terrible colour of coal. As the tree
began to talk her usual talk of wisdom, the girl sits up and
stares at the black abyss that was Willows' eyes.
“Do you believe in omens, girl? I saw it, right before my eyes.
I watched the green of our land turn to ash, burned by orange
and red flames. Witches, dressed in black, like the night sky
coming after our folk, feeding on our children. I saw blood,
Thalia, a lot of blood, red ink soiling our white flowers.”
Thalia’s heart drops as she listens to the wise woman, her dogs
irritated as if they too understood each and every word,
shuffling and hopping up and down, getting their defences up.
She reaches out, petting them, calming them both in the process
before watching them sleep peacefully.
“Now more than ever, we will need you to be our eyes. We cannot
afford to be weak, we do not have that luxury.”
And after such a long day, she knew that tonight, she wouldn’t
sleep.
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Re: ☾Willow☽
By: Dems Darkfire Date: August 21, 2016, 3:30 pm
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He sat against one of the trees. The rough bark digging
imaginary holes in the cotton shirt he wore as it bristled the
flesh and pushed deep into the muscles of his back. Shenir
readjusted his position when the ache spread too deep into his
back and found himself a sweet spot where the pressure released
the tension. “What a time to be stuck in the woods…” A small
fire burned before the man. Shenir fed the flame with small
twigs and leaves, keeping it low and steady as he rested.
Shenir pulled a pipe from under his cloak at his side and placed
the wooden tip in between his teeth as he fished inside his pack
for the sweet tobacco he had obtained from a traveling merchant
that passed by on the hidden forest path.
Shenir packed the tobacco into the pipe, using a pinch and then
pushing it down with his thumb. He added soft packs until the
bowl had filled to the brim and he placed the few shreds back
into the leather pouch and cinched it up. He took the bag itself
and placed it back among his various other travel items inside
his pack.
Shenir was a large man. His broad shoulders almost spanning the
old tree as his head sat well above a normal mans. His hair
cascaded down his right side in a tight braid, laid with bells
and other rings and trinkets. His braid would brush the ground
if he stood. At his full height of almost 6’ 4”. It was unusual
for those of the magically adept realm to be his size, with his
muscular build, and brawny strength. But it was not unheard of.
His clear-cut diamond colored eyes glinted in the face of the
fire as he now lit the match and sparked the tobacco. He took
soft drags, careful to fill his lungs to the brim before
releasing a column of smoke into the air. He took puffs ever so
often, and began to blow rings through the twilight and into the
leaves of the trees above.
Leaned against the tree on his left hand side was a gnarled
staff. The long ironwood imbued with a magical crystal. That was
set at the top. The sapphire gleamed with a clear, sky blue
color. Around the crystal, almost protecting it, was a twist of
the ironwood bark, forming a strange lattice pattern. The grey
bark of the ironwood cast a supernatural glow into the shade
behind where it rested.
Shenir knew this forest contained many things that were not of
the human realm. But he was stationed here as a forward operator
to scout out the forest for the next unit that moved through. He
heard all sort of things move in the night as he laid awake
thought about what was going on in the darkness around him.
Even now, he heard the crunch of leaves and other things about
the forest and caught glimpses of faired skinned elves, or other
fae as they ran through the trees. The most recent he almost
followed, but she rushed by so fast, he never knew which
direction she had vanished in and the footsteps were distant and
gone before he had a chance to stand up and pursue.
He pondered everything now. His arm rested against his leg. The
same hand gripped his pipe and pulled it away from his lips
between breaths of smoke. The tendrils spewed down through the
whiskers of his thick, dark beard, chest level, and rolled down
his barrel chest and tight stomach to the ground and then out.
And away from him. “Damn forest…” Something bumped behind him
and he twisted, releasing a billow of smoke like a dragon before
he learned it was nothing and just turned back around. “Damnable
place…”
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Re: ☾Willow☽
By: Gia Date: August 21, 2016, 5:01 pm
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Two hours later, she strode through a swarm of fireflies with
her dog at her side. She wanted above all to mother more trees,
for the forest to be crowded with flora like it used to be, but
like an old joke, she walked up the empty mountain pass, looking
about as if she were seeking something she had lost. Her dog,
standing taller than her moves forward all too suddenly,
sniffing fanatically and when the hound jerks forward once more
to run to and identify this foreign smell, Thalia pulls her
back. Thana was a black dog, with bright green eyes and stood
two feet taller than the young girl, who was four feet. The
other animals in the woods always warned her against trying to
tame such big hounds, threatening that one day they’ll get too
hungry for their own good and eat her, limb by limb. Thalia
wasn’t scared, though. They were loyal creatures.
The mist thickened in front of her but she carried on silently
through the woods until she saw him, a big giant man, throwing
twigs into the flames grandmother Willow had talked about seeing
in her omen. I saw the green of our land turn to ash, burned by
orange and red flames. As he fed this orange hue with twigs, it
seemed to grow in size and intensify in colour. Her eyes widened
as she watched him, the colour draining from her face, though
her eyes stayed a vivid green. If this was the case, all they
would need to do to destroy their land was to set one tree on
fire. The flame would eat the woodland in a minute and when it
dawned on her how easy it was, she decided to follow this man.
Maybe he’d lead her to the others, the witches, the filthy
humans.
She followed him silently, Thana also following suit and keeping
quiet. They both watched in awe as the man got worked up before
she stepped out of the shadows, a big leaf covering her bare
slender body. Why the humans wore clothes, the elves would never
fathom, so she thought nothing of it, raising her brows as he
continues on before finally parting her plump lips, hoping to
catch his attention. If Thalia was anything, shy wasn’t one.
“How did you start it?”
“That red and orange flame, how did you start it?”
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Re: ☾Willow☽
By: Dems Darkfire Date: August 21, 2016, 5:33 pm
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He nearly choked on his smoke as the woman appeared from the
woods, his body twisting and taking hold of his staff as he
pointed towards the woman with a great bellow. “And where did…”
But she interrupted him with a question about the fire. He stood
there, more than a head-length above this woman, smoke still
billowing from his mouth as he shook his head. “Wild children
roam these woods, too? Rather nice of the forest to welcome such
into her bossom.” He scoffed.
The bells in his hair sounded a chorus as the long braid wagged
back and forth from his hip, brushing the forest floor as he
brought his staff up into a less threatening position and
resting against his body. He reached up and pulled the pipe from
his mouth as he stared at this creature, child or otherwise, and
watched as she simply covered herself with a leaf. He had not
noticed before.
“Gods… The other take this place and its inhabitants. What
manner of beast are you?”
“And what manner of monster is that?” He had taken notice of the
hound just lurking in the background.
He continued to avoid her question about the flames, but instead
tapped the tip of his staff against the tip of the fire and
extinguished it completely, the void of heat instantly filled by
the cold that hung to the trees. His full height truly gave way
to his full body. Bulky muscular and built like a true tank.
“And where do you inhabit?”
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Re: ☾Willow☽
By: Demonreach Date: August 22, 2016, 10:33 pm
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It was a day like any other autumn day. The wind was whisking
away the decaying and dead leaves from the trees. In the light
of the false dawn, the small side-road was occupied. The
shifting of the gravel beneath leather boots broke the seemingly
oppressive silence despite the more natural sounds; the ring of
metal on stone added to the breaker of silence as the horse
plodded alongside the stranger, the reins held in a hand that
was brown from the sun, a hand that was scarred. The trespasser
was a little taller than average with broad shoulders and a
lean, athletic build that was hard with muscle; light,
silver-blond hair shined in the false dawn lighting as the
breaker of silence walked almost soundlessly. Forest green eyes,
dark in color and bright with a sort of inner fire, were lit up
with the passing of light rays within the forest canopy. A face
high in cheekbone and formed a handsome face with sharp
features. A few white lines marred the handsome face of the
stranger with crude, garish slashes: these scars covered his
arms and some of his upper body, rendering about twenty percent
of his body in scar tissue. But the scars didn't detract from
the handsome features but seemed to hand a more of handsome in a
rough, roguish way. Even the air about the stranger was filled
with confidence and a childlike glee that bordered on insane
mischief.
As the light fell on the stranger’s attire, consisting of a cape
and darkly colored shirt and pants and boots. A leather belt
wound its way around the silence breaker's waist and buckled to
this belt was a falchion and a few longknives and a pair of
heavy, parrying gauche. The stranger, by the looking upon its
face and further, its body, revealed itself to be, a man. A
small smile played on the lips of the man as he walked in the
peaceful, serene forest though his eyes tracked everything with
barely a twitch. A bow and a quiver of arrows bounced slightly
as he walked along, his trusty steed at his side.
The horse was holding most of the supplies, though it had
lightened since the day of the journey and, for this, the horse
was glad, though it would ever remain ignorant of the truth of
the emotions within it. The horse held a few scars as well and
carried two more swords: one a broadsword, the other a
longsword. A few more quivers remained untouched by the man
baring the need to check to the fletching. Pots and pans rattled
in one of three of the packs the horse carried, a fourth carried
by the man. The hair of the horse shone dully in the rising sun,
revealing a salt-and-pepper kind of coloring; the horse was old
but just as strong and healthy as it was a few years back, when
it earned the scarring along its hide; a few teeth were missing
from its mouth, one of its ears is torn to shreds and hardly
works; the front hooves cracked and chipped. But the horse was
happy, content, for the most part as the warmth of the sun
soothed aches in its joints.
The man sported a beard that was neatly trimmed, also
salt-and-pepper in color and covering his neck, resting along
his collarbones. The man himself wasn't old but his hair was
prematurely greying but was not falling down, which the man was
thankful for. He scratched at a cheek idly as he felt it itch
and rubbed his nose afterwards. And here, the features and
definition of the man and horse lost a hold on reality as
shadows took them as they neared the darker, lightless parts of
the forest trail in which he and the horse walked along.
The horse stomped its hooves at the sound of voices soon heard
by the man himself.
Strange magical energies played at his gloved hands; the fingers
cut off. One hand played with black lightning that drained light
while the other played with bright sparks of fire before they
vanished, whatever being that may be sensitive to such energies
-and not many were due to the nature of such magical properties-
would feel it for but a brief second.
Old habits, perhaps, instilled in the hunter from prior
engagements.
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Re: ☾Willow☽
By: Gia Date: August 23, 2016, 7:27 am
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In Thalia’s world, at the days of the now old grandmother
Willow, there used to stand in the heart of the forest, a large
stone shrine, now burdened with aged evergreen so when the man
talks of the forest -in which she had been witness to the track
of many fatigued years evident in the border of its fluorescent
grass- she scoffs, not in the most of the ladylike manners. For
Thalia, she was an embodiment of the forest itself, she needn’t
an invitation - it was her home. For a while she simply stares
idly at the man, watching how the tip of his braid caressed the
floor, furrowing her brows, unamused at all the trinkets and
bells he carried in it. Her own hair reached just above her
rear, and finally, after what seemed a century of listening to
fatuous talk about monsters and beasts, she steps out from
behind the leaf, the moonlight accentuating her slender bones,
making her seem even smaller.
Her breasts were plump, and quite large for her frame,
uncharacteristic of an elf, the hound at her side, even more so
- the others were scared of Thana and as the dog comes to stand
next to her, just a little shorter than the stranger before her,
Thalia could see why. The black beauty was something that could
descend upon and crush man if she wanted to.
“This,” she lifts her right leg for a moment, before letting her
feet sink into the mud beneath her, “is my home, and she” again,
she pauses, reaching out to her side to stroke the dog, “is my
pet, Thana. As for me,” now, Thalia was comfortable enough to
completely ignore the bounds of personal space, taking a few
steps forward and craning her neck back to look up at him, “I’m
an elf.” She takes another step forward until she’s close enough
to examine the bells in his hair, reaching out to touch one but
stopping halfway, eyes widening at the wave of nausea she’s
showered with. It was clear to the dark blond that the man
before her hadn’t identified the other presence among them, the
magic playing in the air for but a second. Thalia had grown up
to be the eyes and ears of the forest, however, and it didn’t
get past her.
“Did you feel that?” She snaps at the man, before waving a hand
at her hound, watching the dog run off into the woods as
instructed to fish out whoever was among them. “There’s someone
else here, come on.”
She had no idea whether or not inviting the man to hide with her
was a good idea, but they needed a snare of some sort before her
dog leads the stranger to them. Looking about, she fiddles with
a few sticks, and after spotting the tallest tree around them,
she begins to climb it, her bare body moving up the bark so
elegantly, it looked like a dance of some sort, especially with
the moon above them highlighting the few curves she did have.
“Who’re you anyway?”
She stops when she asks the question, looking down at the man on
the ground from her spot, before continuing on up, not wasting
her time waiting for a reply though she was very intrigued.
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Re: ☾Willow☽
By: Dems Darkfire Date: August 23, 2016, 9:41 am
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A man’s desires hard pressed against the cotton trousers beneath
his cloak as she stepped fully into the moonlight. It had been
longer than a fortnight since he had been to town and fantasies
had played at his mind in the long nights before. The shade cast
from the moonlight against the leaves tickled her pale flesh and
ample bosoms. ‘She is naught but a dream. A hallucination caused
by the puffs of smoke and loss of oxygen to the brain’ the words
flowing his head as she spoke, almost missing her refer to the
rather large creature on her left side as her pet.
“Pet?” Shenir echoed. Almost unbelieving.
The beast was nearly five feet tall. Shenir need only bent
slightly at the knees to be eye level with the monstrosity. He
had not even seen Bull Mastiffs bread to that size of animal. A
smirk played on his face as he watched the so called pet, its
own eyes meeting his as he missed the woman come closer to him
and almost be face to face with his person.
She flitted around him delicate as a feather coursing through
the wind, So much that he didn’t hear a step until she spoke
again, his diamond eyes casting down into hers. “An Elf? The
gods I have seen all now… That explains…” He watched her reach
for his bells, about to take one in her hand as he spoke. “A
whole lo…” The both stopped. The sudden pull of light towards
one point revealed the location of this bitter sweet feeling he
had. Magic was a sacred thing, a signature for those who used
it. Shenir stood, his staff now grasped in both hands as he
watched the elf climb the tree. No, it was more of a tango of
sorts the way she swung herself from branch to branch, deeper
and higher into the massive growth. He spoke as she climbed
higher, his words carrying to her while she moved.
“Shenir Dragor. Magi of the fifth tower.” He would not be
joining the elf in the tree, as on better inspection and
interpretation of the powers used, he recognized the Rahl. In
response, the hound would not need to lead the stranger far,
because Shenir would lift up his staff and tap it lightly on the
ground, a wave of pale light casting over the area, erasing
footsteps, but also sending out a signal to the other man that
it was friends in this wood.
His voice seemed to appear in the Elf’s mind as he stood his
full height and grumbled under his breath that this man had come
so soon to the woods. “Stay in the tree. Do not come down until
I give the clear, okay? This is not a man to be trifled with.”
He spoke to her. While on the ground he grumbled under his
breath to himself “Damn him. Come to find me lost?”
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Re: ☾Willow☽
By: Demonreach Date: August 27, 2016, 4:23 pm
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The weary hunter paused in his steps, the echo of magic
cascading against him as he immersed himself within the strange
influence. Friends, eh?
'Ah. So it is you, Shenir', the voice came from the battered
man, a deep voice that spoke with authority. 'I was did not
think you'd be out here, flirting with the woodland fae.'
Tristan Rahl stepped into the light as he spoke, clearly taller
than the man before him, and his build offered him a far more
intimidating posture; but there was paranoia that clung to him
loosely; his eyes moving subtly about to take in everything. The
horse behind him stomped its hooves in response to the black dog
but a hushed word from the young Rahl calmed it.
'Are you lost? Nothing to be ashamed of, as I often find my own
sense of direction fleeting, or rather, misleading. If not for
Horse here, I'd probably be dead in a ditch somewhere long ago.'
His tone was companionable, friendly; even his posture and
unconscious gestures seemed to communicate that vibe rather
easily. But there was a strain in his voice; a slight crease to
the corner of his eyes.
Why in the gods would he be here? Middle of the forest? Shenir
was competent but very of of the wizards, or Magi as he liked to
call himself, ventured out this deep. Magic mushrooms? Some rare
herb? Perhaps, given the Magi's inquisitive mind, but that
remains to be seen. Given the black dog, there was perhaps a
faery or something else just as magical running about. Black
dogs were dangerous. Tristan frowned.
Tristan was more of a hunter, or warrior, than wizard; his
magical abilities were par none but he used them mostly to
enhance his already natural affinities for combat, but he was a
not a man to be taken lightly. The Rahl had bested some of the
most powerful wizard of his homeland in D'Hara. He was no longer
frightened nor scared of anyone, though those years of his life
were not forgotten and suspicion was always in his mind. It was
a dark attitude to have and it isolated him from everyone, and
everything, save his one friend: the gar, Grug, but Grug had
left long ago. The frown turned more melancholic as he
reminisced about his old friend who had saved his life more than
Tristan could count.
'Do you need help finding your way back?'
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Re: ☾Willow☽
By: Gia Date: August 27, 2016, 6:29 pm
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What had always fascinated Thalia about the humans is how they
reject other entities for being different and dangerous but are
also simultaneously thrilled by those who are not their type;
the man had that look on his face, the same look all men have
when they see her in full; their eyes filled with a desire she
couldn’t identify. Reaching the shade of the budding fig tree
about halfway up already, she stops to look down; there was an
oddness about the day, too many men in the forest, too many
unpredictable men with too many questions. Her eyes looked to
Thana, who seemed to be gripped by a fear that was unwarranted
but so powerful she almost looked ready to run on impulse,
though it was probably the absence of Tally, her other hound
causing the stir in her, rather than the foreign man, now joined
by another.
This one also wore clothes, and he came with his own pet, a
horse who by the looks of it, was agitated by her hound. For
Thalia, having grown up in the forest, the first thing she had
learnt was camouflage, her enhanced senses allowed her to morph
into and deceive rather easily, however, she wasn’t threatened
by the men, more so, intrigued. For a moment she listens to
them, before rolling her eyes and throwing herself off of the
branch she was balanced on. Rather than being sloppy with her
fall, her body moved gracefully through the air, landing on her
feet so lightly and elegantly, she didn’t make a sound. Thana
runs to her side, bending a little to lick her ear before she
acknowledges the new man.
“So you're the man who shouldn’t be trifled with.”
Looking over at Shenir, she shrugs, “not that impressive really,
but you know what was?”
Just as Thalia points to the ground to indicate what she meant,
her other hound, Tally runs past the horse, standing at her
other side, slightly bigger than Thana, but lighter in colour;
her fur looked like honey in the moonlight. She greets the dog,
feeding him a fig she had picked before her green gaze returns
to Shenir. “Those orange flames, so do you mind telling me how
you started it now? And for what reason?” Thalia didn’t feel the
cold, nor the heat on her skin, hence her question. She walks
over to the new man, examining him just as she had Shenir.
“Interesting.”
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Re: ☾Willow☽
By: Dems Darkfire Date: August 28, 2016, 1:24 pm
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So it was the Rahl after all. As the warrior made his presence
known before Shenir, The taller man looked down upon the man.
Even given the disparity of size, Shenir taller by a head length
and more barrel chested than the lanky muscular build of the
Rahl, He knew this was not the fighter to trifle with on the
open field.
“Tristan. You know more than I that a magi is exactly where he
means to be when he means to be there.” Rahl was wary of his
surroundings, and Shenir shuffled from one leg to the next as he
lifted his staff and leaned it back against his shoulder,
cradling the object in the nook of his arm to keep it balanced
off the ground. “The better question is why a Warrior if D’hara
wandering in the woods. Shouldn’t you be with the fourth column
across the east pass? Obviously Horse has also lost his sense of
direction.”
Shenir furrowed his brow and stared at the man before him. How
could he now know why Shenir was in the middle of the woods? “I
was sent ahead of the Seventh column to scout a path through the
woods. I thought that’s how you found me, by my markings.” The
furrowed brow turned into a deep squint as he watched the Rahl’s
movements. Suspicious of the man’s intentions having strayed so
far off his own path.
With his Final Question, Shenir scoffed and snorted with a small
fit of laughter as he shook his head. “I’m where I need to be…
You shou…” And then she dropped from the tree. Falling as quiet
as a leaf in the wind and landing without so much as a crunch
against the dirt. Even Shenir was impressed with the near
perfect landing she had completed. He cocked an eyebrow and
looked up, folding his arms across his chest as he judged the
distance from the brank still swaying with her release. “Hrmm..”
He drew in a deep, heaving breath into his chest that caused his
muscle to swell and released the breath through his nose in a
long snort that seemed to go on for half a minute. “I’m glad to
know the stories of Elves are true to a T it seems.” Shenir
chewed on his tongue as she made reference to his telepathic
thought to her, visibly shifting again to another leg as he
watched the new dog, bigger than the last, bound into the open
area and join them. “By The Old Gods…”
There was quite an audible sigh from his lips as he looked to
Rahl, pondering how to explain cold to a creature that bounded
through the damned dark, damp forest stark naked as the day she
was born, or created, or however elves came into being. The lore
was never very clear. But Shenir knew ramblings of a man with a
quill never really told the whole truth. In fact, he was more
suspicious of the man with a quill than the bastard with a
sword.
“Well, at least you know they are called flames, my dear. And
there are a great many reason one creates them and how they
create them.” Shenir smirked as the woman wandered over to Rahl
and began walking around him. The resulting snicker and shake of
his head ringing the tiny bells through his braid. “I created it
because it’s easier to light tobacco with a flame than with a
staff. Also, some of the less careless Fae choose to remain away
from things they don’t know.”
Shenir looked to the Rahl and his smirk only grew with her
inspection. “Yes. The Magi hunters of D’hara are just that.
Interesting.” His smirk pursed at his lips as he held back as
best he could the mocking laughter that threatened to fly from
him.
While the Magi of the Towers and the Rahl had been cautious
allies, many of the Councils of the Towers considering the Rahl
apostates, the lower ranks of Magi who met them usually found
their personalities favorable. Shenir mat not have like this
Rahl the best, but he was better than some of his other family.
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