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| DO YOU KNOW THE WOMAN IN THIS PICTURE? |
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| IF UNICORNS ARE NOT REAL HOW CAN SHE BE REAL? |
Scholars' main point of contention is the mythological beast Queen Nandiara's
myraid of Followers swear that she single handedly captured from the wilds of Barren Sky.
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Nandiara Mystwalker started off as a wide-eyed
innocent young high elf, emerging from the magnificent city of Felwithe almost 650 years ago. While impossible to tell
her exact age, it is assumed she is nearing 700 and will float into the embrace of Tunare in the next 150 years. What
very few people know is that this assumption is wildly inaccurate.
So, her first steps out of Felwithe were taken with soft-soled feet. Holding a green staff, freshly
brought to her by her family's house Feir'Dal servant, she surveyed the gently rolling hills of the Greater Feydark.
This, she thought, is the start of something big!
And it was! She fought hard, winning some battles and losing others. She got kicked by
snakes, punched by bats, and the guards came to her rescue more often than not. Finding her focus and center between
bloody battles by meditation and studying her spell book she was able to balance her life and grow stronger and more intelligent.
Nandiara felt the touch of Tunare in her every step, and was able to bless herself and others through the love of Growth.
More to follow...unless my research is thwarted by ARMED jealous zealots!
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