Coin, Never Elven
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From the Diary of Tanis, Exile Prince

The days in Thay have been painful and fast - slavers hound my steps until my inevitable, violent death. I have remarked before that I am doomed, and nothing there has changed.

I saw and followed a promising pair - an elf, like myself, and a half-breed who thought himself, for some reason, my brother. I shudder to think one such as he - who did not know even the most basic of elven physiology, and celebrated something so base and distasteful as human-like body hair... To think he would carry the blood of my people.

For her part, however, I have a certain fondness for the High Elf called Rimeth. She was a bright spot in a shadowed existence.

Any reluctance on my part aside, I suppose, I owe them both much. I would be dead a half-dozen times without them, and for one such as me, a half-breed brother is the best I could hope for.

Exiles are so rarely entitled to fine company.


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Coin, Never Elven - by stressfear - 04-15-2014, 06:21 PM
RE: Coin, Never Elven - by stressfear - 04-19-2014, 05:52 PM
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