[center][h3][color=fff79a]Liliana Stormshadow - The Fallen Star[/color][/h3]
Location: Campus Magnus[/center]

Campus Magnus was a filthy, disgusting place, but to Liliana it was as a second home. She would never forget her homeland and the vitality of those enchanted trees, but now she only walked this dead land. She had been cast out, and could never return to live among her own kind. This was something the High Elf lived with every day, as her striking appearance often drew the attention of others. The color of her hair and eyes could not be helped, and her ears stood out even more than the average Wood or Sand Elf. It didn't help being a woman among so many fighting men for so long. Even the old and the infirm would howl catcalls and jeers at her, and this typically led to her storming off in a huff.

This was one such time, and Lili was fed up with it. If the men would not behave themselves, she would simply leave early. It didn't matter to her if she met her end at the hands of some long-dead warrior, as long as she fell in battle and managed to get away from the idiotic soldiers. Arms crossed over her chest, she stomped her way towards Imperator Gauis' quarters. She had built a rapport with him over the years, and figured she could convince him to bring the soldiers in line or at least grant her enough supplies to make it to that cursed Tower.

When she finally reached the leader's tower, however, Liliana stopped in her tracks. A man had just exited the building, and something curious about him drew her. She could not recognize him at first, but then she felt the familiar aura of the arcanist and her eyes narrowed.

[color=fff79a][i]Only one person powerful enough to feel like that anywhere near here. He may look different, but I doubt he has changed. Those eyes though...[/i][/color] Suppressing a shiver, Liliana approached the cloaked figure. They had not met in many years, and she was both happy and not to see him. While his magic would be invaluable and she owed him much, Lili had never truly trusted Gripus.

[color=fff79a]"It's been a long time, mage. What brings you back to the Iron Coast?"[/color] she asked rhetorically, moving her hands to her hips. Her left hand rested on the hilt of her curved sword, while her right thumb simply hooked into the wide leather belt that held her armor in place. The wind blew her hair awry, but the cold seemed not to touch her. The whole world seemed cold when one was used to the Sun's warmth and it had abandoned them.