[h1][center] [color=00aeef]Izabel[/color] [/center] [/h1]
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Izabel chugged the mead down, the extra sweat honey coating her throat as it filled her stomach. The commotion outside drew the soldiers in the bar out. Leaving the tavern to the onlookers. It seemed everyone's gaze was shooting outside, including the witch she had attempted to help before.

 A high elf, a woman in guard garb, and a....admittedly stunning man on a horse. The elf and woman looked prepared for battle, the man was majestic, without a hint of fear on his face. He wielded a sword, glowing. [color=00aeef]"Is that.."[/color] she accidental spoke aloud [color=00aeef] "the fucking runesword."[/color]


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[center] As told by the Dwarves. [/center]
Before time, the world was at peace. The races lived in harmony among each other. Things were good. Dwarves created for the joy of it, using the formation of technology as a way to get closer to Bourung, the creator of worlds. Each item was locked away in chambers across the world, a shrine to Bourung. Hundreds of years later, one of these items was found, the Runesword. It was never supposed to be wielded, it's power too great. Yet, the Fero found it, and they enslaved the world. It was lost following the emporers death, and until this day, had only been seen through depictions in ancient text.
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