[Eight-Bit]

As the morning came so did the news of this strange sighting. Matilda Landsend was spotted running through the town wailing and screaming as loud as her frail body would let her. She was always an unusual and quiet girl, but she has never been like this. She tore through the morning crowd with her hands planted firmly over her ears. She made her way to the North gate passing the Temple of Ilsare. Her armor lie in pieces, leaving a silver trail to her final resting place. In the forests just past Hlint her body was found. A blackened shortsword which seemed to steal the very light from around it pierced her midsection. She lied in the field alone, no footprints to be seen but her's. To this day some townsfolk swear they see her peeking around corners and hiding in the shadows, dressed in her tattered and worn black robes.

// Please delete Matilda Landsend.

[red]So, ye want to 'ear 'bout th'strangest lass I e'er met then? I'll tell ye th'tale I guess. Ain't likey we're movin' too far, what with all th' buckets parkin' 'emselves in th'harbor. She was a mean an' vile lil' lass, she was. Th' only thin' sharper than 'er teeth was her tounge, they say. Hair wild like a lion's, an' fingers to match. 'least thats how th' story goes.

When she wanted ye to see 'er, ye did. Sure'n ye did. Loike an' Elf she was. Taller though. Ain't a lanky lass none, either. Built a lot like'er.. eh... guessin' if ye took a cat an' put 'er upright ye'd see 'er in it's eyes, ye'd see. 'course ye'd need to get th' cat holdin' 'er two swords ye would, an' I don't see ye doin' that. 'less yer one o' 'em nature tricksters.

She ne'er told nobody 'er name, th' tale goes. She'd say.. "Th' tags Key. Jest Key." I saw 'er meself once, I did. Bit b'fore she up'n disappeared. Right, I'll tell ye 'bout that I thinkin'. Th' tale goes a bit like this...

Ol' Key was makin' 'er way back'ter Karthy from some place, she was. Ne'er knew just what it t'was. Could'er been anythin' really. Considerin' all th' ruins ye'll find on Dregar. She was makin' 'er way through town like. Doin' 'er usual thin'. A careful eye 'ould see her movin' an'a takin'. An' e'eryone's purse 'round 'er shrinkin', while 'er's mysteriously grows in size, it did. Well, anyway. Some guards caught ont'er, they did. Ne'er did we think it'll 'appen. But they gave 'er chase like th' wind. She was bloody fast, she was. But these buggers caught upt'er like it was nothin'.

I should'a mentioned this b'fore, but if ye got too close an' she didn't like it none, ye usually lost somethin' importanta ye. This time it t'was an' arm o' th' guard. Right through 'is armor. 'is blood pourin' over an' makin' th' red plate 'e wore even worse lookin'. Ne'er did I see such'a thin' in me life. Wee lil' thin' cuttin' right through it. Well, ain't needin' no senseta it. Word tells she was a Devil, she was. Ne'er denied it, or told ye th' straight truth. Guessin' that makes more proof than ye think. So, takin' 'er devil blade up from 'em she cut 'is arm twixted th' elbow an' th'sholder.

Thats 'bout th' last I saw o' 'er. She made for an' alley she did. Then thin's get a lil' fuzzy like, they do. She up'n burst inta nothin', some say. Th' guards that made after 'er, ain't ne'er found. All gone ina flash o' red an' white lights an' fires. If ye pick through th' alley ye'll see ash an' th' smell o' fresh fires even after it gets all cleaned up, don't ye know. Hot'er than th' Hells, it is. Eh.. mebbe its hot AS th' Hells now that I'm puttin' th' thought inta it...[/red]

// Please delete Keille'leugh.

[blue]Sometimes things are just best left hidden. Llunieninque Artuile'rosse was always known as a teacher and lover of the spoken word. Thats perhaps why she always found herself in the company of Bards, story tellers, Gnomes, and Halflings. She seemed to soak up every single word and letter, and would retell every story she knew at the first possible chance. But beneath those thin robes and frail body there was an intense power. For nearly her entire life she studied the Enchanting Arts. Eventually becomming perhaps the greatest living practicer of that School upon Layonara. A few walked in her path, mostly her first and most successful student, Maddison Trenton. But she has been known to take others. That is, of course, until she had decided to return to her home. Her REAL home.

She always believed she was raised at first in Willow's Weep. A place of strange and complex buildings, of pure Elven construction. She was very correct in this. But she never made it home. Her mind was a powerful thing, and she was known to exchange riddles with the Titans and the Dragons and come out the winner nearly every time. A prized possession, many would say. Such a mind would be a perfect weapon, were it not for her strict morals and total lack of interest in the artform that was forced upon her at an early age. Traveling through the Great Rift she walked carefully, even though she knew nothing would be able to see her. As you see, she was not simply an Enchantress. She also mastered the School of Transmutation in her times upon Mistone. She was able to walk as though she was an etheral being. Nothing would be able to see her here. But she could never take solace in that fact. There is a strange pulling there in the Great Rift to all that are in tune with The Weave. Nobody knows just what happened in the Great Rift, save to say that she left from one side and did not exit on the other. A body was never found, and only one of her possessions was ever found; a broken and shattered sea shell clip used to hold her hair in place.[/blue]

// Please delete Llunieninque Artuile'rosse.
// I won't be playing here anymore. NWN has me worn out. I'm tired of lacking any ambition to do anything constructive. I spend too much of my time playing a very addictive and GOOD game. But I'd rather worry about my life now, and save the games for later. I'll stick around to post and whatever. Maybe set up a few Halo games. But I'm going back to my friends I can talk to face to face and do this less epic.

See you all later!