Iscandor was wandering through the forest where the academy resided, just trying to find some time where he could be not cramped in by the restrictive regulations inside it's halls. As he walked along, the night rainy and storming, he'd reminisce about how his affinity for the idea of water came...
~Valoria, War Chambers~
"ha, a girl leading an army into battle. Are you sure you trust a woman to handle such brute strength?" Snickered a manly deep voice as outside the cold nightly wind howled. A tall, giant, buff, dark-haired man stood in front of a sizeable stone-made red seated throne as...
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