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<li data-xf-list-type="ul">Gandrian was a tease, as usual, coming right up to the point of doing something before turning away. He hadn't quite been able to take her breath away, but he had been able to make her heart rate spike. They were soon, however, joined by Xion, Gerrit, and Malak, all of whom had something to say about what they saw before them. Xion and Gerrit were both quick to hurl insults at the traitorous night, their own suspicions and dislikes more than apparent in the way that they spoke to him and looked at him. Xion seemed to have his own interest in her, but Gerrit? Gerrit didn't really seem to like anyone nor anything. That was all find though, she wasn't particularly fond of him herself. Then there was the court mage, Malak. He was a man of many mysterious, shrouded in darkness and relishing in it's glory not unlike the others here. He was suave, smooth, and above all, interesting.<br/>
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With a sigh, Nekar caught her dagger and rose to her feet. What started off as a small, intimate meeting had turned into a rather annoying gathering of all of the heads of the Army of Darkness, minus, of course, their king. Needless to say, she was uncomfortable with them all being here, knowing how all of their personalities would clash with each other's, but she couldn't just leave without saying anything. That would be most rude. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4000">"Now now, I'm sure that Lord Volwrath is just as capable in the bedroom as he is out in the field. I don't believe I need either of you making assumptions as to what or who I would do,"</span> she started, <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4000">"such matters aren't important though. What is important is claiming this shard. Lord Volwrath, Lord Malak, I'll leave these matters in your capable hands."</span><br/>
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Nekar knelt down and bowed slightly, to everyone, then jumped up into the tree above and seemingly disappeared. Above, they would hear not even the slightest rustling of the leaves of the trees save for that which was caused by the wind. Where was she right now? A great distance away from the group. The only people who would be able to find her with ease would be Gerrit, because of his sense of smell, and perhaps Malak, able to zero in on her magical power. It didn't matter to her if they knew she were there or not, what mattered was that she could not see them and they could not see her. That was all that she needed to be satisfied right now. If she really wanted to, she would be able to cover up her presence completely, and hide without anyone knowing where she was.<br/>
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Being here in the land of the High Elves was something that most of her kind would have loved. Causing chaos, confusion, destruction, pointless slaughter of those who were favored by the Gods to bask within the light while they were punished to creep about within the darkness. Keeping herself under control was taking all of her might. There were villages all throughout the province that she could have raided on her own, lives she could have put out like the fires of a candle. But such was not yet the will of her King, so she contained herself. When that day did come, she would relish in all of the blood that would be let and enjoy taking the lives of these privileged, unworthy beings.[/list:u][/list:u]</li>
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