<span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Lorelei Tel'Agatha</span><br/><div class="inline-attachment">
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</div><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">I'm not crazy, you know.<br/><br/>Oh, I'm sure the doctors would say otherwise. Believe me, I've seen enough of them: healers, priests, apothecaries, even one of those new "head-ology" types at the college. It's always the same old rhetoric with them: paranoia this, delusion that, dissociated personality the other one... I'm pretty sure they're all in cahoots, because how else could they all give the same answers? And more importantly, how else could they all be completely wrong? Honestly, you'd think they'd never met a lady with an immortal faerie queen in her head before.<br/><br/>But I suppose I'm getting ahead of myself, aren't I? I haven't even introduced myself properly. My name is Lorelei Tel'Agatha, former heiress of Miirholme. This little fellow is Niketu, my familiar- say hello, Nikki! And this is Mab, Queen of Air and Ice, Lady of Dark and Secret Wisdom... well of course you can't see her, silly. Didn't I already tell you? She's nestled right up here, in my head. Has been ever since I found her in that big book in the Miirholme archives' forbidden section. And it's a good thing I found her when I did, because it just so happens that's exactly when things started going wrong.<br/><br/>It wasn't a day later that I found the secret drow in my maidstaff plotting against me, putting strange things in my food and rearranging the house when I wasn't looking. Why, I'd wager they were the ones who hired the doctors as well. All of the other servants were too afraid to talk to me for fear of revenge, so I had to take matters into my own hands... well, I say 'hands,' but it was really my stomach that did the hard work. That, and Mab's wonderful digestive techniques - honestly, I didn't know it was possible to dispose of so many dark elves so quickly!<br/><br/>Well, in retrospect, I suppose it could have gone a bit better. You see, one of the drow spies managed to slip my grasp, and sent word to the local authorities that I was a <span style="font-style: italic">vyshan</span> - power mad! Me! Can you believe it? The constables certainly could, apparently, because they were at my door the very next day, and the doctors as well, wanting to cart my off to some hospital cell where those horrible drow could toy with me at their leisure. I didn't let them, of course; I grabbed what I could and made a run for it, leading them on a merry little chase all the way from Miirholme to Falteen!<br/><br/>And that brings us back to our present situation, doesn't it? Yes, I know you've been sent here to fetch me by the drow - whether or not you know it yet isn't important dear, but it <span style="font-style: italic">is</span> the case. Mab's certain of it. Obviously I can't let you go and give away my hiding place, so I'll have to put you away somewhere private for awhile until I can decide whether to dispose of you or not... Oh, there's no use struggling, dear. I asked mab to hold you just a minute ago. But don't worry; I'll make sure you're well taken care of inside me. Mab always treats her guests well, and I've never had a single complaint afterward. Now, hold still, and one, two, three...<br/><span style="font-size: 80%; line-height: 116%;">A</span><span style="font-size: 90%; line-height: 116%;">A</span><span style="font-size: 100%; line-height: 116%;">A</span><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">A</span><span style="font-size: 140%; line-height: 116%;">A</span><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">A</span><span style="font-size: 175%; line-height: 116%;">H</span><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;">H</span>...</div></div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Niketu ("Nikki") Tel-Agatha</span><br/><div class="inline-attachment">
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