As the companions crest the rise overlooking the light filled city of Tyrestria, the darkening sky of dusk overhead made it seem like a haven to weary travellers. The lanterns hung over the city gates lit the faces of the guard on sentry duty, their crude chainmail reflecting the brightness. One of them slumped over the haft of his spear with a roaring snore coming out of his mouth every once in a while, and the other sat on the ground looking deeply into a mug of ale clutched firmly in his hand.
With a snort of derision Azurian started down the hill towards the entrance of the city. The rest of the party followed behind him in a ragged file dusty feet tramling on the path.
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"I was born of darkness. My fathers eyes closed before mine opened. I am not of this world or the other, and I have the right to be what I am..."
Overlord of all that I behold and anything that i happen to not notice either.
Founding Hamlet of the HADB.