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Twisted thoughts stream throughout his mind, bending reality to form a plane of nonexistence. "Dalninuk.." a faint voice whispers. The tides shift and the moons become inverted. "E-e-elamshin.." it fades once again. The sun rises and falls; time stops. The drow slowly rises, turning his face to gaze into another. His eyes phase in and out, focusing on the opposing retinae.
The crescent lips form an opening, expelling, "Dos orn zhaun vel'drav." The silhouette dissipates, and the young warrior hesitantly awakens.
Translations: Dalninuk.. (Brother) ... E-e-elamshin (D-d-destiny) ... Dos orn zhaun vel'drav (You will know when)
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