FUCKIT, TIMESKIP

[iconoclassist]

[WELCOME TO RA-ZEHMAN. It's glorious, green and gorgeous, a jungle oasis out in the middle of the desert, half-built of trees and sandstone architecture, with water flowing in rivers designed to flow through the whole city. This doesn't make it any less unbearably warm.

Naturally, upon arrival, the group has scattered to do whatever the hell tourists do in the capital of Elfistan, and more alarming, certain rangers have also vanished, although the stag is still around and seems content to slowly herd point dhampirs in various directions.

So you're loose in the city and your elf is probably not plotting something, the sun is shining, like seriously shining, why is the FOE theme playing, and the elves themselves keep peeking out their houses to stare at him. what do.]

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[fieldarcanum]

[While he is not as... violently allergic, so to speak, as his father is, he does rather detest all the glow of sunlight. So he will be trecking his pallid ass through the city, directed by the stag, with his cloak pulled tight and hood deep. He doesn't want to be unfriendly but this is just this side of painful.]