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| - On a cool night, under the dual moons of harvest, flies an elven princess atop a Gryphillin mount. With a great urgency in her voice the Elfmaid leans forward, laying a cheek to the feathered neck of her steed and pressing, “Faster, faster, Theracus!” Their errand is of the utmost importance, for the fate of all Feylund hangs in the balance.
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| - On a cool night, under the dual moons of harvest, flies an elven princess atop a Gryphillin mount. With a great urgency in her voice the Elfmaid leans forward, laying a cheek to the feathered neck of her steed and pressing, “Faster, faster, Theracus!” Their errand is of the utmost importance, for the fate of all Feylund hangs in the balance. Theracus is disciplined and brave, a tribute to his proud race. His greatest strength is the swiftness of his flight, even while bearing a rider. It was for this lightning pace that the elven council chose Theracus to carry the elven princess Kyntela Gwyn on her perilous mission. Despite this swiftness, however, they were both doomed to failure.
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