The Storm flows through me.
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Faerûn
No lewd
The familiar disgust, spat at her with the same venom she had grown so accustomed to. Even among her own people, far to the north, was she an outsider. She couldn't help it that the night sky would call to her, that lightning and thunder would play at her finger tips-
The familiar disgust, spat at her with the same venom she had grown so accustomed to. Even among her own people, far to the north, was she an outsider. She couldn't help it that the night sky would call to her, that lightning and thunder would play at her finger tips-