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Litharelen de Forneque |
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Litharelen leaving the sea, cloaked in a gown of waves. Pretend her hair's silver; it won't kill you. |
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Litharelen at her palace of a home, constructing one of the famous elf-nymph jewels. |
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Sitting atop a waterfall, she lets the stream of water give her life. |
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She may be 'only a girl', but her wrath and vigor when defending the land she can look down upon and love is fiercer than any a man could experience. |
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Litharelen with Svordsja--surrounded by a misty steam from the water. |
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Dangerous when incurred, the wrath of an elf-nymph is never to be reckoned without, especially in territory she knows. |
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Unaware of the impending danger, Litharelen waits behind a tree for Tom; he told her he'd meet her here. |
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