Sindrir Hraesson the Viper of Aran'gird, Emperor of Thera

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Chapter 7

Sindrir reached the mainlands nearly broke. He had run through his
family's wealth in just a few short years. He approached the academy
with a simple goal in mind: join the Empire and find real power.
He carries with him a lot of baggage which has created a few character
traits that are worthy of note:

I) Sindrir is driven solely by his envious nature. This impulse makes
him both dishonest and disloyal. If he does not feel like he is the
strongest, wisest or most poweful in a room he becomes uneasy and
seeks to find ways to position himself as such. When he is under
the influence of such envy he is likely to lie, to flatter and
to exaggerate. A good example of this is his own background, once
on the surface he will tell no one that he poisoned his father and
brothers like a coward. Rather he will claim to have claimed the
Throne justly and dismiss any tale to the contrary as slander.

II) These lies and bold claims are hard for him to keep straight
and anyone who is around him long enough will find that he often
contradicts himself with his own history and accomplishments. The
boldest of these false conquests is a familiar tale, one he originally
weaved for his father, where he claims to have slain the great
cave viper that adorns his family Sigil in the darkest cavern
of the Underdark with nothing but a broadsword.

III) Sindrir is in many ways the same broken, fragile boy that
was abused by his father and brothers. EVerything he does is a
means to over compensate for that delicate state of mind. He
will be the first to take credit for success in a situation but
also the first to run if things are not going well. To call him a
coward would be an understatement. He takes loses poorly as they
serve as a reminder of his lack of worth. A feeling he tries to
avoid at any and all costs.

IV) Sindrir will work to reacquire wealth as he feels it's the only
way to regain influence. He is however prone to over spending
especially if doing so will ease his sense of envy. In this and
many other ways you could relate his envious nature to a drug
addict. He only finds peace for brief moments where he indulges
himself while removing outside stimuli that make him feel insecure.

V) Sindrir sees the Empire as his only option in this life. He has
lied to himself to the point that he believes his own nonsense.
He truly believes that he is a noble and fit to rule when in reality
he is still just a fool. Subconsciously he believes that if he
should be crowned Emperor that there would be no one left for him
to be envious of and that he will finally find peace.

VI) He worships Enlilth and finds the Destuvians he's met to be
intimidating and reminiscent of his brothers and father. He will
seek to restore Enlilth's influence in the Halls of the Empire and
to stifle the presence of the Destuvians as their protocols and
demeanors inflame the envious demon inside of him.

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Chapter 1

Deep beneath Thera lies Aran'gird, the home of the
Dark Dwarves. In the dog-eat-dog world of Duergaran
politics a few families have risen to prominence
through the thriving slave trade. One of these
families is the House of Hraesson and they are the
center of our story.

The House held little influence until late in this
Age. By Duergaran standards they do not qualify as
nobility by blood lineage but rather through the
vast and rapid accumulation of wealth. This is due
solely to the patriarch of the House, an exceedingly
cruel duergar named Velger. Velger is a warrior who
goes to war not to kill, but rather to enslave. He
is one of the fiercest warriors of the Underdark and
his slaves are regarded as some of the best in the
realm. He married four women and sired nine sons
and no girls, a fact that quickly added to his
growing reputation as the misogynistic residents of
Aran'gird came to regard him as blessed by the dark
gods.

Velger believed much of these legends himself. He
believed he was destined to become King of all the
Dark Dwarves. To project this to those around him
he chose the sigil of a cave viper, a snake whose
venom was so potent that it could even kill the
poison resistant duergar, wrapped around a broad-
sword which adorned a rune of war and conquest.
He wanted the rest of the kingdom to regard him
as the deadliest of foes, one who could kill
even those thought untouchable. He immediately
began plotting how to unite or remove the other
noble families and slave traders.

He trusted no one in these plans save for a few of
his most trusted Slavemasters and eight of his sons.
The ninth son he regarded as lowly as any of the
slaves in his pens.


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Chapter 2

Velger's fourth born son is known as Sindrir. No one
knows why Velger never took to Sindrir as he did with
his other sons. Physically and mentally he developed
no different from his brothers yet Velger always
despised the boy. He would make it routine to openly
embarrass Sindrir at family and public functions. He
often referred to him as "Sindy, the only girl my
loins ever gave." He refused to let Sindrir train as
the others, relegating him to working with his mother
and her sister-wives. When he was finally able to work
with his brothers in the slave trade he found his only
responsibility was cleaning up blood and other bodily
fluids. Soon his brothers began to treat him as poorly
as Velger did. These instances scarred Sindrir badly
and led to the creation of a battered and broken psyche.

Envy had always been inherent to Sindrir. From the time
he was young he was constantly envious of those around
him. This included his brothers, especially the half
which were older than him as they were Velger's
favourites. Soon he found himself jealous of the women
as well as they were not beaten as he was. Then he
found himself even envious of the slaves because they
at least were sold and got to leave the caverns which
he related to the Hells themselves.

This envy led Sindrir to constantly try to prove himself.
He trained with a wooden sword on his own. He read what
books he could find. He studied the political situation
that his father was tryin to conquer in his quest for
a truly unified Underdark. He thought that if he tried
hard enough, he could earn his father's approval and
take his rightful place in the House's hiearchy.

This was the first of many foolish delusions to come.

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Chapter 3

In an attempt to garner support for a coup Velger called
an assembly in his Hall of other Houses that were loyal
to him and also emissaries from Teth Azeleth as he felt
support from the Drows would be necessary in removing
the royal family of Aran'gird. At the front of the Hall
sat Velger at the middle of his table and four of his
sons to his left and four to the right, all dressed in
ornate battle armour. The presentation involved was
very militant and it impressed (or frightened) all the
other Duergar families in attendance. After everyone
had feasted on warg meat and copious amounts of ale
Velger began to speak bluntly about his plans.

One of the duergar in attendance was another slave trader
named Harstra. Velger had long questioned his loyalty but
he needed the trader's vast resources for a coup attempt.
Harstra was, in terms of Velger's plans, the wild card.
Harstra yelled loudly from his table, interrupting Velger:
"Ya know, I can't help but wonder: who tha 'ell made you
King? Ya gonna hold this little party and expect all these
great warriors to jus' bend knees to you because ya dressed
up all yer lads like little generals?"

The entire Hall hushed into a still quiet that was disturbed
by the snickering of a few scattered men. Velger opened his
mouth to retort but before he could shout his words the
silence was broken by Sindrir, who had been watching from
side, near the kitchens. Sindrir gave an impassioned, yet
short speech about the great deeds of his father and then
made a false claim: "My father has even slain the greatest
viper, Slitheria!" this was in reference to a legend of a
giant snake which at the depths of the Underdark's tunnels.
None of the present Age had ever seen the beast in the flesh
let alone killed it.

When Sindrir finished the Hall remained silent before loud
laughter erupted everywhere around him. Harstra yelled over
the ruckus: "Ya! Sure, he should be king cuz he killed a
non-existin' fargin' snake! That's where that sigil come
from, lad?!" he exclaimed while pointing at the large
symbol which adorned everything from chairs to banners in
the Hall. Sindrir looked at his father and saw a familiar
look of hatred. His eldest brother stomped down from the
front of the Hall and drug Sindrir out by his beard.
"Ya god-damned fool, ya be lucky if Pa don't take yer
shit lickin' tongue." With a swift kick the noble born
Sindrir found himself in a slave pen. He curled up in the
corner and listened to the party continue and then conclude.

Hours after, perhaps even a full day, he was still in the
pen. He had lost all hope and ambition, then he heard a
voice speak from the shadows.

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Chapter 4

The voice spoke with a thick, Drowish accent: "Tell me boy,
do you hate your family as they hate you?" The slender Drow
stepped from the shadows up to the bars of the pen and spoke
once more: "Of course you do. How could you not? Then tell
me this: would you really like to see him rewarded with the
Throne of the Slavemasters?" sindrir thought for a short
moment and then replied: "Only thing that basterd deserves
is a shallow grave." The Drow smiled, her teeth a bright
white which stood out against the darkness. "Then you have
a friend in us, boy. We will be in touch."

Hours later Sindrir was released from the pen by his brother.
"Ya damn lucky Pa smoothed that over or it'd be yer head on
that pike." Sindrir looked over by the gates and saw the
familiar face of Harstra looking back at him. Behind his
head were four more pikes with the heads of other diners
from the night before. The brute force had gotten Velger
the support he wanted for his devious plot. What he didn't
account for was that the crafty Drow did not truly support
his aims. Their allegiance was a lie.

Sindrir was again visited by the same Drow in the dead of
night in his chambers. She delivered him ten vials of a
pulsating, thick green liquid. "The King of Aran'gird
appreciates your cooperation, boy. He has said that when
this is over you will inherit all your fathers wealth.
Just put in their drinks and the future belongs to you."
with that the Drow was gone and Sindrir was left with the
decision of his short life. Would he kill his own blood
or live the rest of his days as a worthless welp? As he
struggled with his options he was interrupted by his
brother: "Sindy, get yer arse into the kitchen with the
other women and make us some fargin' food."

Sindrir nodded and hid the vials in his cloak. He delivered
several rounds of drinks to his father and brothers, waiting
until they good and drunk before he slipped the venom into
their drinks. The harsh poison stained the pale shade of
their ale but the drunken lot did not take notice. They
drank it down swiftly and Sindrir watched with anxious
anticipation. His younger brothers were the first to show
symptoms, then his elders and then finally his father.

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Chapter 5

Soon the Hall was a mess of bloody vomit and writhing bodies.
The venom of the dreaded cave viper was enough to kill the
young duergar outright but his elder brothers were merely
frozen in silent terror. His father was still mobile, limping
from son to son, gasping for air.

Sindrir did not think he just acted. Walking to his father he
reached down and pulled his father's sword from his sheath. He
then staked his three surviving brothers in front of his father.
Velger made a lunge for him but Sindrir easily evaded it. The
sprawling Velger crawled to his make-shift throne and pulled
himself to his seat. He looked up to see Sindrir standing before
him with the sword: "My son." he said, with a smirk. The first
kind words he had spoken to Sindrir would also be the last as
Sindrir sunk the blade deep into his father's chest, cutting
through his black heart. Velger died on the Throne of his House,
just days from reaching the Throne of the Kingdom.

Sindrir turned and saw the women of the House and a few servants.
He pulled his father's corpse from the chair by his beard and
took his place as the patriarch of the House of Hraesson. He
looked at one of his father's wives and said: "Well, wench. where's
my dinner?"

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Chapter 6

What followed were months of chaotic terror. Sindrir began to
over compensate for the years of living like a slave. He took
on the role of his father (without the political aspirations)
and spent massive amounts of wealth on furthering his own image.
He even took his father's wives as his, including his own mother.
He eagerly betrayed the other Houses which conspired against the
King and found himself without any alliances. Even the Drows who
he foolishly envisioned a future with had left him to his current
vices.

While he was spending the House's vast wealth he was also neglecting
the source of that wealth. He wasn't the warrior his father had been
and he had no training to acquire new slaves. The other slave traders
had no desire to work with him as they simply desired his father's
territory which they took without a fight. He beat one of his wives
to death in a drunken rage when she took a familiar, condesending
tone with him and soon found that another of his harrem was pregnant
with a child.

Sindrir didn't notice his dwindling wealth and influence. For the
first time in his life his envy was sated by success. However much
like any addiction the cravings soon began to creep back in. The
first case was when he saw the other slave traders amassing even more
wealth, which just forced him to spend faster to keep pace. This was
pointless however as they saw as a weak traitor who only had
what he did because of the Drows. He didn't realize it but his
time was coming to an end in the Underdark.

After selling the last of his father's slaves, a pack of wild felar,
he met a man that would change his life forever: a powerful Blade
in the Imperial army and loyal servant of Destuvius. He appeared as
an imposing general with polished mithril armor and a masterful
tongue. Once again the pangs of envy began to ravage Sindrir's
soul. He became obsessed with commanding the respect that the Blade
had. He went home and took the last of his wealth and without a word
to "his" wives he left them in utter poverty and headed toward the
surface.

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Chapter 8

VII) He hates women and views them as subservient to men. Much
like his father he desires many wives and many sons. He does not
think about nor claim the child he sired with his father's wife.
This, ironically, makes him more like his father than he realizes.
A theme we will see continue as he advances.

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Chapter 9

Sindrir's time in the Empire has been as fruitful as it
has been predictable. Surrounded by some of the greatest
warriors in the realm the envious Sindrir has found little
in the way of peace of mind. He has already begun planning
on how to remove those stronger or better suited for Imperial
life than him. This began with his bloodoath, which he
requested from the Shadow Lord Piktazu. He found the presence
of the Shadows to be much less intimidating. Aside from their
wealth he found little to be envious of.

This attraction to the other Sects has extended to the Blacks
as Sindrir has formed a partnership with Ychram. Sindrir
appreciates Ychram's bloodlust but also finds him to be a
simple, single-minded murderer. This (and most) simplicity
is what Sindrir desires the most in comrades as it makes them
easy to control, predict and ultimately surpass.

In his usual cowardice Sindrir has been singing the praises
of his newfound adversaries. He praises the Empress at every
turn but secretly despises her as the source of true power
in Thera. This is not personal as much as professional.
Sindrir would be at odds with anyone in that authority as
the dynamic reminds him of his relationship with his father.

The problem with simplistic comrades is they often go off
script. Ychram voiced his opposition to the Empress and
is now an Anathema. Sindrir, for the time, continues to
work with him. Hoping that they can find a way to bring
a new Emperor to the Throne. One that can be more easily
controlled. This secret alliance is growing slowly, but
it's a ship that Sindrir won't hesistate to abandon if
it starts to take on water.

Despite all his insecurities, the deceptive world of Imperial
politics is where he is most comfortable.

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Chapter 10

Sindrir has grown more vocal of his dissent against the Empress.
He cites a decree which contradicts Imperial Law as the foundation
for his actions but in reality he doesn't care about any such
protocols. As a matter of fact he would prefer that the Emperor
has the power to change things on a whim as that is a weapon he
would like to wield as Emperor one day himself. He continues his
association with Ychram but he is even more cautious about obscuring
the alliance. This fell apart one day when he walked into the
Anathema fighting a Paladin. He was sucked into combat by an iceball
and could have slain Ychram with a single strike but instead opted to
flee. An Imperial Citizen, Iulimato, noticed this and reported the
strange decision to the War Master Altariel.

When confronted with this Sindrir claimed stupidity. He bumbled about
how he wasn't ready for combat and wanted to be magically enhanced
before trying to throw his shoulder into the Anathema. Altariel
believed this, but was not so quick to excuse Sindrir's loose tongue
on the subject of the Empress. "How dare you speak ill of the Empress
in this Hall?" she asked with strained enthusiasm. "Because o' the
laws on the wall." Sindrir replied, referencing a Blade protocol of
removing the Emperor if they are not a Blade. "You will speak of it
no more." she replied. Sindrir nodded but then Altariel asked a
follow up question about his motivations. When Sindrir answered she
told him he had been "silenced" and demoted him from his standing
as an Imperial Blade. She then whispered that the walls had ears
and never to speak of politics in the Hall. Whatever respect Sindrir
may of had for Altariel was lost at that moment. He began plotting
for a future that did not include her.

His demotion was short lived. After shedding more blood the self-
described "Undefeated Champion of the Blade Hall" was promoted back
to his old standing and then later to that of an Elite Blade. His
festering envy grows along with his reputation.

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Chapter 11

Sindrir woke one day to find himself an Anathema. He immediately
assumed that his moves against the Empress had been discovered.
To his surprise he found that no one on the council, including
Reegun herself, could explain his current standing. The best he
could piece together was that it came as an order from Lord
Destuvius himself. He also noticed that Altariel had been demoted.
All he could piece together was that he was being punished for
disoebying an order from the War Master while remaining faithful
to Reegun. This confused him if for no other reason than he
despised both of them.

He was surprised by the reaction to his exile. Members from each
Sect reached out and told Sindir that they would not hunt him.
Even a member of the Nexus offered her support if he wished to
grow in the ranks. Sindir had no such desire however. He would
claw his way back into the Sect Hall or he would return home to
try live out his days in obscurity and poverty in Aran'gird.

His prayers to Destuvius were swiftly answered the following day.
He was told that Reegun claimed that Sindrir had told her
personally of Altariel contradictory order. Of all the crimes and
sins that Sindrir is guilty of, this simply wasn't one. He
explained his situation to Destuvius and soon found the Lord
to be as merciful as he is wise. Sindrir was allowed back into
the ranks of the Hall but not as an Elite. A fact that still
drives Sindrir to envious angst as he sees others take his place.
Namely the Blade known as Szeven who he regards as a fool.

Destuvius' mercy was not without a price. He's been tasked with
taking down the Shadow Lord. This would have been difficult for
Sindrir before his exile as he regarded the Shadow Lord as his
only reliable ally in the Palace. Now, however, he knows that
Reegun's knowledge of Altariel's order could only of come from
one place: the Shadow Lord himself. He feels betrayed by Piktazu's
bold move and will seek to see him ruined along the way to
Sindrir's inevitable rise to the Throne.

With the death of Ychram and foolishness of Piktazu he now regards
Tallith and Qedkub as his conspirators moving forward.

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Chapter 12

As the years have pressed on Sindrir has accomplished much.
He, along with a large portion of the Imperial Army, ventured
into the depths of the Nine Hells. Here he saw first hand the
Infernal glory of the Prince's Kingdom. When the fateful
moment finally came that he laid eyes upon the Prince himself
he had no choice but to bend his knee. In the Prince he saw
every quality of which he was envious. To be offered a piece
of his power was simply an offer he could not refuse. Then
later, the burning mark of the Devil still hot on his flesh,
he stood over the corpse of Tiamat, carving off some of her
scales which he carries with him now. These great feats
coupled with his reputation on the battlefield have done
little to stop the delusional fabrications of exaggerated
self-worth in his own mind. As far as he is concerned he
slew Tiamat. He conquered the Hells. He rules Thera.

Which brings us to the next hurdle in the saga of the Viper
of Aran'gird. He is currently locked in present standing as
an Elite in the Blade Hall. The War Master Kregan seems
to be going no where and Xeneth's Drow blood will make him
far outlive Sindrir who is growing older by the day. Even
if he did have a route to the Throne it would be difficult
to justify backstabbing within his own Hall. It seems that
even the lowest, greediest of Duergar have some standards.

His new plan is simple. To draw Kregan as close as he can.
To begin positioning her rise to the Throne in the case
that something should happen to Xeneth. Over all he is not
as envious of Kregan as he is most and he certainly doesn't
hate her, as he does most. This is due to the fact that
she seems to geninuely appreciate his works. Her kind and
complimentary words tend to soothe his inner beast. If she
is simply manipulating him then she is doing it perfectly.
He will act so that all others both within the Blade Hall
and outside it see them as one. A powerful duo who will
define the future of the Empire.

In addition he continues to refer to himself with grandiose
and borderline ridiculous titles of nobility such as:
"The Crowned Prince of the Seven Houses of Aran'gird, Champion
of the Blade Sect Hall and Protector of the Emperor's Realm."

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Chapter 13

Sindrir has once again found himself an Anathema to the Empire.
He was cast out for questioning a demotion after he gave the
Fortress' Orb to the Grinning Skull Village as he could not
place it within the Throne room due to losing the Codex while
slaying the Watcher. Sindrir has been demoted in the past, even
cast out entirely before. He crawled his way back each time,
biting his tongue and doing what was expected of him. He had,
at least partially, swallowed his envy and forced himself to
find some satisfaction in his post as an Elite.

However with time, that envy began to fester. He despised the
Emperor who he never saw. He began to hate the fickle High Priest
who serves several Masters. He even began to hope for Kregan,
the only person he truly values, to die so he could move beyond
his perpetual state of stagnation. When he was confronted for
giving the Orb to the Orcs, something he (and Kregan for that
matter) had done a hundred times, that envy boiled over. The
verbal exchange that followed saw him thrown from the Palace.

Now free from the shackles of the hierarchy of weakness that
has become the Empire, he has a simple goal: Raise an Army
of Anathema to do what the Council failed to do: remove
Xeneth. In a way Sindrir always knew this day would come,
since his days with Ychram he has been making strategic
alliances outside of the Empire in case it ever came to this.
He now rallies Orcs, Villagers, Anathema and even the Spire
to aid him in his war for the Throne. He plans to show that he
is the only one worthy of the title of Emperor but for now he
is content with his newest grandiose, self-imposed title: The
King in Exile.

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Chapter 14

The long, blood civil war was ending. As Xeneth's support crumbled
around him Sindrir made an uncharacteristic offer: drink poison,
the same blend Sindrir used on his father and brothers so many
years earlier, and die a Blade or lose the vote and be wiped from
the history pages. "Do the right thing", Sindrir wrote. Xeneth did
do the right thing, as did his lapdog Zhabala. But Sindrir is a
liar, a thief without proper training. He still intends to wipe
both Reegun and Xeneth's name from official record.

Upon the votes completion Sindrir was confronted by Lord Destuvius
and ordered to slay Kregan. This was not an easy decision for the
fledgling Emperor as Kregan is perhaps the only person in life he's
ever held in any sort of regard. As he struggled with this decision
Kregan chose to act first. Lunging herself onto Sindrir's sword,
pulling the blade clean through her abdomen. "It is how it must be."
She said. And so Sindrir finished her, but not before promising
to right this wrong. He then told the Lord of the Twin Honours that
he had made a powerful enemy. The Lord expressed his surprise that
Sindrir killed the Anathema, his former mentor. "Many men have doubted
me in the past. Look where they stand now."

And so he sat upon the Throne for the first time. He looked about the
room and for the first time in life the envy was gone. He was not
jealous of anyone he saw. He did not have that burning, uncomfortable
inadequacy in his stomach. As that three century old discomfort
subsided it was quickly replaced with a new emotion: Fear. Unbridled,
cripppling fear.

He'd been through the Hells, more than once. He'd seen their darkest
corners, their greatest suffering. All he'd done to reach this point,
what would be the cost? This fear shook him, it made him stray from
battle, especially fair combat. It made him obsessed with using magic
and any other means to extend his life. To prolong his mortal reign.
To avoid the Hells.

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Chapter 15

Since the start of the civil war subtle changes became more prominent
with Sindrir's actions. For one he began to speak clearly, even eloquently.
Long gone were the days of "fargin" and "basterds". Secondly he became
even more calculating than he was in the past, seeing often four steps
ahead instead of two. Lastly his cruelty began to shift from a purely
physical act to mental as well.

All of these changes had one common source: they began when Sindrir met
Daphedee, an Elf of the Inn of the Eternal Star. From their first meeting
he could feel the Devil's Mark burn upon his flesh. He knew from the very
first moment that they locked eyes that the Prince wanted her soul and that
he wanted her flesh.

Sindrir devoted nearly equal time to subverting Daphedee, now the High Herald
as he did overthrowing Xeneth. He saw this union as having two additional
benefits: 1) It would bring the Inn under the influence of the Empire and
serve as an example of how Sindrir's Empire would spread and even acquire
civilization under it's wing. As an extension of this it also proves that
all have a place in the Empire, even those of the Light, so long as they
do not worship at rebel altars or serve the outlawed cabals. 2) He learned
that an undead being known as Davarrah desires the Torch of Shadows which
the inn keeps. He feels that he could perhaps barter with this being for
a longer life, lending back to his paranoia over death and what awaits him
in the Hells.

After ascending to the Throne he presented Daphedee with a choice: swear an
oath to his House and essentially become his property or have the full might
of the Empire called down upon her Inn, her beloved city of Darsylon and
everyone she's ever cared for. Daphedee chose the former and swore the
oath to the House of Hraesson, sealing such with a deep cut across her palm.

After this symbolic act Sindrir informed her of something more binding: the
two were to be married.

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