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As one of Mar's agents, Wind of Lament is well versed in warfare and combat, although he shows a particular affinity for battles over cities and towns - both sieges and their lifting. Sometimes this calls for a subtle hand - a gate guard bribed, a single well tainted - and sometimes more overt, guiding the Dragon Blooded Host to their wars. Regardless, he performs each with a certain flare and professionalism that has garnered him enough respect within the Crimson Panoply to overlook his somewhat tepid support for either faction.<br>
 
As one of Mar's agents, Wind of Lament is well versed in warfare and combat, although he shows a particular affinity for battles over cities and towns - both sieges and their lifting. Sometimes this calls for a subtle hand - a gate guard bribed, a single well tainted - and sometimes more overt, guiding the Dragon Blooded Host to their wars. Regardless, he performs each with a certain flare and professionalism that has garnered him enough respect within the Crimson Panoply to overlook his somewhat tepid support for either faction.<br>
 
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''Fluff''Wind of Lament read the orders once more to be sure, let out a soft sigh, and folded the script before tucking it carefully away in a pocket. Well then... <br>  
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Wind of Lament read the orders once more to be sure, let out a soft sigh, and folded the script before tucking it carefully away in a pocket. Well then... <br>  
 
  
 
The streets of Heaven are quiet, for while there are teeming masses of gods, even they must someday sleep. The temptation to visit the Loom and look into its madness strikes, but the urge passes - there is work to be done. Footsteps, running but at a poor, stumbling cadence. The scribe then. <br>  
 
The streets of Heaven are quiet, for while there are teeming masses of gods, even they must someday sleep. The temptation to visit the Loom and look into its madness strikes, but the urge passes - there is work to be done. Footsteps, running but at a poor, stumbling cadence. The scribe then. <br>  

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