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Iscind lived most of her life in the town of Flameflower in the Vesve Forest. Her father was a Suel Ranger and her mother an Elven Priestess of Ehlonna, though they never married. Her father was a wandering sort and usually only showed up near or after her birthday. Except last year his visits suddenly stopped. She seeks to find his fate. Her lover an elven ranger was killed recently and she seeks vengeance on those responsible.
 
Iscind lived most of her life in the town of Flameflower in the Vesve Forest. Her father was a Suel Ranger and her mother an Elven Priestess of Ehlonna, though they never married. Her father was a wandering sort and usually only showed up near or after her birthday. Except last year his visits suddenly stopped. She seeks to find his fate. Her lover an elven ranger was killed recently and she seeks vengeance on those responsible.
  
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"Meleth nin, I was to be the first..," she spoke softly as she laid his cloak over his grave. After she found him, she had chosen this spot to lay him to rest. Underneath a great oak where songbirds sang and near a fast running brook which also made its own music. The sounds of the forest he had always loved. She had loved them too but now they were less sweet without him to share their beauty.
 
"Meleth nin, I was to be the first..," she spoke softly as she laid his cloak over his grave. After she found him, she had chosen this spot to lay him to rest. Underneath a great oak where songbirds sang and near a fast running brook which also made its own music. The sounds of the forest he had always loved. She had loved them too but now they were less sweet without him to share their beauty.

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