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An extremely tall elf walks through the main gate of Galmair. If you take notice to him you can see his pink hat with tons of magical runes on it, and his robe bearing different symbols of the gods, along with names of certain people stitched into it. He carries a pack on his back big enough for two normal sized men, stuffed to the brim with odds and ends. at his waist he carries a sheathed spoon, and a merinium pipe. His hands have longer nails that are sharpened to points, and his hair is jet black to his shoulders. His eyes are red and he has a scar running through them, his jaw protruding outward slightly has his teeth as sharp as ever, showing a grin as he strolls through the town. He comes to rest in the center of town and those around him can hear him say simply, "Im back loves...time to play..."

Deep in the darkness of the blackest shadow, Boulder Freeze; a colossal figure garbed in a deep ocean blue robe, ganders. Gnawing on a wolf's spinal column with his metallic embalmed teeth, he snarls through a vivacious grin. His eyes glowing in a verboten crimson.

"My nemisisss...." he hisses.

His muscles flex then, as he lifts the genetic freak of nature that is his arm and begins to pound it against the stone wall behind him. As bricks soon turn to dust, he unsheaths a sword from his hilt glowing with the hottest of flames. One look at such a sword would surely bring the most common of men to their knees, in a puddle of virgin tears.

"WHAT!?" He screams, his neck veins popping such as the bubbling lava of Hellbriar, as he then proceeds to follow the footsteps of the tall elf in his wake.