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Dusk seettles upon the land. The cloudes their familiar reddish darkness. The town slows to a lull, people going home to their family and loved ones. Buy off to the east, a light shines like a beacon. Sittin on a tree Dravid, the Angel of life, sits. Con sedering his new job. He looks to the town. Compassion fills his eyes. He sees the forces... The unseen ones. He extingushes his holy glow and floats softly to the ground. Walking towards Hartland, he smiles. He might be able to slip past all the sentries. "Look harmless" he tells himself.... He has to look like a mortal. An elf. He slips by the sentries and heads to the center of town. Looking about he spots his target.... One of many. The creature is black skinned and absorbs the light around it. It eminates an evil shadow. He grabs hold of his sword and sheds this dreary body for his near-perfect, holy being. His off white wings unfold in a flurry of sound. He begins to glow bright white. Within a moment, he is upon his prey, a simple candarian demon..... It screams as the sword tears it's flesh, A reddish vapor flows from it's wound. A stuggle continues, and after a moment there is nothing there. Walking away is a simple elf. A smile is on his face. "score one" he says and slips into the clerics guild.... Time to lay low. Icnote show *ooc* oops... Hehe ignore the icnote show text. Anyway, Dravid, the angel is in hartland and protecting those who are opressed. Remember, unless in mundane form, he isn't visible to most, to try to not notice him much... Unless you want to have in with all the fun!!!!!

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Note Number:	86	Author:	Dravid
Date:	Sun Aug 18, 2002; 21:25:25	To:	All
Subject:	New arrival.
Dusk seettles upon the land. The cloudes their familiar reddish darkness. The town slows to a lull, people going home to their family and loved ones. Buy off to the east, a light shines like a beacon. Sittin on a tree Dravid, the Angel of life, sits. Con sedering his new job. He looks to the town. Compassion fills his eyes. He sees the forces... The unseen ones. He extingushes his holy glow and floats softly to the ground. Walking towards Hartland, he smiles. He might be able to slip past all the sentries. "Look harmless" he tells himself.... He has to look like a mortal. An elf. He slips by the sentries and heads to the center of town. Looking about he spots his target.... One of many. The creature is black skinned and absorbs the light around it. It eminates an evil shadow. He grabs hold of his sword and sheds this dreary body for his near-perfect, holy being. His off white wings unfold in a flurry of sound. He begins to glow bright white. Within a moment, he is upon his prey, a simple candarian demon..... It screams as the sword tears it's flesh, A reddish vapor flows from it's wound. A stuggle continues, and after a moment there is nothing there. Walking away is a simple elf. A smile is on his face. "score one" he says and slips into the clerics guild.... Time to lay low. Icnote show ooc oops... Hehe ignore the icnote show text. Anyway, Dravid, the angel is in hartland and protecting those who are opressed. Remember, unless in mundane form, he isn't visible to most, to try to not notice him much... Unless you want to have in with all the fun!!!!!