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[Inkari Northwind]

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After years of abscense...a much older man walked through the dense forest of yew. Entering the gate he wiped his brow clear of sweat. His muscles bulged and his chest more lean. The old man steped through the gate and unto the Banks corner of Luna. He hid his eyes from point of view from all to see and threw over his cloak to hide his face. He walked point to point across to city invigerated all over. Noticing much has changed in his abscense...much indeed he noticed regency here and there. He observed never to utter as much as a smile. Then walked southward to The White Gate. There he was greeted by many new faces who not know of him. To him this was a relief. He felt a sense of home...a sense of completion...a sense of well being.

Since the darkness had left Inkari...he found that maybe just maybe he could live the rest of his days in peace. No more waring, no more pain, no more flint of light and darkness upon his tainted soul. This man had seen the days of light and dark from birth and yet his homeland to the North still beckoned his name.

He spent a couple of nights at Hanses resting after years of soul searching wondering why he tore apart his very soul for the city to the north...why he tore apart his very kindred...why? why? why?....He final was at peace...or so he thought...a voice echo's through his very body? but why he ask? why must i go again?...and so he prays...
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"Life is but an Image, Of what honor truly is"
-Inkari Northwind

AKA Kurbda' PwNub