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[Sinylene Arabana]

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It was her destiny,the darkness ran deep within her family, an ancient Lich watched his descendent's progress from the shadows. Whispers in her ear led her to follow Lord Barl and come to know the Lich Lord and kneel before him and the Daemon Lord.

She would serve, no matter the menial task, she would learn and observe as it was commanded. Aryanna had never known pride even though she was of a noble house, she could do as requested without words of flippancy or rebellion.

She was a fragile looking creature, her hands delicate and soft her hair floating gently around her shoulders. A contrast for much of what was beleived of this group. Yet beneath her shell darkness held her heart, she cared little of family all of importance had been taken from her....

She understood their disbeleif that someone so lovely, so fragile and delicate could possibly be of use. Yet they were wise, intelligent they knew the ruse she had perfected thru out the years was a simple one, meant to fool mortals into trust, belief, some even love...

So she set her quill to paper writing furiously, and it painted the picture upon the canvas in front of her, of the great Daemon Lord and Lich Lord upon their throwns, watching her with intent eyes as she bowed her head softly in submission before them. With a wave of her hand she concealed the canvas, its picture hidden from mortal eyes and hung it upon her wall. There were many blank canvases just such as this in her house, and often times visitors wondered whether Aryanna was truly an artist, or just a mere dreamer of sorts..