…Five Years Earlier. . .
gritty, slummy, crime filled, gang infested side of town. His addiction to Faerie Wine and Poppy Tea kept him in such places, though he hated the public houses, he could not tear himself aware from the siren call of glistening Green Absinthe Fairy Wine, the Milky sweet opium tea, or the hashish hookahs, so readily available in these places. Of the three, it was the Fairy Wine that keep drawing him back.
But every life time was always the same. Quaraun and BoomFuzzy always meet. The Di''Jinn always died while trying to kill the Unicorn. The Hanging Tree always happened. Gibedon always tried to assassinate BoomFuzzy. Quaraun always killed Gibedon. BoomFuzzy always commit suicide. The details were always different. The dates, not always the same. But the events could never be stopped.
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"Wanted dead or alive, preferably dead."
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a Moon Elf.
a wizard.
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"Quaraun the Insane"
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Quaraun would share a room with one or two others, but it was rare. He would have to find some place else to sleep tonight.
were common behaviours for Quaraun when he was stressed. The Humans on the far side of the room were getting loud and rowdy. Rowdy and loud. It was stressing Quaraun out.
Quaraun clutched his pink Thullid silk scarf, holding it to his face, rubbing it on his skin, his eyes closed. The scarf as soft as a baby''s skin. The feel of the soft silk on his skin comforted him and eased the tension being in this noisy tavern had caused. His long hair coiled tightly around his body, hugging him.
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"Soul bound Elf driven to madness by broken bond."
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"Sodomite. Murderer. Necromancer…."
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"Master of DiJinn Magic.
Grants wishes.
Raises dead.
Commands Demons.
Can control any dead object, including dead trees and objects made of wood.
Master of the Undead, builder of Liches.
Is the Necromancer who created the Lich Lords.
Carries the head of Gibedon.
He has in his possession:
* a DracoLich,
* a school of flying zombie goldfish,
* and a flock of vampire turkeys.
Is able to stop time and travel forward and backward to the past and future.
Does not need a weapon to kill.
A wizard of unusual and illegal powers.
Can levitate.
Uses his hair as a weapon. Beware of his hair. His hair is incredibly dangerous.
Gets his powers from his hair. Removal of his hair is the only way to subdue him.
Does not require the use of spells, rituals, gestures, or words.
Like a Thullid, Quaraun cast spells psychically via thoughts;
He needs only think it to make it happen instantly.
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No one had even loved him, not even his own mother. He never knew love. He didn''t know how to love.
He had needed love. Wanted love. But when love finally entered his life, he couldn''t accept it. Did not fell he deserved it. He had needed help, but he was too proud to ask for it. To scared to let anyone know how weak he was. Too depressed to admit to anyone, how lost he felt.
. He was in a low point and he couldn''t see a way back out. He told himself to try to remember the people in life who cared for him.