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A story of a High elf cleric losing the strongest member of her group - a Tiefling sorcerer - to a corrupted tyrant who wishes them death and destruction...
Years pass and the High elf cleric, Ashentai, has a new team member Azarovth a Satyr bard who's uplifting joy reminds Ashentai of her old love, the Tiefling Sorcerer that she lost.
Ashentai and the Tiefling come to meet face to face once again and this time he's not what Ashentai remembers him to be...
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