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I've got a save up, to be filled tomorrow morning Eastern Time. It will jyst contain stuff Idruil is thinking about, greeting Atharen, feeling irritrated at not having been at the battle to help out, and general Idruil-ian cynicism. This will be before the group has moved on, in Everdawn's post, I assume.
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"What mortal feels not awe/Nor trembles at our name,
Hearing our fate-appointed power sublime/Fixed by the eternal law.
For old our office, and our fame,"
-Aeschylus, Song of the Furies
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