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If only it were a dream.

Constantene threw in the packaged produce. She turned to see her faithful companions. Nayokay, a powerfull Palladin. Dressed in golden armor. Her long cerulean hair draped acrossed her face like a sheet of the finest silk. Her people originated from the deep sea. Which is what had given there exotic hair shades. Not only that but she was very athletic and well built. Though she had never set her eyes on any man, or woman at that. I guess she wasnt met to love.

I turned to face Nina. Now she was a force to be reckoned with. Her furious paddle-axe, basically a blunt wepoan that also allows you to cut down any foe. Almost as if she was wielding a graceful sword. She was a divine one, pure-blood. Her kind has been around since the begginning, its not likely for them to cross-races. They are a sickly looking race they resemble vampires amazingly, though you can always tell the diffrence by looking into there eyes. Like pools of radiant light sparkling under a bright sun. Her hair was dyed red, though her real hair color had always been a sickly white.

Then there was are Cleric, Nunnally. She always doubted are power as a group. Never feeling comfortable leaveing great walls, even if those walls could be broken down as easily as getting threw them. She was human, like me. Her parents left her with a church far from where we are now, they taught her the faith and the powers to heal her cherished friends. Though in a last attempt to save herself, divine powers to smite the wicked. Her feeble structure had started when she began to study, such was the life of all priests or clerics. Healing is a powerful thing, and the light does not hand it to you without a price. Her soft golden-auburn hair shined like gold in the sun. The sight of her sickle eyes made her look nothing more than an innocent child.

Then the last of our females. Lodrial, the huntress. She is what you call a moon elf. Mistakened for drows commonly. Though whats diffrent about the Moon elfs and there Drow cousins, is that they hold high respect for everything. Even the smallest of critters, its rare to see them in a caravan such as this. She had always been diffrent, though she has proven herself many times. If I ended up telling her the truth of what I am. It would be her first. She would atleast kill me, as quick as possible. Were almost as sisters, but like I said in a world where light is being snuffed out. You cant help but destroy any Dark powers (Even though being a tracer is not dark magic) that you come across.