Level 15 - Grand Lord King Master of Wordsmithy
Pitiable creatures, wandering forever in search of that denied them, unable to rest even as they crumble away to little more than crawling wrecks of bones.
"It was as if, for a heartbeat, the world awoke, and lashed out in rage at those who disturbed it."
"Oh, yes, I know of him. That half-mad disciple of the Storm, you'd never think he was dangerous to look at him - until he pulls out those twin blades of his and screams in his high voice 'Blood for the Storm God!' - you wouldn't think a pixie could make your blood go cold like that."
-Anatos One-Eye, speaking of Raziel of the Crimson Storm