The dark elf's voice could often be heard in song, bouncing off of the ghostly halls of the Temple. His songs, though, were never religious in nature - nor were they cruel or malicious. More often than naught, they were elvish, though sometimes other languages (the bardly songs of Man seemed to be the theme this night), and their lyrics were soft, sweet, and sometimes sad.
None within the religious cult dared to ask their leader of his intentions or his feelings, though many often wondered. In an odd way, this seemingly vulnerable action by Vanion ("Drakhar" is what they called him) helped make the Temple a more bearable place to live for those creatures of the night who had more savory tastes than others.
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It was just another night in the Temple of Myr'Khul. Just another night, and Vanion Shadowcast - he was singing.
None within the religious cult dared to ask their leader of his intentions or his feelings, though many often wondered. In an odd way, this seemingly vulnerable action by Vanion ("Drakhar" is what they called him) helped make the Temple a more bearable place to live for those creatures of the night who had more savory tastes than others.
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It was just another night in the Temple of Myr'Khul. Just another night, and Vanion Shadowcast - he was singing.