2003-05-14 [FUCK YOU BICTH!!!!]: Hmm! whateva
2006-06-13 [Thε ßαd Turkεy]: ぬ
2014-08-24 [magicphotonTK43 1]: Ranadar from the beginning…
She is beautiful and stirs slightly; the curves of her body would drive any male elf or human towards complete desire. Her face is picture perfect for any artist. Ranadar often called a miracle child was born late in her mother’s age. At a time when few Elven children are born, Ranadar came to the Royal Elven family. A blessing of sorts, her birth was definitely a miracle since the Elves still seek the Bowl of Duris, the fertility bowl that is one of the missing High Elven Artifacts. Ranadar the Elven princess has once again defied her mother, Queen Aluranz. Ranadar is looking to have a good time even when the Queen is ill and in her twilight years.
A tremendously loud pounding echoes through her head. Weary she lifts her head, but the pounding in her brain doesn’t stop. She slowly takes notice of her surroundings; several empty apricot wine bottle, a spilt bong (smells horrible), some left over greater mushroom, a passed out half-naked man next to her. She wonders if she has lost her virginity…She flips over the covers and notices that he still has his pants on (smiles). Her mother would be proud. It’s been another wild night for the Elven Princess Ranadar. She asks herself, Is it Tat worthy?
Ranadar: Why does my head still pound?
She is hung-over and it takes her a moment to realize that the pounding are the bells of the Elven Queen’s tower. The loud ringing of a bell echoes through the halls of the Queen’s Treehouse and all Sacremena. The bells toll the Song of Mourning. Her beautiful face grimaces when she throws up on the floor of her bedroom. Great timing as the door opens, enter Prince Lotherian her brother.
Ranadar: How dare you enter my chambers, oh its you.
Lotherian: You out of here!
The half-naked male elf clutches his clothes and runs away.
Ranadar: How is mother?
Lotherian: Looks like another rough night princess. She asked you to NOT party your life away last night. You have no respect for anyone.
Ranadar: I have seen worse. Af! Has it really happened?
Lotherian: Yes she isn’t going to yell at you this time. She can’t. There is no one to fight anymore.
Ranadar: You mean the Queen is dead?
Lotherian: Yes you have effectively worried our mother to death. You won!
An Elf can live to 2000 years, in the case of Aluranz she lived 2313 years. With the last 250 years as queen, she had gained the throne though political and witty maneuverings. Aluranz was neither a warrior nor a mage, but one thing that she was always good at was her ability to out political anyone. But not even all the magical power of an Elven Nation could prolong her life further. When an Elf dies of old age, the body collapses and no magic resurrection, reincarnation or raise dead can bring back a wrecked body. Today Aluranz’s rule is at an end.
Ranadar: Lotherian, do you really think that I killed her on purpose?
Lotherian: Only the Gods know for certain. She was quite old, strong willed but quite old even for an Elf. You did wish her dead last week.
Ranadar: That was only because she would not let me party during my coming of Age Ceremony and she would not let me get that tattoo.
Lotherian: A tattoo is to symbolize a great accomplishment in life, not getting drunk.
Ranadar: Mother always kept me from living and having any fun. I just want to have a good time with my friends.
Lotherian: Give it up sister, she is dead now.
Ranadar and her brother both know that without their mother, the rulership of Sacramena is now up for anyone to seize. In the interm the High Elven court would rule, at least until a true hero of the people will rise and lead the Elven nation of Sacramena. A tear wells up in Lotherian’s eye when he thinks of the changes that are to come. He and his sister will lose their privileged lives. The nation of Elflandea is ruled by a queen not a king. And if the queen can not consolidate her power and perform then she is removed. Lotherian needs a strong woman in his life, someone that can seize power or they will lose everything that they had worked so hard for over the last 500 years. Lotherian knows that his sister is too busy partying to understand. His current wife, Alindor is a great dancer and looks beautiful but is not prepared in any way in magic or might, nor does she hold an aptitude for politics or creating wealth. But she is really good at spending money though...