| rdfs:comment | - Note: Blessed Radiance - After you have completed this quest your NPC will sometimes use Blessed Radiance when one or both of your HP gauges are in the red.
- Mirror images, est un comics racontant Kirk et son équipage face à leurs alter-ego de l'univers-miroir.
- Star Trek: Mirror Images is a five-part comic miniseries published by IDW Publishing starting in June 2008, the omnibus was be released in February 2009. The series was written by Scott and David Tipton and illustrated by David Messina. The series includes a four-part Star Trek: The Original Series story, and a single issue Star Trek: The Next Generation story, both set in the mirror universe.
- The young woman snaked her bare feet down a well-worn twisted root arcing over a tranquil pool near Darnassus. She wore her waist-length pale jade hair gathered into two braids at her temples that met at the base of her crown, wrapped with a thin string of leather that fell loose on either side, its ends sporting gathered feathers and colored wooden beads. Her face was soft, serene, and unmarked as she lifted her shifts and skirts to allow her to seat herself on the ropy root. Tucking the back beneath her provided her with comfort against the branch. She drew up one knee tightly to her chest, letting her other leg dangle, toe swirling patterns in the pool's unmarred surface. Lazy ripples sprung from her delicate toe moving slowly outward in gentle rings.She came here to think. Weeks had pa
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| abstract | - Note: Blessed Radiance - After you have completed this quest your NPC will sometimes use Blessed Radiance when one or both of your HP gauges are in the red.
- Mirror images, est un comics racontant Kirk et son équipage face à leurs alter-ego de l'univers-miroir.
- Star Trek: Mirror Images is a five-part comic miniseries published by IDW Publishing starting in June 2008, the omnibus was be released in February 2009. The series was written by Scott and David Tipton and illustrated by David Messina. The series includes a four-part Star Trek: The Original Series story, and a single issue Star Trek: The Next Generation story, both set in the mirror universe.
- The young woman snaked her bare feet down a well-worn twisted root arcing over a tranquil pool near Darnassus. She wore her waist-length pale jade hair gathered into two braids at her temples that met at the base of her crown, wrapped with a thin string of leather that fell loose on either side, its ends sporting gathered feathers and colored wooden beads. Her face was soft, serene, and unmarked as she lifted her shifts and skirts to allow her to seat herself on the ropy root. Tucking the back beneath her provided her with comfort against the branch. She drew up one knee tightly to her chest, letting her other leg dangle, toe swirling patterns in the pool's unmarred surface. Lazy ripples sprung from her delicate toe moving slowly outward in gentle rings.She came here to think. Weeks had passed since she'd awoken in the Barrows Dens and yet, she had known so little of herself and her life. They had told her she'd taken quite a tumble from a tree, and they had suspected head trauma. Many of the Circle's best healers were summoned to care for her, but none could break the coma she'd fallen into. Still, the druids had been hopeful.It was a surprise to all when she awoke, including herself. Too young and inexperienced in the craft to require hibernation just yet, Kyna knew that hers had to have been an extenuating circumstance. But the Circle was vague.She was a student of the druidic arts with aspirations to become a Grand Restorer. In lieu of the tattoo she would eventually wear on her face, she painted leaf symbols over her eyes each day to remind herself of the Path. Her finger expertly glided silky green paint over her eyes, etched in charcoal pencil. Each day she would paint it in preparation for sunrise, and remove it in preparation for sunset. She was not a full-fledged druid."Thank you, Daughter Sun, for rising and bathing us in the warmth of your Light. Good night, Mother Moon, Elune grace us again come evening, and thank you for watching over us during sleep. Thank you for chasing Daughter Sun from her bed again, to rise over our day. And thank you Cenarius, for all things Green, may we keep them so in your worthy Name."Her morning prayers whispered, she felt the warmth of the rising sun indeed creeping up her back, like an old friend enveloping her from behind. She smiled at the thought, then reached over for a wicker basket perched next to her on the unruly root. She withdrew a set of thin white-and-pink robes, plunging them into the beautiful serenity of the blue pool and humming to herself. After a thorough scrubbing, she placed them over the root to dry and plucked a dark set of robes from the basket, vines and ivy swirling over navy blue. She admired the dress a long moment, before washing it, too.There was something about the Cenarion story of her "accident" that never seem to fit right with her. She usually dismissed "conspiracy theorists" with the casual wave of a hand (gossip about the Circle being rivals of Staghelm, primarily). But there was something that nagged her about her experience, like shards of unexplained memories...A child's cherubic face looked up at her cheerily, curls of silver-white dusting her head. Big luminescent eyes popped out of her face, and a perpetual grin lined those wonderfully lush--HER--lips. Her smile was toothless and made Kyna want to giggle. The baby turned toward her breast, laying its head against her contentedly, their heartbeats matching. Sweet, sweet Aceriel, named for--She couldn't piece the fractions together with the mere life of a young, unbound scholar and aspiring adventurer. She needed to find answers somewhere.A weather-torn card peeked out of the top of her belt-pouch, dragging against her linens. Bundling up the laundry, wicker basket propped on one hip, she reached down and felt the crisp note in her hand. She pulled it out.You have Questions?We may be able to provide Answers.AgencyNortheast Building in the Park DistrictShe tucked it in more tightly and resumed her morning chores, finding her thoughts straying to this "Agency." Would they help her discover the truth about herself?
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