Crown of Vengeance

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A solitary figure stood gazing outward, at the edge of the crenellations ringing the circumference of the great tower soaring up from the top of the massive, mountain-citadel. Shrouded with a regal, proud air, The Unifier, the Lord of far more than Avanor, regarded the heart of His worldly dominion with an invigorating feeling of growing mastery.

Yet there was a deep concern weighing upon His mind, of a nature that rarely manifested to His pervasive senses.

The Unifier was a figure that embodied majesty and charisma, His captivating persona as legendary as the astounding feats that He had performed during His ascension to power. He was one of the most comely men to ever draw breath upon the face of Ave, and one would be very hard pressed to discover anyone who would dispute that observation.

He was fully six and a half feet tall, with a slightly olive tone to His smooth, unblemished skin. The immaculate state of His skin was noted by all who gained the privilege of close proximity to the Unifier. It was unmarred by scratch, bruise, or wrinkle, though His age was known to be great, and His travels extensive. It was regarded as yet another outward testimony to divine favor, as not even the immortal races fully escaped the ravages of time on their physical forms, whether Wizard, Elf, or the winged Elder in their skyward havens.

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