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Throne of Blood and Ash

Caught in a deadly game between Gods and Demons, Angels and Devils, Izalith Snow was torn from her home and family and cast into a World of Blood and Ash. Lost in the Exalted Wheel, Izalith must lift her blade toward not just the Heavens but the Hells and all that may live in between. Carrying the Blade of Laevatein at her waist and a mischievous grin, Izalith journeys through the Hidden Realm of Arcadia. Unaware of the lingering eyes tainted by sin, a dark, looming smile obscured behind a veil of smoldering darkness is revealed. ***

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The Black Suns I

Getting a good feel of the Heartstones and their purpose, I nodded, hooked Zanifar to my waist with its leather strap, and shot a look to Eryth. "So, am I allowed to leave the city?" 

"Oh, I almost forgot." he said, slapping his forehead, before handing me a small crest of a sword and two hammers." Here, take this; this is the crest of the Inquisitor. Do have restraint when using it. You are my responsibility till you become at least a half-decent fighter." 

I placed the inquisitor crest into my chest pocket, unsure where to go from here. Do I leave? Are we done? I feel like we are done… yeah, we are done. 

"K, so if we're done, I'll be on my way. Hit me up if you've got something interesting." I finally said. 

Eryth waved me off," Sure, now close the door on your way out. I've got a meeting in… shit now. Shoo-Shoo."