Eye of the storm.
I, of the storm.

I am the fruit you bear under your crown, brought in shame and grown from it. Bastard daughter of the Emperor, then disgusted secret of perverse nobles searching for a quick fix. And then I rose. I found my true people, they rose me as one of them. In the webs of the Underdark, I became the weapon I always needed to be free.

And maybe, someday, take what is mine while the wind blows eeries tunes in choir with the tears of rain ; a final blow for this tragic masquerade.

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A playlist in two parts (instrumental from track 1 to 11, and songs from track 12 to 21) for my character in D&D 5.0. Inspirations go from the nordic Svartalfar to the Unseelie celtic Court, flirting with French and Irish legends.

21 tracks