The day had been long, full of consultations with the high elves of the feir'dal clans and the dwarven kin. The high elven guards were enlarging their patrol routes, meeting often with the dwarves of Kaladim, securing the city boarders and pushing back the orcish troops that were increasingly restless of late.

Rumors of dark forces seen fleetingly in the darkness told me I must redouble my efforts in study and the ways of magics if I were going to aid in the upcoming battle against the dark storm that was sweeping Faydark.

Alone now, I feel the power of my words surge through my body, unleashing one devasting spell after another. The magics are stronger in the land and the waves of knowledge that flow over me give me pause to consider the Gods plans. Whatever may come, I will stand by my King and kin with my last breathe.

Fayla ignites the surrounding air with a blistering magnifacence as she
prepares to protect her beloved homeland.

A beautiful maiden with the will of dragons,
tonight, she is Fayla Dawnlight, Lady of the Blaze.