*polgara looks over at War*
yep that be where i got the name from... maybe some of the looks but if ya go in the tavern you will find out that i am my own hehe
*she then hands him a glowing ball thingy*
here have this... what color ya want it to be?
What eternal hand of eye, what limitless imagination, could concieve the pangs of immortal life? An eternity of broken dreams. A place where once I died. what divine-concieved design, could match a mortal life? A wry and rapt mortality. A life played out in sounds, of weeping, screaming sighs. Is this when the night comes down? The Shadow in us all, that ebbs and flows with ignorance...