On such a breathless night as this
Upon my brow the lightest kiss
I walked alone
And all around the air did say
My lady soon will stir this way
In sorrow known
The white queen walks and
The night grows pale
Stars of lovingness in her hair

Needing - unheard
Pleading - one word
So sad her eyes
She cannot see

Unknown to many Beings, Orkana’s natural magics have been absent for thousands of years. Before the common era, the rampant forces of nature and forces born of such power roamed the globe as any mortal humanoid would. During the Phylazian cataclysm, The Chaotic, Lawful, Good, and Evil aspects of the natural world were torn asunder, and the wild lost most of its paranormal power. Shattered from the plane, the Fey have been trapped in a pocket dimension for past two thousand years. Until now…

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Orkana (3.5)
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