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In the deep depths of the Off Topic... One Long lost member lurks the lost realms.. The forum threads and everything else. He is the Seventh. There were Eight... But The Seventh was the wisest and when the other Seven (Himself not included) were enraged by the Dwarves of Hilram and their loud mining within the mountain embarked on a journey to try to come to a agreement with them, he stayed behind; Knowing that it was hopeless and they would smash them and beat them without even trying. The Dwarves of Hilram were Allies with no one and wouldn't take anything from anyone unless spoken in Khuzdul, the sacred language of the Dwarves. It was rare for anyone who wasn't a Dwarf to learn the language, because it was just too difficult. Sadly, the Seven other Elves were never heard from again.
The Seventh, locked himself away in the kingdom and continued to study magick and the history of everything there was to learn. He learned ended up giving up magic, because it required too much time to master and he was losing time that he could be spending killing the Dwarves who killed his friends. He remembered as a kid, he had been given a Tubeng (Strong Bow) and a quiver of Pilimors (Dark/Black Arrows). He ventured out towards his old home which was taken away from him long ago by sprites. He used a Hathelas and a Halhigil (Leaf Blade and Hidden Dagger) until he came upon his old home.
It was deep in the woods. He saw it and almost cried. He was remembering old memories of his family. Chin up. He walked in and searched for it, but what happened next was unexpected. There was a glow in his old moss-covered trunk at the foot of his bed. He opened it up to find his bow glowing a dark purple hue. He picked it up and felt a sudden energy flow from his hand up his arm and throughout his body. He looked at the bow as the purple glow dimmed to just a purple bow.. But something was off.. His skin was purple, and it felt as if it was really cold. How could that be? He took his bow and quiver and ran.
He ran and ran until he came upon a small pond. He began frantically washing his arms with the water, in hope to clean the purple from his skin. He felt this dark feeling in his chest and began to thirst for blood.. Not actually to drink it, but to just kill something. He had the urge to kill whatever got in his way. He saw his eyes in the reflection of the water.. A glowing red.. A snap of a branch and a arrow flying towards it. He looked down at his now perched bow and steady hand before walking in the direction of the sound. A squirrel hang with a arrow through it's neck in a tree. He took the arrow from the tree and left the squirrel.
Several months later, it is said he found a sprite and it took him to some distant time. The world was full of flesh eating men and there were other men who fought them, and even tried killing himself. He adjusted to this world, ate the sprite and was disguised as a man himself, his bow transforming into this large, metal thing that people called a "Barret .50 cal". He was new to this, and at first his accuracy sucked, because he was trying to shoot above his targets, used to his bow.
He met a hybrid of a man and a penguin. His name was Marvin. Marvin showed him that the barret had a very precise accuracy. He taught the Elf how to shoot, and in turn the Elf taught him how to survive in general. The Elf was a pure killing machine. In this new world, he brought his agility and strength and was able to run and shoot at the same time with almost pin-point accuracy. He had also gained a major appetite, and ate loads of pasta, fish, beans and steak.. Drinking water and carbonated flavored water along the way. His favorite, was Dew of the Mountain. It reminded him of home...

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