Level 18 - High Lord Scribe of Mastered Illuminations
The follow string of Mirror-folk evolutions, Mihradhz, Mihrral, and Mihradamagus, are collectively known as The Mirr. They are all curious and slightly annoying, each in their own way. They advance through their lives by pestering the rare mortals who visit their plane.
Maddoc sat amid a pile of unrecognizable corpses. Men, Dwarves, Orcs, you couldn't tell. He periodically took a stab at one with his new knife and screamed, 'STOP LAUGHING AT ME!'
Drink deep from the Moon-Cup, let its powers quench your thirst, or even save your marriage.