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Name: Daimd
Titles: Daimd the Unknown Father, Daimd the Sometimes-Traveller, Daimd the Damned, Daimd the Dreamless Sleeper
Height: Average.
Weight: Higher than average.
Build: Extremely burly.
Hair Color: Dark purple.
Eye Color: Green.
Handedness: Heavily left-handed, capable of casting with his right.
General Appearance: Imposing stature, often laughing, big hands and feet, broad shoulders.

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How did we die, Quinn?

Was I old, and you ever young, and you watching as the breath rattled from my lungs that final time? Did you curse me my race, my age, and my last apology? Did you walk away from my corpse without ever once looking back, and did you miss me?

Or were we together, laughing and red-stained side-by-side as the bodies tangled at our feet? Did we eventually sink to our knees, biting kisses and licking the blood from one another, ever laughing even as our wounds overcame us? Did we wake in hell together, and sate our lust on the doorstep of damnation?

Or was I at your mercy as always, Quinn, and did you finally take me in that manner so different from how I always took you?

How did we die?

Did I finally tell you what your orc really is, a creature foreign to the words 'brother' or 'father'? Did I ever tell you of Valm, the only child ever recognised as my own? Oh, Quinn, did you hate her, and the very idea of her? Did you hate her mother, Valla, and my old friend, the Chief, and my old, old family, the people I came from?

Did we die together, or apart, Quinn? Did we understand one another in the end? Oh, Quinn.