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In a far away land there lived an elven warrior, Glindiel. Glindiel was as fair as elves of tales: her body was tall and delicate, yet strong and durable, as her enemies often found out. Her long golden hair beamed in the sunlight, blinding her enemies and causing them to turn away in fear as she charged.
Glindiel
Less known was that Glindiel had a sister, Nimnia. Technically she was a half-sister, but they never thought of it that way; as elves could live for millennia, they rarely stayed together for all eternity, and it wasn’t uncommon for them to eventually find new mates.
Nimnia
Nimnia wasn’t fully of elven blood; her father had been a human warrior from the north. She had the long golden hair of her mother, but compared to her sister she was shorter and curvier; her large round breasts and round, firm butt complimented the natural elven beauty from her mother’s side. She wasn’t a classical beauty the same way her sister was, but her shapes made her sexy and desirable in a way no pure elf could achieve.
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For decades, Glindiel had travelled the world as a travelling adventurer, taking in the sights and longing to always see new people, new races and new adventures. Her mother didn’t approve of this, but only when she gave birth to Nimnia did Glindiel come back home, wanting to see her sister grow.
They did their best to guide Nimnia into a respectable life, but the young half-elf would always look at her sister in awe. She wanted to be like her, she wanted to learn to fight like her sister did and see the world like her. Whether she wanted it or not, Glindiel was always a role model and an idol for her sister, and Nimnia would always look up to her.
And, even though she wanted to respect the wishes of her mother, Glindiel had to admit that Nimnia was good – very good. Her incredible dexterity, elven stealth and nimbleness combined with her human strength and sheer curiosity and creativity made her a natural rogue. Against her mother’s wishes, Glindiel started training her sister in the arts of combat; she knew her sister well enough to understand that she would go out and adventure whether they liked it or not, and she felt it was better that she would be prepared when that happened.
One thing Glindiel never did, though: take her sister for a real adventure with real dangers. “You are so young, Nim,” she would say. “I have been doing this for hundreds of years, you’re not even of age yet! When you turn twenty, I will take you with me; not before.”
Nimnia would groan and complain, but her sister wouldn’t budge. Time passed, and Nimnia kept training hard as ever, determined to be ready when the time came.
She would turn twenty very, very soon; and then she would have her first adventure.
In a far away land there lived an elven warrior, Glindiel. Glindiel was as fair as elves of tales: her body was tall and delicate, yet strong and durable, as her enemies often found out. Her long golden hair beamed in the sunlight, blinding her enemies and causing them to turn away in fear as she charged.
Glindiel
Less known was that Glindiel had a sister, Nimnia. Technically she was a half-sister, but they never thought of it that way; as elves could live for millennia, they rarely stayed together for all eternity, and it wasn’t uncommon for them to eventually find new mates.
Nimnia
Nimnia wasn’t fully of elven blood; her father had been a human warrior from the north. She had the long golden hair of her mother, but compared to her sister she was shorter and curvier; her large round breasts and round, firm butt complimented the natural elven beauty from her mother’s side. She wasn’t a classical beauty the same way her sister was, but her shapes made her sexy and desirable in a way no pure elf could achieve.
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For decades, Glindiel had travelled the world as a travelling adventurer, taking in the sights and longing to always see new people, new races and new adventures. Her mother didn’t approve of this, but only when she gave birth to Nimnia did Glindiel come back home, wanting to see her sister grow.
They did their best to guide Nimnia into a respectable life, but the young half-elf would always look at her sister in awe. She wanted to be like her, she wanted to learn to fight like her sister did and see the world like her. Whether she wanted it or not, Glindiel was always a role model and an idol for her sister, and Nimnia would always look up to her.
And, even though she wanted to respect the wishes of her mother, Glindiel had to admit that Nimnia was good – very good. Her incredible dexterity, elven stealth and nimbleness combined with her human strength and sheer curiosity and creativity made her a natural rogue. Against her mother’s wishes, Glindiel started training her sister in the arts of combat; she knew her sister well enough to understand that she would go out and adventure whether they liked it or not, and she felt it was better that she would be prepared when that happened.
One thing Glindiel never did, though: take her sister for a real adventure with real dangers. “You are so young, Nim,” she would say. “I have been doing this for hundreds of years, you’re not even of age yet! When you turn twenty, I will take you with me; not before.”
Nimnia would groan and complain, but her sister wouldn’t budge. Time passed, and Nimnia kept training hard as ever, determined to be ready when the time came.
She would turn twenty very, very soon; and then she would have her first adventure.
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