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The Darkfallen, San'layn.
Welcome to the Darkfallen, San'layn guide. Here you can find all the information currently known about the race and faction. Information will be added over time if anything new becomes available.
Before you decide to make a Darkfallen character.
Think for a moment. Reconsider, maybe. Playing a Darkfallen is considered difficult, if near impossible, to pull off.
First of all, they aren't vampires.
Second, they're undead. Not attractive and glitzy.
Third, they cannot create other Darkfallen.
Fourth, they're most likely Scourge loyal.
Racial name: Darkfallen.
'Faction name': San'layn, of the Scourge.
Previous race: Blood elf only.
Language(s): Thalassian, Common.
The Darkfallen are the elite, immortal soldiers of the Scourge
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I remained silent as she star
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Title: Teacher!Romano x Student!Reader: Love Not Lost 3
Commission for: chasjade
A/N: I am SOOOO sorry this is so late! Turns out I don't have very good marks in class, and when that usually happens, I just procrastinate like hell, because studying is obviously not working |D Anyway, please enjoy the last chapter of Love Not Lost!
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