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note this story is about a male night elf named Xander and his adventures since the war between the 4 races wahmbulance

I was raised in the shadows of a dark gaian neighborhood. Where power ruled instead of logic. My friends were made loosely as many would fall to the curse of the dreaded plagues of "light knights" that would "cleanse the lands" by aka pillaging the defenseless. in a word, they were more crooked than the mighty underworld boss's. which is probably why i found my self in this dungeon, left forgotten by the entire outside world during the gaian outsiders war, where humans, elves, glombies, and vampires all fought fora misconception of a fortune teller which i would find out later. the only ones who knew i was alive were my captives. a company controlled by vampires, called D-corp. when i was captured they forced me to work for their mining operations under a building in the towns to mine null crystals and rare minerals. They tortured you down there for the slightest mistake, enough to give you pain for a few weeks, but never too much to make you useless. I was however in one of these situations as the warden hates night elves for a unknown reason.

"come here little elf, let me show you again the pain of my comrades that was dealt in this war.", The warden raised his vampiric rune embalmed baton advanced over to where i was chained for the night. I closed my eyes, and felt the stinging pain once again as he hit me in the side, a place you "don't need to use to walk or lift" as the warden put it. He hit again, and again, after a while the pain started to lessen with hits as my side went numb. mercifully losing awareness of it, i fell into the insides of my mind. Then several hours later, something soft touched me.