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Hi, I'm Aro! Here are my alts!

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Height: 5'9"
Age: 30

I've taken him from the end of Legends, ie after his aborted attack on Takhisis in the Abyss.

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Art by gwengivar.
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“Hope is the denial of reality. It is the carrot dangled before the draft horse to keep him plodding along in a vain attempt to reach it."

- "Are you saying we shouldn't hope?"

"I'm saying we should remove the carrot and walk forward with our eyes open!”

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“This wasn't in the histories", Raistlin murmured to himself, staring down at the little wretched bodies, his brow furrowed. His eyes flashed. "Perhaps", he breathed, "this means time has already been altered?"

For long moments he sat there, pondering. Then suddenly he understood.

None saw Raistlin's face, hidden as it was by his hood, or they would have noted a swift, sudden spasm of sorrow and anger pass across it.

"No," he said to himself bitterly, "the pitiful sacrifice of these poor creatures was left out of the histories not because it did not happen. It was left out simply because-"

He paused, staring grimly down at the small, broken bodies. "No one cared...”

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Art by Salacia-of-Vanadiel.
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“Remove your hands, brother!" Raistlin said in a flat, soft whisper.

"I'll see you in the Abyss!"

"I said remove your hands!" There was a flash of blue light, a crackle and sizzling sound, Caramon screamed in pain, loosening his hold as jarring, paralyzing shock surged through his body.

"I warned you," Raistlin straightened his robes and resumed his seat.

"By the gods, I will kill you this time!" Caramon said through clenched teeth, drawing his sword with trembling hand.

"Then do so," Raistlin snapped, looking up from the spellbook he had reopened, "and get it over with. This constant threatening becomes boring!”