ScoutTheWitch

Laurissa, the revolutionary who had—by luck and chance—led the coup that deposed Razad, finished her speech with a sheathing of that rapier of starsteel. She stepped her way past the crowds of people, those who had gathered around her and Faeryel to liberate the rule of the Academy of Hohkmat. A revolution she started out of a moment of heated emotions, of emotions she let boil to the point that she decided after her mistake to simply follow through and rattle the old man until he was put in his place. She echoed those words she spoke to him after her display of him as she descended the steps, “Momento mori . . . remember, ye are mortal.”

The Lady Magister of the Circle of Esotericism lofted her rapier of starsteel to the heavens. "Long live t'e Academy. Long live 'o'kmat!" A bolt of lightning would crash down from the sky and strike her blade, letting out a burst of sparks as it crackled along its ethereally glimmering surface. She had done it, she had deposed a tyrant.

Laurissa wiped the blood off her rapier, yet proud of her attempt as lightning crackled around her with a hum. “For an old crotchety ****, Razad needs to learn 'ow to grow up.” She paused a moment, furrowing her brow. “And 'e didn't approve t'at lesson wit' me . . . I'll need more of a word.”

Laurissa the Thriceblood gave her review, of utmost in depth description of her experience with the Waffle Castle salesmen and their curious cart-based culinary concoctions: “I surprisingly did not die. - Laurissa”

Scout turns invisible . . .

“A wonderful creditin' of my risks and efforts . . . I am not, in fact, an 'independent', nor an 'adventurer'.” A Lady Magister of Hohkmat grumbled as she looked over the page, “And it's 'Gnæfa', not 'Gnaefa'.” She corrected over pedantically.

It is genuinely baffling to be this attached to real world bigotry. If the categories of bigotry which are banned on the server were expanded to cover homophobia, what changes? What is so fundamentally altered that you feel you have to rally against such? I do not understand in the slightest. Edit, Addendum: To quote Reggie Fils Aime, "If it's not fun, why bother?" We are all here to play a game together, and if something is hindering people's ability to have fun with this game, then what fun of yours is being taken away to allow people to better enjoy their hobby?

Meteor as usual being based af

"I wonder what t'at's 'bout . . ." The Lady Magister pondered.

". . . an flat latz women . . .?" The Lady Magister raised an eyebrow as she crumpled up her copy of the missive, "I see we're treatin' women like property today, aren't we?" She tutted before going to do a sick bank shot of the paper ball into the furnace of her smithy.

From somewhere beyond death, the spirit of a Dame of Hanseti-Ruska's eyes shed a spectral tear, the first since her dearest Jennifer passed over a century ago. Her daughter meanwhile, in seeing the letter, took a folder labeled 'Twenty-seven step plan to destroy the devil worshiping homophobes of Canonism' and decided it might not be necessary anymore.

A pupil sat in her manor as she looked over a copy of the letter, her expression twisting into that of a deep frown. She tossed it into the fireplace with a huff, before having to return to living her lie, great displeasure felt at the news. The kin who brought her into the fold was gone, and she would need another guide. And perhaps, if she could ascend as far as she hoped, invite in another he had promised to be kin... Perhaps.