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Juniper, as usual, waited for one of Scrisa’s visits. They were infrequent and short, and she knew it was wrong…. but she enjoyed the company nonetheless. Life had grown bleak and lonely, and perhaps the time spent with her undead friends provided some semblance of the past. Of happier times.

 

Juniper waited and waited…. but the visit never came. And only then did Juniper realize how lonely she truly was without Scrisa. Her ex-wife, still her best friend, and always her family.

 

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I'm going to miss Scrisa so much :( She was such a good character (even if she was a terrible person). Thank you for letting me be part of her story <3 Ily Aech

 

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O'zen had thought of Scrisa often, through the years. Talk of her betrayal had inspired her. She was right - the undead should never be chained. A reminder of the womans core philosophy. When the news eventually came to her, it would be as a buzzing between the ears. Not quite grief, and certainly not happiness. 

Just something empty, in her chest. 

 

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SCRISA NOOO!!!!! 

I hope we get to RP more soon I miss the simple days of kaethul 😭

 

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The younger Daesmon had just found out about the plan, the full extent of his families involvement. He had raised the Wraith, his first occult ritual that he had been invited to. He had patiently awaited the day he could finally meet what his creation had become, yet now it would never come to fruition.

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As Narithen Uialben awoke from the small nap that his injuries sustained fighting the demon samurai had warranted, he paused for a moment to wonder about just how active this week had been.

He really wanted to know exactly what lich's phylactery that had been when he smashed it. And if maybe he knew them.

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Vengeance filled the heart of Az'rekash, purposeless and irrational, a liberty granted by his form.

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It was a mercy Kiva never had to know their teacher in her final state.

Still, they mourn sometimes, taking time to remember their deceased friends, and hope that the afterlife is kind. 

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Somewhere, the ancient guardian of Scrisa stirred. It was not over, not yet. A few final loose ands needed tying off.

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A particular druid would go on unaware to the passing of one of their foes in one of many battles. Though the abcense of such a threat would be dully noted. Though the Monolith knew It was not their victory to commemorate, or their loss to mourn, it was aknowledged, albeit under a veil of indifference.

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Lumia had often wondered what her father meant when he said her little sister was still alive, she thought of her now as she went about her day renovating and fortifying her Keep.
She had a very sudden urge to smack her son around. As if he’d done something tragic that would be irreparable. Just as irreparable as her chances of seeing her sister again. 

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