BROKEN ⚡TRINGS

[mielofficial 489]

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image title: Where Have All The Good Bands Gone And Where Are All The Gods

 

What is this bleak, cold silence that has cast this deep shadow on sullen faces of the denizens across Azuras?

 

Has life always been like this?

 

So quiet and devoid of whimsy?

 

For years it has been obvious that joy had been rapidly eroding with the scarcity,

 

pockets growing fat with too much coin and no merchandise to spend it on with each passing day.

 

What is this feeling?

 

This new void in culture so wounding that even Lady Truthful herself couldn’t bear to write about it?

 

You know the answer, piercing your cold heart as you lament the notable absence of

 

 

 

 

 

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image title: the LANDSKAR logo

 

 

Had you watched your last LANDSKAR show and you didn’t even realize it?

 

.....................

 

Or have you?

  

[28idle 192]

"Disbandment? It cannot be.." laments an elfess clad in red as she reads over the missive, and a tear trickles down her cheek.

[Spinzir 260]

Deep within the confines of a distant and toppled city of marble, a withered and woeful Numrini’th fell to his knees with a wail that shook the earth.

 

Thus, the once-proud Mori’Quessir found himself reduced to little more than a bawling pile of flesh, trembling in torment whilst his tears flowed to found new rivers.

[Cheese 8874]

For days, Juniper inconsolably sobbed while hugging all of her LANDSKAR merch.

[silariathas 112]

    Somewhere beyond the many and plenty stairwells of Aelwen, a platinum-haired elfess lay in her bed burning an absentminded stare through her ceiling. LANDSKAR merchandise surrounded Moira, banners hung neatly from walls and signatures kept in meticulous piles at her nightstand. 

    Despite their lasting presence, reminders that they ever existed in the form of abstract posters and crumpled drink tickets, LANDSKAR’s palpable absence felt like a dagger to her ribs. Dread yawned open within her. Colored parchment and fond memories scarcely did them justice. Where were they? Was that it?

    Darkness and war enveloping the south paled in comparison to such a conundrum. After all, what point was there in anything when whimsy had been struck from the table? Dour she would remain until their return, if they ever returned at all, of which she’d never know

[UniBearse 922]

[clearlynoko 201]

A certain elven woman mourns such a disheartening idea...

[LADY TRUTHFUL 277]

Lady Truthful herself screamed out in pain at the missive.

[kuerbis 3802]

Valentiná of Asturias laid on a lounging chair, the back of her hand cast dramatically upon her forehead. She'd been staring at the ceiling, sometimes sighing, but never speaking. Every now and then, an Imperial Guardsman cast a threatening stare to the bard she'd ordered to play LANDSKAR hits for the past five hours or so, to urge him to keep going.

 

Spoiler

 

A visual depiction of the Crown Princess of Man