hemomancy

Cresence Sythaerin sighs. She bangs her head against a wall. Writing letters would be far too difficult currently.

Marusya Sarkozic looks quizzically- she must make the awkward question that is; can she finally kiss girls?

From her bed, a sickly, retired writer lightly smiles. She had not liked him, but as a man surrounded by rumors he was a joy to write about.

MINI AUCTION (real) Do YOU want a miniature of your character? But DOUBLE the size of a regular DND mini? Come one come all! I will make a model, force ask my father to nicely print it out for me, then sand and paint it! Promise to not be weird with your address :) The mini will be shipped in a small box with bubble wrap, hopefully giving enough room to not be broken! Any minis with thin weapons have the chance. This example is nearly finished, only needing some highlights and finishing some of the details. The bid will be starting at 30 USD and bids in increments of 1 USD This will cover the file, filament used, materials to paint, and shipping. Paypal, Cashapp, and Venmo! It will end February 9th at 5pm EST! Bid Format: Discord: Bid: Happy bidding! Dm on discord (hemomancy.) if you have any questions or comment them!

real. also price im thinking under 50, maybe 35-40

ngl, something i have to look up, im thinking boxes and bubblewrap

you do not want to know how many shipping envelopes my family has; but yes

HELLO! In my ongoing endeavor to profit off this server do more things for fun, I would like to paint more miniatures! I've this lovely one I've been working on recently, of my own character as I learn how to paint, and I'm wondering- would people buy them of their characters? For reference, this is the one I've been working on. About double the size of a regular mini, I keep referring to it as a small.

Cresence Sythaerin hurriedly shows the missive to her best friend, Carallia Maeyr'onn. "Look!" Says she, shoving the missive over. "We should see about helping, but look who signed." @Aces__1

A magi deeply sighs. A shame, thought she, who during brief visits and exchanges found the manor quite nice along the mountain.

An Adrian Sarkozic lights a candle in her room, having unbeknown to her, almost a similar fate to the young girl just a few years ago. "Y wish they'd have let her seen w whales." Murmurs Marusya, who then returns back to her work.

The aide to the Duke, Marusya Sarkozic, fidgets with her daggers at her desk; the paperwork having bored her for the moment. "Niet for people. For spookmen." She reminds herself, staring off at the sharp aurum. With the war finally seeing an end, she still had never raised a blade against another human.

Elaena Nullivari murmurs to herself whilst braiding gold chains into her hair, delicate fingers separating the fine stands. "Perhaps we must talk over some tea..."

"Y do niet feel like dying to dirty blades. Y rather die to y own." Mutters the Duke's aide, still distraught from what transpired during the 'peace' meeting she lacked invite to. "Whatever. Y keep trying. If y die y die as a peace-seeking diplomat. Who knew peace was a fight in itself. F*cking idiotic. Did they niet even leave room for negotiation?" Marusya Sarkozic asks herself.

The Duke's youngest daughter bashed her head against a thick tome just once. Her fight for peace naught; "F*ck y. F*ck this." Marusya mutters, at least able to enjoy the new tune while she laments.

A Witch of the North cackles from her far-off, icy seaside home. "Ah! Ve men now renounce those who even try to help vhem. Great."

Marusya Sarkozic outwardly cusses, least to the four walls of her room. The aide questions if her sudden uptick of letters sent out is for naught with all the adults and 'leaders' holding grudges for far too long. The teen had not known peace in her time, though still made a weaponless fight for it.

The Duke's aide continues along with her work. Her least favorite part? Reports.

A diplomat prepares herself for the work ahead; the Duke's aide, Marusya Klavdiya Sarkozic, would not get a break.

im playing my witch again. pleas.

Lady Marusya hums the tune to herself throughout the days following the Duma.

The aide of the Duke rushes around trying to ensure nothing is out of place... we all know there will be a little something out of place. Nonetheless, Marusya Klavdiya is quite content. "Ave Adria, Ave Duma!"