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THE BALLOT ((MC name: nornukig )) Name: Khaeryr Leverys Vote for Okarir'hiylun: ( XX ) Seth Calith ( ) Valyris Wynasul

THE BALLOT ((MC name: nornukig )) Name: Khaeryr Leverys Vote for Sohaer: ( XX ) Arelyn Iyathir ( ) Nuala Telperion

Upon having his fill of the previous issue, mister K. Leverys fishes out yet another sheet from a tightly bound stack of scandalous tabloids. "My my" he muses with insurmountable levels of lethargy seeping through the gaps between his breaths, "One should be overjoyed for their mistakes to be treated with such leniency. Now... Will the poor wretch choose to seize this opportunity?"

Upon witnessing the odd scene play out somewhere on the streets of Karinah'siol, the moony librarian decided to stay out of sight and beyond earshot of the group. He could barely stifle a hiccup when the fourth person jumped the previous three from behind. Before retreating deep into the bowels of San'evarir, Mr. Leverys muttered something barely coherent under his rimy breath. The mumbling sounded somewhat like "What a perfect day to lock oneself up somewhere far from here." Then again, maybe it could've been deciphered as "Imagine if they had knives and no regard for the law." It's hard to tell for sure.

THE BALLOT ((MC name: nornukig )) Name: Khaeryr Leverys Vote for Okarir'tir: ( XX ) Valorin Celia'thilln ( ) Ellisar Aevaris ( ) Olrin Hildinyr

An unsuitably dressed for the harsh weather mali'aheral climbed up the 56 steps he learned to dread and respect over the last few months. There, laying atop a thick layer of dust, a single folded note greeted him from the reception desk. Having been left deprived of his precious books, Khaeryr Leverys rushed to the letter, giggling and gasping in anticipation of something to READ. The abundant text was somewhat blurred from what appeared like... teardrop stains? Several important parts could only be interpreted from the context, which the disquieted bookkeeper happily did. The bittersweet valediction took him on a journey of nostalgia, sadness and wistful melancholy. Then, upon a third time reading the damn thing, he finally managed to notice who the author was. The revelation left him only perplexed as he frowned and un-frowned upon the parchment. "Well I'll be damned, the mali in question actually resigned himself. Huh..." mumbled Khaeryr under his breath as he studied the wet note some more "Change is not bad, different is good." he lowered the scrap down, revealing the somber sight of empty, spider-infested bookshelves before him. "Or, at the very least, it certainly means not the same."

THE BALLOT ((MC name: nornukig )) Name: Khaeryr Leverys Vote for Okarir'hiylun (can't believe you schmucks made me change this you got the point): ( ) Maeve Elibar'acal (XX) Aestenia Aevaris

He shifted, groaned and wrestled with his blanket. Gripped by another fit of meaningful nightmares, mister Leverys crashed down to the floor while traversing an incorporeal dungeon in his sleep. Upon a rough waking, the elf clambered onto his office chair and, muttering a couple of curses, commenced the long and tedious ritual of reviewing his shoddy penmanship. His eyes run down an array of incomprehensible scribbles before they stopped at two particular entries: THE HUNT : ORB OF NIGHTMARES It brandished impenetrable illusions. It bordered between reality and nightmare. It had… tentacles. We, an ill-prepared lot, hunted it down. The general consensus remains that the thing did not perish, oh no. It merely retreated. THE HUNT : ORB OF NIGHTMARES, BELOW Seek it once – an honest mistake. Seek it twice and… Well… Just don’t. Deep underground it hid away - a tormented soul, malformed, abhorrent, weeping viscous tears of pitch black. It invited us, and we followed, despite our incompetence. But to where? There was an empty space after them, implying a third instance. Khaeryr hesitated, scratching his chin with the tip of a quill "Ne... It's done, there won't be a third time. And if there will be - I won't come, to hell with it." he oh so blatanrly lied, more to himself than to anyone else.

Does reality bend and buckle under the weight of amassing nightmares... or do nightmares arm themselves with snippets from my past and present? Whichever way the wind blows, my gaze deflects somewhere beyond, a place where I'm not meant to be.

Those seeking paranormality find it in no short supply for this insane, wretched reality is eager to provide. To keep yourself walled, to remain oblivious, to become complacent - is to stagnate and perish. To do otherwise... is insane.

THE BALLOT ((MC name: nornukig)) Name: Khaeryr Leverys Vote for Okarir'nor: ( ) Zelios Elibar'acal (XX) Nuala Telperion

Memories fade and overlap in a maddening entanglement, am I to untwine this abhorrent knot myself? An insurmountable task, for sure. It was not meant to be, fate is reserved for those powerful enough to capitalize on it, which I am not.

THE BALLOT ((MC name: nornukig)) Name: Khaeryr Leverys Vote for Aiera Sullas: (X) For ( ) Against

IGN: nornukigCategory: ArtworkArtwork: An origami masu box, made out of A4 sheets bearing printed-out pattern of sightless eyes, which I have manually drawn with a 0.3 thick fineliner beforehand. Snippet of the scanned pattern is below:

A disastrous strip of time, rife with both unexpected and undesired encounters, ghastly revelations of otherwordly kind, morbid recollections from the hollowed out past. It became a struggle to push through and a calamity to outlive.