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An itsy bitsy sorvian newt, peered down at the missive with glimmering, stone eyes. The little fellow was draped in silks and cloths that covered his masked cranium. The minature oracle splayed his gloved hands, as various gems and beads fell out of his sleeves. Hundreds of cards came flying out of his sleeves, kept hanging by tiny little strings. Tuff plucked some cards from this 'floating' deck and constructed a patchwork message to the prospective student of his.... Tuff would of course, await the 'hero wizards' response, at his very functional crystal ball.

Somewhere, a woman stood above many crafts of bone. The exiled woman's thick sealskin hood covered her head. Meriwa had travelled for days, and her pack grew heavy upon her back. The woman gently ushered a rehabilitated polar bear cub into the tundras, releasing its bindings and letting the beast run free. Upon her journey back home, her pack was lighter, she idly chewed upon her rations as she read through the missive, "Leaving your own mother's death in the hands of another?" she'd question, to no one in particular, "I didn't raise a coward" she'd crumple the bounty up into her pocket, alongside other memorabilia. Tears spilled from the scarred woman's cheeks, "I never wanted to kill you... Nuvi... I wanted the chance to be your mother, that was robbed from me"

A merchant packs up her things and meanders to Balian.

A sightless, and unsightly woman sat in the confines of her quaint home. Headscarf and gloves abandoned at the door. The elfess' infernal features on full display, in privacy. The woman grasped the missive with her talons, skewering part of it on her claw, lifting it up to view it. A small smile spread across her features. The woman settled her head against the sofa, as the crackling fire roared in front of her, "It gets shorter and shorter" she mused, as her limbs fell limp to her sides. Various scars littered her accursed and aged body, "How boring" she'd sigh quietly. Despite the subject matter, her expression remained largely unchanged, if anything, she seemed to revel in vindication.

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Personally, I would keep some of these CA's listed, even if there are player character Silit or Vargr. There may still be cases where they are event creatures, and it could be fun to be able to interact in that way. I'd still get rid of Paladins, Frost witches etc, because those are completely gone.

Full Name of Man - Theodore Arthur de Lyons Date of Birth of Man - 2004 Name of Woman - Arowyn Laurelie Date of Birth of Woman - 2004 Location of Ceremony - Chapel Of Holy Saint James II Date of Ceremony (Year) - 2034 Name of Clergyman who performed ceremony - Father Stanislav

A very pink, rather old dark elf pens a letter "Hiii! Hiiiiiiiiiiiii Hi! Hi, I would love to make things with you! Though! I don't know ya too well! I'm Olaurae THE Ludicrous. A bard extraordinaire, and an artist of many types. If you'd like to let me know where you live, and whereabouts we could meet, I'd be ecstatic to." There wasn't much effort put into the formatting of the letter, and every word was filled with extra loopy letters, and each 'i' was dotted with a little over the top heart. It was sickeningly sweet, and even more so, it was stamped with a bright, garish pink wax seal.

Don't be silly, evil people can harm children. Its a roleplay server.

A witch stirs...

Hesperia somehow finds this missive, amongst various other letters. The ancient Oyashiman stares down at it for a moment, "Do I need reading glasses? Is that my name?" she'd proceed to squint at it again, "Why is my name on the missive of some deranged mad man? What elven wedding was I invited to of all people? Don't they know I hate weddings?"

A girl that had spoken to Cordelia, once, maybe twice. Though she knew it not, remained blissfully unaware of the witch in the woods. The small thing bumbled out of her cottage to tend to her sheep, ignorant of any threat at all.

I usually have a good feel for if something is AI generated, but even after looking at the picture of the child for about ten minutes, I still cant see it.

A very human, completely normal Wick celebrates the free shiny stuff.