ScoutTheWitch

this would absolutely devastate my divination seer guise I've put so much work into ;-; but damn this is really cool and totally up the whimsical witch alley, hope it passes!! I'd immediately pivot all my "voidal divination" shit into fitting this aesthetic and stylings

When the notice reached the Oracle of the Void, her crimson hued eyes would dart over the length of the page as she took a long drag. A puff of the smoke was cast out over the balcony railing carried by a sigh, “Woe be upon ye t'at give into t'e temptations o' power in all its false'oods.” She tossed the paper to one of her flightless crows, who carried it over in its beak to a candle, letting it slowly burn away in an ashtray. “Gluttonous, megalomaniacal fools. Yer evil and treachery is rooted out time and 'gain . . . when shall ye learn?”

The Oracle of the Void brought a hand to her chin in contemplation as she read over the missive; something about it seemed not to bring her any ease or comfort. Much the opposite, as word of the Tear's closing seemed to unsettle her, not solely by the mention of an incursion of a hollow within the Veil. A great battle had transpired to see such would occur, and yet it seemed quite certain that this war for the sanctity of the Veil was not over, perhaps simply just beginning. She turned her gaze to the sill of her office and upon the flock of crows gathered, their vacuous eyes of starry orange and yellow nebulae glancing every which way until she beckoned one over with a curl of one of her crooked digits. When they landed upon her forearm, she scribed a short note in that mana infused ink of indigo hue, setting raven feather pen aside as she tied it with a ribbon just above her messenger's claw. A wave of her hand she sent them off, flying out above the roofs of Hohkmat. Turning back to her desk, she folded her hands before her face, staring across to the other side of the room. “I fear t'e worst 'as yet to come . . . portents of doom lie 'pon t'e 'orizon. I usually try not to meddle in fate's plans but . . . per'aps t'at ought to change.” A heavy sigh escaped her before she drew open one of her desk drawers, removing from it a blunt and a box of matches. One end in the corner of her mouth, striking a match to light the other, she drew into her lungs a moment before releasing a puff of smoke into the cool evening air. “So mote it be.”

Laurissa, the revolutionary who had—by luck and chance—led the coup that deposed Razad, finished her speech with a sheathing of that rapier of starsteel. She stepped her way past the crowds of people, those who had gathered around her and Faeryel to liberate the rule of the Academy of Hohkmat. A revolution she started out of a moment of heated emotions, of emotions she let boil to the point that she decided after her mistake to simply follow through and rattle the old man until he was put in his place. She echoed those words she spoke to him after her display of him as she descended the steps, “Momento mori . . . remember, ye are mortal.”

The Lady Magister of the Circle of Esotericism lofted her rapier of starsteel to the heavens. "Long live t'e Academy. Long live 'o'kmat!" A bolt of lightning would crash down from the sky and strike her blade, letting out a burst of sparks as it crackled along its ethereally glimmering surface. She had done it, she had deposed a tyrant.

Laurissa wiped the blood off her rapier, yet proud of her attempt as lightning crackled around her with a hum. “For an old crotchety ****, Razad needs to learn 'ow to grow up.” She paused a moment, furrowing her brow. “And 'e didn't approve t'at lesson wit' me . . . I'll need more of a word.”

Laurissa the Thriceblood gave her review, of utmost in depth description of her experience with the Waffle Castle salesmen and their curious cart-based culinary concoctions: “I surprisingly did not die. - Laurissa”

Scout turns invisible . . .

“A wonderful creditin' of my risks and efforts . . . I am not, in fact, an 'independent', nor an 'adventurer'.” A Lady Magister of Hohkmat grumbled as she looked over the page, “And it's 'Gnæfa', not 'Gnaefa'.” She corrected over pedantically.

It is genuinely baffling to be this attached to real world bigotry. If the categories of bigotry which are banned on the server were expanded to cover homophobia, what changes? What is so fundamentally altered that you feel you have to rally against such? I do not understand in the slightest. Edit, Addendum: To quote Reggie Fils Aime, "If it's not fun, why bother?" We are all here to play a game together, and if something is hindering people's ability to have fun with this game, then what fun of yours is being taken away to allow people to better enjoy their hobby?

Meteor as usual being based af

"I wonder what t'at's 'bout . . ." The Lady Magister pondered.

". . . an flat latz women . . .?" The Lady Magister raised an eyebrow as she crumpled up her copy of the missive, "I see we're treatin' women like property today, aren't we?" She tutted before going to do a sick bank shot of the paper ball into the furnace of her smithy.