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  1. “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.
  2. 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?
  3. Meteor as usual being based af
  4. "I wonder what t'at's 'bout . . ." The Lady Magister pondered.
  5. ". . . 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.
  6. From somewhere beyond death, the spirit of a Dame of Hanseti-Ruska's eyes shed a spectral tear, the first since her dearest Jennifer passed over a century ago. Her daughter meanwhile, in seeing the letter, took a folder labeled 'Twenty-seven step plan to destroy the devil worshiping homophobes of Canonism' and decided it might not be necessary anymore.
  7. A pupil sat in her manor as she looked over a copy of the letter, her expression twisting into that of a deep frown. She tossed it into the fireplace with a huff, before having to return to living her lie, great displeasure felt at the news. The kin who brought her into the fold was gone, and she would need another guide. And perhaps, if she could ascend as far as she hoped, invite in another he had promised to be kin... Perhaps.
  8. A bastard of thrice-blood descent sat atop the library tower in the observatory in the District of the Sorcerous Path, humming a tune as her legs swayed in the breeze. In one hand she held the missive, reading it to herself, and the other a starsteel bastard sword rested in its sheath, pommel on her shoulder, "I 'ope t'is makes ye officially proud of me, mom. I'm a 'Lady-Magister' now, of my own right. I fought for t'is, and I'm gonna keep fightin' for it." The paper crumpled in her hand as she made a determined fist, before letting the wind take it.
  9. The madlads typed this one out at lightning speed, it was terrifying and concerning to watch.
  10. Laurissa Eliza Kort cried happy tears at seeing her special invitation. In her depression basement, she pinned up the invitation with a small smile on her face, right next to the in progress mana obelisk which looked like a half finished IKEA chair, with a paper instruction manual and everything sitting by the base. It was clear the Mistress of the Abstract needed some time to relax, and maybe mingle a bit. As she saw the name at the end of the invitation she smiled wearily, "T'anks Atticus..."
  11. Laurissa Eliza Kort looked over the remains of Tensei as they were brought into Valdev with shock, masking the rest of her emotions. When she returned to her office after, she poured herself a glass of liquor and slumped down onto one of the couches, "...Ye were really trustin' of t'e person who 'ad ye scrapped... t'at's what must've 'urt t'e most. I'm sorry, I should've done more..."
  12. The new Mistress of the Abstract, read over the missive with a curious gaze before her eyes reached the part mentioning her. A smile emerged on her lips, “Laurissa Kort.” She murmured the use of her bastard surname oddly fondly.
  13. Notice on the Red-Cloaked Conjurers A Warning to the People of Hanseti-Ruska and Beyond Issued by the Office of the Abstract On this 17th day of Jula ag Piov of 495 E.S. A series of individuals cloaked in robes of red with gold trim have been appearing on the rooftops of various cities, such as Valdev and the capital of Lurin, and casting strange magicks to summon chicken-like beasts which drift towards the ground. If struck, these beasts violently explode, and can cause severe burns if caught on exposed areas of skin such as the face or hands. Each time, the individual has summoned the creature then disappeared into a portal. It is suggested by the Office of the Abstract that if anyone encounters these strangely robed individuals, that they clear the scene and allow for a clean and safe dispatching of the creatures they summon so that the violence and harm caused by the explosions can be minimized. Allow a singular armored individual to dispatch the creature with a shot from a bow or crossbow of middling force once everyone has been cleared of the scene but before it can reach the ground. It is unknown what these creatures would do upon reaching the ground, but based on how they seem to act and react, it can be assumed they would attempt to attack. It is likely over time that the creatures they conjure will be greater than just monstrous canine-chickens, and that as things progress, citizens should be aware of this growing danger and steer clear of any appearances. Any and all information on this organization, recovered samples from the conjured creatures, or witness reports of possibly linked events should be brought to the attention of the Office of the Abstract by sending a letter to the Master of the Abstract or the Ward of the Abstract posthaste. Signed, His Lordship, Lord-Doctor Haus Weiss-Vuiller, Master of the Abstract Firress Laurissa Eliza Kort Ward of the Abstract
  14. Laurissa, Ward of the Abstract, nodded her head along as she read the strange missive. When her gaze reached the end of the page, she paused before murmuring out, “Aye, I can add t'at into my belief system.”
  15. Tears Upon a Rose’s Petal A collection of poetry by Dame Emelya Eloise “The Temperate” Kortrevich Edited and published posthumously by Laurissa Eliza A portrait of Dame Emelya Eloise Kortrevich kneeling before an unknown lover, artist unknown Her Amber Locks Blooming like marigolds atop her head I run my hand against each amber thread Your eyes a storm striking my heart alight O’ to my tempered restraint, I must fight Passion burning within my very soul To deny would take too great of a toll A love forbidden by those way on high But as my oath demands, I shall not lie O’ goddess of love you twist my heart so That eternal dreaded curse: lovesick woe Binding my soul with her fire-red hair The only pain which I cannot just bear Beauty, elegance, strength, heart, and kindness She bears each of these in greater excess Than even you, holy goddess of love Grant me to be with my amber haired dove Struck You bring me to my knees you villainess With unadulterated blissfulness No armor, no shield, can whether your blows Upon sight of you, with terror I froze I knew before your might I could not stand I have witnessed your greater strength firsthand A woman like me, she should be immune But this dame, with fright she can’t help but swoon With all foes have faced, I should know better But a look in your eyes, souls you fetter Women and men, they all fall in great droves Fields full of soldiers, you could raze those groves Upon my knees, upwards to you I face Your smile strikes me greater than a mace Your hand in my hair, your kiss never tart I know your target, a blow to my heart Sacrilege I question why this is called sacrilege A hate which I must defy with courage A love so pure which I know to be true I cannot fathom the hate which they spew Against such a pure thing as my amour Why those like me you decide to immure A crime you created to persecute In attempt to render our people mute Why oh why sanction this grand deception Crusade on evil yet this exception No, this evil must be propagated By your bigoted hands its dictated And everyone remains in compliance Ignoring any who spark defiance You share that burden upon your vile hands Clean thyself of evil and make demands This wide web of bigotry must be stopped And a culture of love we must adopt Break out of acceptance towards evil And bring about a kindly upheaval Tears Upon a Rose’s Petal By your bedside I kneel, like times before But this time sorrow has crept to my core I see it now, the black beneath your skin A dark rot, destroying you it had been My pouring tears, they stain your soft bed sheets Our pure happiness, this sorrow defeats We speak of the times we had together As I watch her life fade into aether True love, between women, have I felt it To her, life I decided to commit In her fleeting love, the sole reveler To lose you is great pain, my Jennifer
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