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Username: xxRetro Character Name: Yelizaveta Mahaut Affiliation: Norland Desired Rank: Any Which games will you be attending?: Battle of Eldmyr

From within the confines of her lab did a particular winged-woman filter through a flurry of disorganized parchment. Every other piece was cast aside, afore one in particular caught her eye. She leaned back on an aging stool, twisting to prop a shoulder against what would be a nearby pillar. “Eh?” was all that came to escape her. A day later, satchels of varying supplies would take host upon that same desk.

Yelizaveta, a still bitter mother, flickered a glance over the posted scribing. A low hum followed. "Now raze it."

"Why is this woman giving them the time of day?" Scoffed Yelizaveta, ever irked upon sight of the inked names. "Raze their city. Take everything. Hang the murderers." Her lips thinned in distaste. "Do something."

Yelizaveta, a mother figure to the slain, made no effort to review the parchment given. Instead, she continued to cast it to the flames lit within her home. "I pray his head finds way atop a pike, forced to witness as his city burns."

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A lone fae came to linger within the windowsill of an elder build. . Something stone, cold, and quiet. She filed through the some various letters collected that morning, and silently, she questioned the curious lack in one signed name. It wasn't unusual, but it felt odd in the moment. Still, she thought aloud, "I wonder if now would be fine for that evening tea and catch-up."

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im not personally experienced enough in figura to help, but have you asked in the public discord? they should know the issue

"Your job is not to fix. Your job is to guide." Yelizaveta sat slouched upon a surgical bed, weeping incessantly for the hours to come. When she had been placed there was uncertain, but one could have assumed it during her time of unconsciousness. She grasped upon pools of braids, tugging feverishly as she repeated utterances beneath her breath. How could she let this happen? This wasn’t supposed to happen. It had never happened before, so why now? Her head shook in vehement denial of all which was said, rejecting and refusing any attempts of soothing. She could only lash out in choked hurt, horrified by not only the actions of her own, but of the situation itself. It just didn't make sense. How could he thank her? "You put him out of his suffering."

FULL NAME: Yelizaveta Mahaut AGE: 60 PRIOR EXPERIENCE: Yes SIGNED NAME: 🝣𝑒𝓉𝒶 METHOD OF CONTACT: who.re | xxRetro