Orphvius

“What a slay..”

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“How.. copious” An Oracle murmurs, squinting precariously at the drawing

“Yeah, booh Darkspawn..” A witch sings, full of heart

An Oracle claps her hands, ever proud of her House

The witch clasps her digits together in delight

The ghost of a little Amador girl only wishes she could wear the latest fashion without the templars arriving..

∘ ☽︎🜄♆🜄☾ A pale Witch lies against a stone pillar, the crook of her back still scarred with ancient script, the scraping of fallen leaves against the ground a bracing reminder that she was alone. Inhaling the sweet perfume of rot she combs her long silver tresses, a soothing gesture as her blighted hues rested upon the missive; the threat. The Elder would help them, she would keep them safe.. Right? ⛧

⛧ .☽︎🜃ᛉ☉☿☉ᛉ🜃☾. The Copious Goat Hear them and know Truth, See them and know Salvation O' crown of flaxen root, do thee herald us with sharp cunning and clairvoyance unto destiny? "Iitz-ka" O' capacious gaze and mind of steel, do thee grant us leverage unto our faults? "Randrok" O' cloven hooves of earth, do thee bind us to thy divinity and tether us from the material so that we might see? "Vutir" O' hide of the deep and robes of fallacy, do thee bestow upon us the right of supplicants to thy grandeur? "Za'strimoza" ♆ "Vutir iizt-ka vu randrok nhi za’strimoza" ALL PRAISE THE COPIOUS GOAT [!] The missive could be found pinned to homes throughout Almaris [!]

A very honored Ranaleth questions if she is permitted to wear a circlet now.. Circlets are all the rage!

MC Name: Orphvius Discord: Monarch#9807 RP INFO: Character’s name: Sevathun Ranaleth Character’s race: Mali'aheral Any particular skills: Reader of fortunes Affiliations and Allegiances: The House of Ranaleth

A young ‘thill cheers for yet another knight in Helious!

A spray of over sweetened tea expelled from the pale lips of a scrawny Ranaleth women as she read dearest Ava’s absolutely one hundred percent true dependence on a wig. she’d be sure to find her several others in various and immaculate designs to please her auspicious Matriarch..

Sevathun Ranaleth nods approvingly..

Npc servants more like..

Moo

Your ghost sister!

Noice..

A Witch regarded her bandaged hand to which blood had unwillingly been sacrificed from her flesh..

Hozh post

A graceful Ranaleth strolls about the square, head tilted down and black heeled boots clacking sharply against the paved streets. Several loafs of bread appeared to have gone missing as the woman stopped briefly to stretch her long swan-like neck, leaning down to touch her toes and mayhaps peeking into the chest of food the Mistress Wynasul had most graciously provided for the public; obviously for the poor of course, she would never stoop to such levels..

I’ll be sure to do that!