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Glorier greatly vouches for the Norlandic Bard branch. He should visit once he is done with his time in the Wind City.

Arwan seemed to take a sip of tea as a visit that carried the stench of iron, lifting his head to witness what seemed to be a stranger that carried a familiar arrogant aura. "you've visited once again; I must say that each time you create different ways to appear and enter. Seeing you like this, it seems I must make more haste of walking the path given to me."

(was worried that the spirit would be invalidated if I don't put it here) Spirit Type: Lesser (Greater: Brimztra, Spirit of Music, Art, and Creativity) Spirit Name: VALYNMAAR Spirit Totem: A Mini Easel with colourful splashes of paint covering it Spirit Appearance: (Appears as a floating used artist palette board, having multiple colours mixed and mashed, One could only imagine how many pigments are present on the surface of the wood. Alignment: Neutral Good Discovery: Found by Glorier and Otellia Maiheiuh when wanting to visit the realm of arts

Luthien heard whispers of the celebration, brushing her hir Infront of her vanity table. "He better be holding his part of the bargain; I will bring chaos if I don't see red on his head..."

IGN: _Unni_ DISCORD: Unibearse CATEGORY: Visual Arts TITLE OF YOUR PIECE: Masters of Arts https://imgur.com/a/jklUJjM (reusing an art I've done for fun some months ago)

Faraway from Aevos, A raven brought a letter to his table. He didn't think that anything new was happening in the mainland. Glorier took a moment and sat down to read through, it didn't take long for him to raise his hand and cover his eyes as he slouched on over. "uhv'thyleer, laht a'yom myxzu bylnaz myrz a'gobb me ky’axat zy yrax. my roual aeth uhv’laht ko hru ax...." He took a deep breath and stood up from the chair, he goes on to the kitchen and stand in the middle for a moment. In the middle of the night, a Maehr goes on to make a sweet strawberry cake for no one in particular. Vel'luah Translation:

Footsteps was heard throughout the squeaky floorboard, Syvis had made sure he didn't have the scent of a smoke before stopping in front of the bedroom door. He was thinking about the incoming hassle of moving out from their home but nonetheless it was going to be a fun activity for him and Floria, he should just recommend the life of a wanderer performer with her as he used to be one. "Wake up sleeyhead, we can get a nice meal before we start transporting things out" He spoke as soon as he entered the room, watching his beloved that had a calm expression in her sleep, raising a hand to gently stroke her cheek as he admired her. What a cold touch to the skin. Syvis frowned at this as he gently moved to hold her cheek, her hand, and lastly her wrist. There was silence, a deafening silence that filled the bedroom as the sun shined through the glass windows. "I see....was it too hard to keep holding on? it's alright...I'll lay you in a bed of flowers and surrounded by your favorite Lily of the Valley. you worked hard..." He sat on the edge of the bed and wrapped his arms around her frail body, saying nothing, not wanting to break the silence that comforted him. Seeing the stacks of letters by the bedside drawer, he would start delivering them to those names mentioned.

Glorier watched on from the bard caravan, a small faint smile would be on his face. "they were always the diligent bunch, their growth is truly nonstop."

Luthien stood near the ship, supporting a fellow comrade to safety when she heard Elena's words. She always did told her that the best way to die is dying while protecting your comrades, even more if they are your brothers in arms. Unable to even get a second to grief, she boarded the ship and started to care for those injured. Coming home with nothing but sadness.

Glorier would be coming home after another lesson to one of his many students around Aevos, feeling a sense of fatigue as he hoped to get a good rest with his family, though upon walking through the familiar path he had noticed an absence of a city, an absence of the plant life, and an absence to what he had called home and placed he created a family with. He stood there frozen with nothing else in mind other than to salvage what he could after the Meteor had finally brought down its judgement.

Luthien felt a bit upset that she was not around when they conducted their investigation, but in time she will find out more of the Harrower and finally be able to exact her revenge.

"Do I get paid?" Luthien asked as she heard of Lurin's need for bakers

*Happy Bard noises* and Haus

I'll make a part 2 for all the artist I missed ;-; I asked on a thread and just took the mentioned artists from there.

you'd think I'd have more

ARE YOU ADDICTED TO ART AS YOU THINK YOU ARE? take a look at this bingo card that I made under 10 minutes and see if you've gotten art from each of these artists! if not then what are you waiting for?! (Don't comment about how low quality the image is, I did this before leaving for a birthday dinner)

DRAGON RAT DRAGON RAT

Luthien would remember how this person used a dog and bees as weapon to whatever being they had to face in the square.

"An opening ball, perhaps this is the chance that I'll finally be able to attend one? I will make sure that I win the fishing competition though....no one can take that from me!" Luthién said as she read over the missive while looking out of her apartment balcony.

You're an amazing person and I'm glad you're feeling better lately now! be sure to always prioritize yourself and hydrate as much as you tell us!

The Bardic Shaman seemed curious of such news, on one hand he is a shaman and on another hand he is a citizen of the Ashen State, this is certainly interesting to Glorier.

Luthien stands within her balcony, nervously holding the missive before showing it to the person besides her. "I will be making sure my treatment is done first"

Throwing my own take: Bardmancy smells like crayola crayons, lie a freshly opened one Housemagery either smells like floor wax or baked bread

A Dark elf stood within the bard caravan, finding the missive and reading through all these words, statements, and evidence. He wondered what had happened to Haus, back in Almaris he was sincere and wanted to gain power in order to protect his family and loved ones. Now he barely recognized the human. Glorier lets out a sigh, he would not turn him in should he find him, but he could not act as if he was blind and deaf to everything. "May the Moonlight shine down your path, Llyr"

MC Name: _Unni_ Discord: UniBearse#0945 Image: Description of Image: A Drawing done during a Painting Session Dimensions: 1x1