Dj_McMuffin

Woke up from her nap with a start, eyes wide. Shit! Shiiit... I forgot to write Rhae'lin to tell her I made it... the Farfolk bit at the edges of her lip; explaining her speedy recovery was going to be interesting.

Isabella shed not a tear when she learned of the passing of the Reinholds; she had mourned their loss many times over in her head as her decades in solitude passed. Their absence had been felt even while they were still alive. She'd come to miss them, though she never did return to see them. Theirs was a presence she had become regretfully numb to, as with many of her loved ones. It was never a word she dared to use - more alien to her than what lie beyond the veil... at least some morsel of that lay in her grasp - the notion was one she struggled to wrap her head around in her youth, with her mind trapped in other distractions. She only really understood when she saw the familiar faces of those who were still alive, and the portraits of those who had passed. Two of the finest men I'll ever meet, she mused, I wonder how Atticus and Wilford greeted death? I'd imagine with smiles on their faces. The old crone always knew they would take over the world, hearing Atticus had become king was beyond impressive, but, expected. And I expect you'll have the Gods back on their best behavior for the Creator too by the time I arrive...

An elder Farfolk took a long walk after reading the many missives that had been passed back and forth between the parties. Upon the hillsides she’d stop to gaze over the vast untamed deserts, a place she’d always considered, but never truly got to call home. I’m getting much too old for this… She mused to herself. Perhaps she had always been a little foolhardy, for it seemed like that excuse wouldn’t dissuade her. For one reason or another, she felt compelled. To satisfy her own sense of honor, trusting the honor of the Orcs held up to what she remembered in decades past. Isabella was overdue for another exchange with the Orcish kin.

@rathat

The Red Robed Musin returned to her home; changed, but still the same. It had been a harrowing journey, one which she only now remembered fully once it had finally been completed. The soulless plane that she and her Musin comrades had been quest bound to save had finally been freed with the help of those from all walks of life. Despite the scarring terrors she'd faced, their act of heroics was more than enough to mend her wounds. It was a magnum opus of mortal kind, banding together once again to breathe life to a world that would otherwise be dead, even if they themselves would never see its color restored. A story for the ages, worthy of song, if a song could ever capture the majesty of an artless world reborn into beauty.

LETS GOOOO

This is sick. Seers are the #1 Magic for flavor and we love them for that.

I am going to spend All my Mina on this. (also expansions when?)

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A Series of Unfortunate Events reference? I approve.

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Ji'Feather kicked her legs in excitement from atop someone else's fair stall where she read the missive. I can't wait!

Welcome back to the party!

A pale 'ame snatched the page from where hung in the air, the red tinged breeze passing away from the cliffsides without a trace. His shoulders slumped. I think we're runnin' outta time. He grasped at another small parchment he always held on his person; the final will of an elf more ancient than he could reasonably hope to become Llun, llir. I wish we could see better days, but that requires better men. I'm afraid we've lost 'em both.