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Arthur shivered. "Wow, this could've been any of us." he quickly burns his Paladrazi fanfic.

A poem response was posted to the song.

A student of Arthur's showed him the missive. He read through it carefully, sitting upon some random hill. "Accuse me of manipulation and lying and defend Hohkmat in the same breath. Interesting." Arthur said, distastefully. "He does make some good points. It is unfortunate that Hohkmat is still tainted. Hopefully Faeryel will solve it."

The Drifter was once more receiving trouble from all around. Of his own doing, no less, as per usual. But there was something different, this time. A change. He wandered into Haense, and looked upon familiar eyes- eyes which did not look back with familiarity. But that was no matter, now. Those eyes reminded him that he was lost, blowing around like a leaf within the wind. This was no existence. The Drifter wandered into the pewless church. In a place of worship with no seating, he found himself in the center of the church. The center of it. He spoke to the altar. "What is my purpose?" . . . . . . A voice rang out. One that was distorted. Was it Lanre's? Was it Auro'ra's? Was it Manfred's? Leonid's? Yera's? He couldn't tell. Perhaps it was all of them. "You have nothing left but yourself. But 'yourself' doesn't have to be so worthless." ". . ." "Prove your worth, but not to me. To yourself, and only then, will you prove it to me." "I understand." "You always say that, but you never actually do. You don't listen, you just do. Do you REALLY understand?" "I do. I finally understand. There is nothing but power and worth." "Good."

arthur. spontaneous man of unclear plans. or if he even has any. very voidal.

"Is there a limit on controversial individuals?" wrote in Arthur.

Hi! No. Hope this helps!

Arthur had been in the middle of forging some new Arcanium using a strangely magical looking hammer. He read the missive handed to him by a friend, gaze flickering from the paper to the hammer for a few moments. "Nah, just a coincidence, surely."

"Am I unbanished yet?" Arthur wrote in to every figure of authority he could find within Hohkmat.

"ME MENTIONED?!" Arthur yelled in happiness. Though, upon looking. . "Oh, a boring misconception. Unbelievable."

A construct. . wherever he was. . thought back fondly.

A Xionist Voidal mage realized he picked the right religion.

is it voidal...

"What a journey. . ." he spoke out. "A skilled liar, you were. It is a shame you put your intelligence to poor use. . as so many do, these days. I hope you find your peace, Sermi." spoke the mage off of the edge of his tower, as the wind blew his cloak behind him.

Arthur was wandering into Kaethul after a journey to his home in the North. Kaethul- his safe space, one might call it. The scream. He quickly had ran over to a shop- where a few citizens were engaged in combat with a Darkstalker. One all to familiar to Arthur. For but a moment, it looked past all of those who slammed their weapons into it. "The Murkwater Company demands your cooperation, Arthur." For a moment, a flash of consideration. But- this was nothing more than the work of the horror, of course. Whispers in the back of his head, why, he'd never stoop as low as them. All that this demand had served to do was, well. The connection was established. Those violet and aqua embers did flow from Arthur's shoulders, his staff gripped in hand, and his steel hound by his side. It was almost a routine for him at this point- tapped into his mind, an instinct. The Void began to leak from him in the form of fire. The smell of burning flesh. Everyone else had fled to safety, and Arthur alongside his voidal connection and his steel hound thought himself invincible once more. He stood above the darkstalker, a torrent of flame flying down upon him. A flamethower. A spell he used quite often- and once he had gotten to this point, well, there was nobody questioning his victory. This time, however, it was different. The darkstalker rose, and the steel hound found itself flipping on it's back. The darkstalker continued to rise, until it was standing back at full height. The flamethrower ended, and Arthur bolted for the door, realizing he was, for once, not a god. His flames would do him no good here. The new darkness. As he lie, a digitalized sniff echoed ahead of him. He fluttered his eye open, bringing a hand up to his neck, where a hand-shaped-mark had lie. But then it struck him- there was no light to be seen, not from either of his eyes, in fact. He sighed- a voice in his head belittled him, made fun of him. How poor and defenseless he was, how much pity he deserved. It knew exactly how to get to him, and it did not let up. He forced himself home, to a home in the north, where he'd not be a burden to his family. He'd find no comfort here, no. He'd find only forced begs- He continued to try and force himself a voidal connection- through screams of agony as the void cracked at his body in his wretched attempts at connection. Until he shut his eye to sleep, this was what he did, though no connection came, not yet.

Aleksey worked on a gift.. a special one, no less, travelling all of the lands until he found a piece of jewelry with one composite in particular. .

seers is mystic UA class, read through it and you'll realize how correct i am

i actually love this lore so much holy shit yes, please please let the first voidal thing in years be added

mystic class (lotc) would be so cool in dnd as a new class just sayin, ghost powers n shit would b awesome