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Somewhere in Adria both an Amethil and Ibarellan elven woman was watching over her child play within the vast cornfield of the Duchy. Despite the lack of walls, the open town was deemed safe enough for the duo, both doning braided hair of light shades, blending in with the autumnal flora of the region. On the other side of the lake and river, a rather old Regina Bluecrest was fishing with Konstanze-Nauríel Euler. She were telling her stories of youth and how she watched Adria evolve for an entire century, a living relic from the era of Veletz. She also recalled nominating her trusted horse Cupcake for the Dumacratic elections, truly growing unstable in what is likely her last years.

Uriella read the proposal within her ship's quarters and decided it was a sure choice to her in little time. "Aye."

"The Pontiff would never kill himself!" said a woman wearing a tinfoil hat.

"For what he lacks in stature he posseses in spiritual growth." Commented a certain elvess as she read the missive from within her ship's quarters.

Huge news for the big spender

A vvizard star elvess of Idunia is more than ready for the battles to come. "You are being liberated, do not resist."

Somewhere a mage in Idunia wonders when this spectacle occured. Something had happened? Nothing ever happens, flame writ a wall somewhere as grafitti.

"Aye." Did the shareholder Uriella thus vote.

"Perhaps we do live in interesting times afterall." Said an Uriella looking upon the missive, the full intention to participate in the meeting, for it could provide invaluable information on the state of Azuras as of late.

Uriella read the missive with scrutiny. Especially the part about a high voidal wizard not being of elven, no, high elven nature. An ancient human versed in ancient voidal knowledge and tongue is an oxymoron, atleast within her mind. But perhaps she'd satisfy the narrative and even heed the call of participation, for what better had one of the few mages of Idunia to do?

Some Idunian elvess consults the battle graphs and statistics with the details granted to her. Her eyes widen. "This actually happened? Are you sure there is no error?" she would ask of the assistant in recording the occurence. The assistant would shake their head, then a finger gestured upon the parchment. "I assure you those numbers were real. The battle was one sided." The elvess would then respond, half convinced. "Well that is one of the more impressive outcomes to witness even in paper. Either the foe could not hit the side of a barn, or the allies simply are that skilled."

Somewhere Uriella was exploring atop Sunfire the voidal wingless dragon and as she gazed over trees with golden leaves she remembered randomly of the topic and pondered if the wedding will ever occur. Alas she had no idea of this as no letter was sent her way!

A woman of elven descent, as many have come to find Adria a home the past decades, has immediately asked on the Adrian Library for a copy, later working on its translation to elven. Every flora would be added in the conjurer's flora book and perhaps even secretly collected for anatomical research...

Cool and awesome and VVIZARDpilled, more void content is needed Would it be a structure or item? Itd make more sense as an item Id say Would a mage be able to disconnect from the orb if for whatever reason they seek away from it? Incredibly difficult to get a Voidstalker, Eminent and Artificier in one place but more probable than having the knowledge passed down to begin with Also eughhh its xo thirty one, obligatory dislike comment placeholder

A fellow captain and pyromancer smiled the sun's smile at the news. "That is how you do it, yeah! I love Maerîl and Ildon!" Uriella said as she watched the scene unfold, cherishing a goblet of wine from safe distance.

"Prince of the Stars? There is a Celia'nor still on the map?" Asked an elven woman that once was Celia'norian, her mind struggling to process such a title existing about. She then turned to her father. "Father are you seeing this?"

Peak witnessed

Yes please