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Ivacia found the missive in her mail. Many emotions assaulted her as she read it, but only one prevailed... Determination. She set Kronk the Deep Wonk in his aquarium and began preparations. She may be a magistrate, but she started as a guard. And she would defend her nation till the day she died. "We stand United..." She spoke softly to her beloved wonk as she got to work, a flame set alight in her violet eyes.
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Bones would have seen the writ upon a missive board. At first, he was angry, knowing this wasn't the full story... But then, he let it go. He decided to move on. He has the only thing he has ever wanted. The thing he killed Draz Kulzatter to defend. The thing which was unjustly ripped from his at a young age that he has vowed to never lose again. His family. And as long as he has that, no matter what happens, he will be okay.
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So proud of my little goblin babie boi :]
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You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” ((How do you respond?)) Confusedly, Ivacia sits across from the woman with puzzled intrigue in her eyes. "Well, I, uhm.. I used to be a miner, you see, and now I travel the world in search of rare gems. I collect them, uhm..." She'd fidget with her hair as she stammered, nervousness overcoming her. She pauses for a moment to compose herself, before asking. "What do you mean you've been expecting me? Forgive my suspicion, but most of the time when someone says “I’ve been expecting you” they don’t have the best of intentions… Who even are you?” Ivacia’s face was flushed with flustered confusion and slight concern.