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Nefertiti and her sister strolled merrily down the winding birch wood forest path, their destination beckoning in the distance. The skeleton trailed closely behind, escorting the beleaguered Druid prisoner. Casting occasional glances backward, she relished in the dread etched across his visage, a testament to their wicked triumph. With self-satisfaction, she broke into a playful song for her sister, a wicked twinkle in her eye. "He thought we were bad, wait 'til he sees the stairs!"

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Nefertiti would smirk devilishly from atop the upper balcony’s edge of the Qunita del Sorda. Her gaze shifted back to the rest of the Alzgomalda huddled up behind her, all adorning their faded crimson robes and various masks. “It has begun, sisters. Time to make ourselves useful”.

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Amorette awkwardly into the vicinity of the crying woman, holding up a flyer and whispered her pitch to the next closest person; “Maybe she can live without parents, but the needy can’t live without food! The Eternal Library is doing a canned food drive-“

don’t listen to them! 🚮 let me passively corrupt everyone’s mind spaces, no matter who i play, because — ✨i am the true darkspawn ✨

Horrific images of tortured souls and twisted landscapes. The visions were relentless, invading her mind whether she was awake or asleep. Nataliya’s nights were haunted by nightmarish scenes that left her trembling in fear, while her days were spent trying to escape the clutches of the grotesque images that played like a relentless film reel in her mind. These images transcended the boundaries of the living world. The afterlife revealed itself to her in nightmarish visions that clawed at the edges of her consciousness, leaving an indelible mark on her psyche. In her nightmares, Nataliya found herself standing on desolate plains where the sky bled with hues of blood-red and the air was thick with an otherworldly sorrow. Tormented souls, their faces contorted in agony, wandered aimlessly, their haunting wails echoing in the emptiness. The ground beneath her feet felt like cold, pulsating flesh, and twisted, skeletal trees cast long, ominous shadows. The landscapes she traversed in her dreams were vast and ever-changing—abyssal pits filled with the anguished screams of the condemned, towering citadels where monstrous entities presided over realms of eternal suffering, and desecrated temples where false gods demanded tribute in the form of ceaseless agony. Among the most disturbing visions were glimpses into realms of punishment, where souls endured unimaginable torment for sins committed in life. Nataliya witnessed souls entwined in writhing chains, their bodies engulfed in ethereal flames that provided no warmth, only searing pain. Faces distorted with eternal suffering pleaded for release, but their cries fell on deaf, otherworldly ears. These images would haunt her even in her waking hours. At times, the veil between the living and the afterlife seems thin, and she would catch glimpses of the tortured souls lingering in the corners of her vision. Faces contorted with despair would peer out from the mundane world, leaving the young farfolk in a perpetual state of dread. Sleep became an elusive refuge, as each night brought a descent into a surreal hellscape. Her waking hours were marked by exhaustion and an overwhelming sense of isolation. The weight of the afterlife pressed upon her, threatening to consume the fragments of peace she clung to.

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“Authority of the Cow Mother? I mean come on now, imagine if that was what people called you. COW Mother!? It just sounds fuckin’ rude.” shouted a blonde haired woman, from across the captain’s quarters of the Syren, which was met with an eye roll from her crew-cut companion who couldn’t possibly careless for more of her evil-doer gossip. ((will format to look pretty later, sorry, on my phone 🤍))

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Not the **** uh, (reserved)

"Donovan! Donovan, come quick! I think I know how we can get rid of your Ailments, my dear. See, look! A lobotomy!" The blonde woman teased and looked back towards him over her shoulder - all whilst poking her well manicured digit onto the missive nailed on the noticeboard. "Maybe then, you'll finally cease your whining!" @Voorak