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Deep within a cave beneath a snow capped mountain, a large tree-like structure made entirely of a haunting stained ice was rooted within the stone of an open chamber. At the base of the altar stood a Fjarriagua adorn in a black hooded set of draping robes with her eyes shut harshly. The visions flashed through her head and she'd raise her stilleto'd nails to rake through her snowy hair, the intensity of the prophecy nearly causing her to loose her footing. She'd step forward, slapping her right hand against the trunk of the altar and her eyes shot open, releasing a haunting blue glow from her irises. Eileen, the Banshee Queen, began to shutter before drawing her attention back to the reflection of herself in the vile structure of magic before her. "What? This, this cannot be..."

“Traitor… A shame, power and greed seems to blind men. A peculiar kind they are. Was weaving not enough?” The Harian woman dressed in heavy robes, sporting heavy under-eye bags, moved her way down the dock of their port. Her gaze briefly flicked over her shoulder to the massive dog-headed undead that trailed closely behind her. She made haste to find the others in order to discuss their next plan of action. (i hate formatting on my phone, excuse this mess)

luv these reference images!!! are they finally able to have children though? :o +1

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very excited for this ❤️

beautifullllll 🩵