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"A masquerade? It's truly been ages since I've gone out to such an event! I'll have to dig out a dancing dress and fashion myself a clever 'guise... Well, one more clever than my usual." The cheery Mali'aheral sung as she paced about the foyer with the notice in hand. A voice called out from the living room after a long and dramatic groan. "But, you hate dancing? Why don't we just go bully people in Sutica instead?" The woman rolled her eyes and spun on her toes towards the staircase and quickly flew up in the direction or their bed chambers. "Because, Vivec, it's fun! I can still believe in the boogie even if the boogie doesn't believe in me!"

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Love the idea of Druidism becoming compatible with different forms of magic and other creatures. Love this idea and hope to see more like it soon.

@Tsuyoseif you're not on the past and present admin panel i'm gonna have a BM, a ***** FIT.

But, like does this really matter? If i'm the Queen of Bitchtopia in Aeldin, but I don't even have a 50x50 charter on this map then yeet my ass and keep it stepping? Lol this just seems extra.

Persephone "Eileen" Heddwyn, the Banshee Queen in the North, would stand on the balcony and rest her greyscale digits atop the railing which was blanketed in a high layer of snow. The falling flakes would flutter about her form as her glowing blue eyes would illuminate her figure, which nearly disappeared in the unforgiving blizzard. The witch raised her gaze to the night sky and brought her well pampered right hand to her heart. "We weren't exactly the fondest of friends, Wick, but I'd be lying if I said that our encounter in my swamp, Blackwater , didn't have me a bit nervous. Even though it was your master that took mine from me, I always thought of you as a friend ghost." The witch closed her eyes and turned to make her way back inside the ruins of the abandoned keep, and slowly decended the creeking staircase. A final thought crossed her mind and she'd optimistically chime. "Well, people like us don't usually stay gone for too long... Hopefully, we'll cross paths somewhere less humid this time around.

Nicely written, not bad :)

“Gang, gang.” Elle Laraethryn chimes from her family home.

Proud of you!

I’ll be the queeeeeen!!!! White Castle!!!! +1

Reserved uwu

Elle Laraethryn’s brow slowly arched upwards as she stood and read the missive with her arms crossed loosely and lazily. “I have faith in our Sohaer, as much as tbe next, but seriously? Pick me! Pick me!” She’d mockingly chime before tossing the document into a waste bin.

Reserved..

Skin: Legally Blonde Bid: 125 mina Skin: Kitty Bid: 100 mina

Lexicons are not new to LoTC, @ Kalameet Izalith, and I fully support its reimplementation. +5

H-holy ****? This looks utterly amazing! +10

Princess Estelle Ruric de Frey spits her tea across the starch white tablecloth that covered the dinning room table which she, and her “sister from another mister”, sat at. A symphony of laughter escaped her form as she’d bring her right hand down hard upon the wooden surface with a bang! After a few moments of struggling to collect her composure, and a few supporting snickers from other witch, the witch would finally vocalize her thoughts; “Oh, how pathetic! Not only is a, supposed, ‘official document’ from the Kingdom of Norland published by someone who isn’t King; but, someone who clearly cares more about their calligraphy than the actual strength of their document...” The icy woman handed the paper to her sister witch, seated only an arm’s reach away. She’d take the flier and gloss her shining blue eyes over its contents as, the formerly known, Estelle carried on. “Mind you, Sister, this entire shipwreck was written up because the sorry excuse for my true-family’s home isn’t able to keep out intruders, spare their citizens the torment of said intruders, or enforce their own law! I guess I really should thank the All-Father for this dreaded curse! He wanted to save my great-grand babies the shame and humiliation of begging tea-drinking dagger-ears for money and apologies. She’d roll her eyes as she’d finish, her lips curling into a patronizing grin. The other witch raised a, well manicured, clawed hand to her lips to suppress her laughter.

Hmmmmm?