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The Banshee Queen would scream. “Versace, Versace!”

PERIOD!!!!

((hmmmm... honestly, i applaud you! Gonna put more here, later.))

“There once was a ship that put to sea The name of the ship was the Billy of Tea The winds blew up, her bow dipped down Oh blow, my bully boys, blow (huh) Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguing is done We'll take our leave and go.” The Banshee Queen melodically sung the shanty as she’d peer, glowing blue eyes narrowed upon the icy blanket of blue that surrounded her glacial fortress. She’d extend her left hand outward and drag her stiletto’d digits along the rim of a gnarly wicker basket holding a singular orange. Her signature would be present among the rest, scrawled in blood and brine.

Penelope's head would tilt quite aggressively as she read the missive. "So, he's an absolute **** - but.... Ahhh!" she'd toss the flier into the nearby forge before rolling her eyes and getting back to chiseling the Greco sculpture.

(stupid music) The waves caressed the pinkish sands of the beach before retreating back into the massive blanket of blue. A wry looking duo dressed in grey and black rags paired with worn down leather, stood side by side; looking out at the setting sun. The deeper skinned male, decently taller than his female counterpart, looked to his side to glance upon the raven haired woman. A smile slowly danced across his visage, but he didn’t speak. She turned her face and her eyes met with his, and her right brow perked upward. Perplexed by his silence she chose to speak instead. “Don’t patronize me, Versace! You’re going to dread the day you look to a setting sun, but without my company.” The Elven man rolled his eyes before placing a gloved hand on the intersection of his blade’s hilt and his belt’s loop. He’d then avert his gaze slightly upright to admire the melting gradient of color spread across the sky above them. A few more moments passed, and the only sounds were the gulls and the salty breeze. “What if there were really a time, Eileen, when we were no longer together? When, just like everyone else we’ve know, you or I are gone too?” The man asked, the corners of his mouth must’ve grown heavy because they began to weigh down his once cheery demeanor. “I’m sure we’d certainly be gone, together.” The witch scoffed, lightly slapping her open palm against his upper arm. She’d blink a few times before her furrowed brows and concerned eyes fixed themselves onto his face. Before she could, he spoke; “But, what if it wasn’t that way? What if you were here, and I was not? Or, if I were here and you were… somewhere else?” Her pale lips parted, but struggled to form a response. Her dark blue eyes then fell to their feet, the waves shyly kissing their toes. “Well, th-that simply couldn’t be… Because, I would be quite lost without you.” She’d respond, her words trying their best to stand strong, but like a newborn deer, its legs hardly managed to keep them up. “Who would I follow, when I don’t know which way to go? A-and, who would I run to, when I’m just not strong enough?” She’d sheepishly interrogate the man at her side. “Even when we leave this world for the next, I’ll always have your back. A promise is a promise.” He’d tease.

gonna miss you bb </3

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Completely forgot about this!!! I’d just say the Malflame would have just spooky black flakes or whatever for aesthetics. does this seem fair? Or, would you prefer it not have any interaction.

On my way! To [redacted] to BEAT YOUR ASS :)

you are, in-fact, a monster that keeps me up at night... jkjk please don't end me.

!!! this made my night ty ty ty <3

⛧ Voorak's Boon; The Corrupted & The Damned⛧ Effect(s) of the Shade Parasite: In short, being host to the dark, corrupted curse of shadedom is incredibly mentally taxing. Mental illnesses are both prevalent and strong in them, and such only worsens as they go longer without relieving the building pressure within their being. It begins with simple things, temptations to commit debauchery and strike out against an otherwise strict morality. To bring suffering upon others, either out of some innate desire for them to understand what the Shade experiences or through the chaotic presence of their curse. This can be, to a degree, controlled through a strict moral code or strong religious beliefs. It grows in intensity, however, the longer the shade ignores the growing storm of torment within themselves. Whispers from the dark, speaking of foulness and death. Hallucinations of shadowed visions of long arms and twisted figures, as well as endlessly twisting hallways. Insomnia and twisted dreams, and a building desire to strike out. Such eventually climaxes with an almost endless anguish within the Shade. This great mental tax and anguish will inevitably bring physiological effects. Migraine headaches, premature greying hair, joint pains and aches, boils and blisters, and almost endless other symptoms that will emerge and terrorize the Shade's body. For, not only is the soul and mind to be twisted, tortured, shamed, but the body must follow suit. It is this eternal fate of anguish and lessened existence that awaits all shades, only delayable by the worst sins of spreading this horrendous condition and inflicting others. Even those who pursue this desperate solution are but delaying the inevitable, outrunning fate and time only so far before the darkness begins to creep into their very soul once again, and their cycle of suffering begins anew. Tsperkn zu’Serthekhur (Voice of Darkness) A Gem forged from the chaotic forefather of Shades, Adorellan Sintel, found by an apprentice of his after his demise, and it was kept by the Weaver despite being just a prototype. This artifact was a blueprint for the eldritch masterpiece later crafter by Lorien and himself, but it still contains enough corruption to stain the minds of others in frightful terrors. Should one wield the stone long enough they will come to fear it, and their soul will be rooted upon by a Shade born from the Gem itself. With a voracious appetite, any mana that enters the area of influence of the Shade Gem is gradually converted into more Amber. Much like the Gem of ages past, Shade Gems forged by the aforementioned methods contain the power to instil lesser Shades onto the souls of descendants. Abilities MENTAL RESISTANCE -- Combative In a metaphorical sense, there is a light amongst the encompassing darkness of Shade. Despite all of the intense, negative effects of possessing The Parasite of Rancour, its sickening form yields a few subtle benefits that protect against magical, mental invasions. Illusory magi, and other mental magic wielding individuals, will find that their spells and abilities to not affect Shades as they might other creatures, as the Shade’s awareness of reality is offset in a most unusual way, giving them an advantage over trickery of this caliber. WRATH OF NIGHT -- Combative Upon imbuing the magic with Amber, the following changes occur to the Shade’s magic: Compiled List of Red Lines: Written by, Luv I guess? Mostly taken from the minds of Tsuyose, Mephistophelian, Fitermon, and kickstarted from the idea proposed by Archipeligo. I will also force some much needed assistance from esteemed ST member, @Malaise, to make sure that the Shades are being properly RP’d and understood by those who choose to take up this factor into their roleplay. This piece is meant to replace "Shades", but without the 101 unnecessary abilities and endgames that plagued the magic for the last few years. It's entirely a flavor magic, and opens up avenues for roleplay as opposed to closing them off, a problem the old lore was terminal with. Previous Lore References:

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period +1

very good very good! +10

((This was *chef’s kiss* brilliant. So proud of you 💕))