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  1. We fought with them for over a year and our post was hidden/deleted out of nowhere. Nobody was notified. It’s unclear if our characters are dewitched, maybe we’ll know next month.
  2. Frost witches were being rewritten, LT played games for a year. Every time the lore got close to meeting the standards the standards changed and Caleb never responded. **** LOTC.
  3. Vulnikru sat in the Tathvir manor, considering the passing of the prince. Tears remained frozen to her cracked face, but the grief had faded. He had been a friend to her, one of few that managed to bring some warmth to her frozen heart. He had become something akin to her sisters in the absence of her coven, though not quite as close. But, why couldn’t she bring herself to truly grieve?
  4. I hope this information will help younger players from being preyed upon. I wish we didn’t need this.
  5. Minecraft IGN: LadySpectral Discord Username: TwigTheTwig#4321 Link to example(s) of past work: https://www.planetminecraft.com/member/ladyspectral/
  6. His body was so tiny in the massive woman’s arms, a smile daring to crawl across her ugly face, warmth blooming in her sunken in eyes like flowers come spring. The babe she cradled to her breast slept as he usually did, a placid expression on his chubby face. The wind howled outside, branches clawing wrathfully at the windows. But inside she held the boy close, and he was safe as she cradled him to her chest. The fireplace crackled invitingly, and the sound of conversation drifted from the floor above. All was calm. All was chaos. It was as if the storm from the night before had come inside, burrowed deep into the foul faced high elf’s chest. The sound of thunder was replaced by the sounds of splintering wood. The wind had become a mass of flesh and muscle, screaming in a horrific mix of pain and rage. The child she had before was gone, maybe held to the breast of another woman. A thief who had taken her precious boy, her love. Her heart. The thought flashed through her mind like lightning, did she love her son too now that she had him? The fire had burned out, and the high elven woman nearly tore the half door off it’s hinges as she shoved her way into the manor’s bar. Burning liquid sloshed down her throat.
  7. A wandering witch wept for her beloved daughter.
  8. :OOC: MC Name: LadySpectral MC name of those living with you: N/a :RP: Head of household: Tuveh Family/individuals staying: 1 Number of Children: 0
  9. [OOC]] IGN: LadySpectral Discord [Optional]: TwigTheTwig#4321 [[IC]] Name: Tuveh Metta’len Race: Mali’thill Age: 225 School(s) and Certifications applying to: Bachelor’s Certification of Magical Ability in Transfiguration, Bachelor’s Certification of Ability in Mixology Magics known prior: None Are you interested in teaching, should you complete a degree?: Yes, if I’m ever able. Do you accept the rules and regulations of the Eternal College and of Fi’halen?: Yes
  10. Fliers are left around Atlas’s major cities, advertising a garment for sale. Small scraps of fabric are attached to the parchment. A brand new design, by Snowdrift Tailors. Only one will be made with this pattern, truly unique. Casual enough for daily wear, yet it can be dressed up easily to fit a more formal setting. Modest yet flattering, a perfect balance. Add it to your wardrobe now for 750 minas, the first bird to arrive to the Princedom of Fenn’s capital inquiring will be contacted for payment details.
  11. MC Name: LadySpectral RP Name: Solaria Soulheart Discord: TwigTheTwig#4321 Highest Magic Tier (If applicable): N/a Magic Guild (if any): N/a Do you have any experience in a military?: Yes
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