Morigung-oog

Valindra had confined herself to her quarters for many a moon as of recent, shouldering the burden of several lifetimes of servitude. She sat in fear of the safety of her own room but more so of that which lurked beyond. However as the papers found their way into her hands, the corners of her lips twitched, as though seeking to muster a smile. “Still need to finish my trials… will have to wait until I am better.”

Valindra sat in the clinic of the land of the cherry blossoms, having kindly been treated by a medic after being attacked by one on her own side. The elf smiled the sun's smile at the demand of herald release names, readying her spear once strong enough to stand for a hunt of both herald and Azdrazi alike.

Valindra nodded in approval, exhaling that of a sigh. "They accused me of working with the Azdrazi falsely. I've little energy to defend them as I had before. May GOD have mercy on their souls.."

MC Name: Morigung RP Name: Valindra Persona ID: 14729

Valindra smiled the sun's smile from the Hyspian tavern.

"So is it decreed, and so is it done. May GOD have mercy on their souls." Came the public reply of Valindra Nullivari, devout canonist of over two centuries. Where once she would have felt wrath, she felt only pity. Hours were spent in churches across the dominion of man, praying for their redemption. Behind closed doors, Valindra's reaction differed greatly. "Shit." She huffed.

Valindra shook her head, readying a note for both the church and her paladin acquaintences.

Valindra Nullivari, the fallen Magister and devout of the canonist faith smiled the sun's smile, and worked on a letter to Fatebinder regarding her own Sage rank alongside that of Sulieronn Ashwood. "If he reclaims his seat, I am owed mine too."

"I do love a good smear campaign." Valindra sighed, folding one leg over the other and leaning back in her seat. "but Haelun'or has allowed me to be harassed for years on end. The Sythaerins were the only ones brave enough to do anything about it." A copy of the missive was slid beneath Obok's door, as further testament to the years of bothering she'd suffered.

Valindra read the missive in the comfort of her Hohkmat estate. The magus seemed not angry, not sorrowful or even remotely fearful of the accusations hurled at her. Instead, the paled lips of the watcher pulled into that of a faint smile. "... They should start charging rent if I am to constantly live in their minds."

“I know a scapegoat when I see one. As much as I may dislike her and her company, she did not deserve to take the fall on this one.” Valindra remarked from her district in Hohkmat, shaking her head in disappointment.

Valindra blinked upon reading the missive and pondered while returning from her extra-continental crusades against heretics.

Valindra Nullivari is too shy to ask..

The bone zone… The liveliest graveyard known to man…

… The sheer number of ftb and romance related comments says a lot about our community.

A TRICORN-wearing spellblade scoffed, dubbing her hat more stylish, practical and superior over the floppy, saggy and brittle hats proposed that were so alike her voidally-poisoned brethren.

“Trust me, I’m no happier about Hohkmat’s degenerate parties than you are. The amount of political blunders I’ve already had to drag Hohkmat out of is alarming.” Valindra huffed, raising her hands in exasperation.

“Begone, round-eared suticans.” A devout canonist elf scoffed upon reading the missive.

Valindra prayed for the soul of Alexandr.

Valindra, having been shooting for a rank in the church, let out a groan. Having been working with the Lady of the Abstract, she prayed that her dear friend would survive the oncoming fights, for their goals transcended politics.

Do I get free bickando meme art if I vote yes?

Valindra gasped with delight and readied her popcorn.

Magister Valindra Nullivari of the district of Paradox lofts a brow, though nods singularly, respecting the customs of the city she'd come to oversee. Sat comfortably within the luxury of her estate, she called to a servant to retrieve her a roll of parchment. Retrieving a dark-feathered quill, the mali began to neatly jot down a response: --- "Challenger Lanre Cerusil, I respect your drive and ambition; it is something our collective desperately needs while its inhabitants grow complacent. Change is natural, and we should always embrace such. Before you continue, however, I ask that you please name the Magister who you intend to challenge. Our current Lord and Lady Magisters are as follows: Vapatia of Eternity Kalgrimmor of the Sorcerous Path Valindra of Paradox. I look forward to seeing the events that follow from this open letter, wayward Magus. I have heard of your skill in the arcanic arts and your respect for balance. Regardless of the outcome, you will always be welcome in Paradox. With Regards, Lady Magister Valindra Nullivari of Paradox, Court Mage of Stassion, The Pale Elf of Disaster, Smiter of Heretics etc." --- Signing off on her letter with a flourish, the mali had such posted beneath Lanre's open letter.

Valindra smirked as the romantic advice she'd granted Peter paid off!