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Please clarify which disciplines of bardmancy your character will be learning.

Valindra smiled a dark, menacing smile, ordering a scribe to craft her a copy of the missive, which she then pinned to her fridge.

Valindra turned to the prince she’d sworn to defend, her lips pulling into the faintest of smiles. “Nicely done, highness.” She muttered, such accompanied by a singular nod of approval.

Exciting stuff tbh. 

Valindra sharpened her aurum blade, her intent to join the crusade against the dark likely known to her friends based on her voiced tastes.

60th public scandal before GTA 6?!?!

Valindra shook her head in disappointment. 

"... No, no thank you. I prefer valah-flavored power-struggles."

Denied. 

Accepted. 

Accepted.

Accepted. 

If bows go down to 2 emotes, a bunch of shit will need to be rebalanced. I.E. Abilities designed to counter arrow-speed projectiles which often do not protect against crossbow bolt speed stuff as well as potions, thrown projectiles/ magic arrow equivalents etc.

No thanks.

Accepted. 

Accepted. 

Grim has helped me overcome years worth of stigma due to past mistakes on LOTC. I've had nothing but pleasant experiences with him as a player. While it is sad to see you go, chief, I'm glad you're able to get away unlike the rest of us. I wish you nothing but the best in the life you've made. 

An ancient tender of the Elysian Wastes strode through harrowed halls, ghostly fingertips brushing past the shattered remnants of a Menhir. A chorus of three intertwined voices solemnly filled the area.

"Du’urkthykzan daz’overrdalk garzu. Al’Fiktmerinek kknotoskhae."

“A horned host rises. The Jailor’s deathknell.”

"Dunru ot’zubrikas. Al’Kfurl’sek shai, urk’lakzut."

“End of an era. The Synod’s work, complete.”

"Basul pelosr undere skutur. Al’durngo-lott gathan."

“Soul and bone coalesce. The blackest feat.”

Where once such a vision was lost on them, it now, for the most part, made sense. Sorrow crept along her dour expression, remorse. A knee taken before an empty throne, a tear shed. A mission failed. A warning ignored.

The First Watcher and chosen of Metis, Valindra Nullivari-Atmorice, Oracle of the Veil, cracked a faint smile after the anguish of the sudden vision had passed. The material plane was all the safer for the destruction of a tear.

Character Artefact Name: The Book of Metis

Character Artefact Number: 5

Name of the character possessing the artefact: Valindra

Your character's race/subrace: Mali'aheral

The IGN of the ET who granted the character artefact: MayRndz

Do you consent to this CArt?: Yes

Dropped by teacher, still accepted.

Valindra let out a cackle as news reached her...

The rex would be met with a basket of fresh meat, choice cuts. There was a slip of parchment set atop of such, carrying no words, but instead a simple message; a depiction of a thumbs up!

Accepted. 

An ancient elf welcomed into the Uialbens in ages since passed grinned menacingly, rummaging through her collection of crowns.

A frenzied 'aheral awoke from her fitful trance with a groan of exasperation, her features paled and dark rings underlining her eyes. The material plane had become rife with bad omens-- perhaps she would have been better off remaining in Sulith, where the tea was hot and the company didn't want to kill her... mostly.

Valindra drooled at the mere mention of Minas..

The chaos goblin longed for some action…

Though in Arthur’s case, she’d make an exception…