Java17

Mt Fuji is really nice this time of year

i afk for 15 minutes and this happens

There was no solace in the brittle, sharp crunch that was emitted from her weathered boot sinking into the thickest snow of the Northern-plains. Her head rose, and her eyes scanned the horizon. She found no company, no man, no woman, no animal. “How many days have you wandered?” a voice inquired her. “Tens of thousands.” An answer was barely provided, between chapped lips, which bled nothing. There she stood, in between two pillars of her faith, two pillars of her failure, two pillars of her salvation, and of her damnation. “Dear sister.” she let out with more effort that carried her a thousand steps. A weapon was taken from its scabbard. It gleamed with inscriptions that transcended age. It raged, and it spoke. It’s language; Lightning. Thus it was plunged into the ground. A voice of silk escaped the very snow, it rattled the ground. “And in the end, you had served your sentence in full. And now you stand before your reward.” Ice crept her as quickly as the sparks had wafted from the raging weapon. A sinister harmony born as if in an instant, “A tragedy of my own making, what a display of incompetence.” she spat out. And thus did she become entombed, forever more. A display of lightning remains at her resting place, somewhere upon the Aevosian realms. A hazardous thing, as she was when living.

my frost witch's dead body will be donated to the grub bucket as part of the ingredients for the new popsi-skjolder

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my fault for owning a phone

A variety of figures stood across dancing flames, snow giving way to bark, and then flame. All in the upper-north. "So called honor, she insisted to indulge the impure with purity." A dragonkin spoke to one of her well-known brethren, her eyes bearing disappointment more often than rage. "A lesson in anguish."

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Ar'Yura sat at the very peak of the sacred mont. Her eyes leisurely scanned across soot-filled pages, a letter and a reply. Both seemed amusing to her, for she was indulging in the morning's Ur-Ba.

Name (MC Name): java17 Clan: Seiryū Citizenship: Koyo Kuni Mahō: only sometimes Materials: enough I think

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A circle of braziers formed at the peak of the sacred mont, there a woman stood at its center. Her hand took to the skies, and thus she turned as the flame that surrounded her, a vivid image. Then came words that split the mont in fierce yearning, "Renthisj ekess ve." [Speak to me.] a demand was given to the passing figure in the conclusion of a ritual.

Scions should not have this as well.

A Nephilim stood in the midst of Lumbridge, watching their tree burn, the branches fall and wither away... "If only ideology was cleansed so easily..." She muttered to herself.

I am hesitant on adding anything to the CA and it's affiliated magics but maybe this would fit better for ordained heralds instead.

“The shadows are not the dominion of evil alone. From darkness can spring light. This is a fact that even those most wholly consumed by the chaos of evil must remember, no matter how secluded their gatherings or how hidden their plots. All those who have betrayed descendant-kind in the service of the dark forces are not above the fear that one day, a stranger will emerge from the darkness, bringing with them faith, steel, and fire.” ‡ The forces of Tor-Praeth will march upon your walls. Immediately. ‡ Steel Yourselves.