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We Didn't Start The Fire. . .
Punished_Pup replied to milksoda's topic in Nor-Velyth: The Moonlit Lands
There would be a pang of guilt in the stomach of a Wanderer, who wanted to help the Primarch, but every visit she couldn't not find her, nor would fate permit her the time, she'd remark from her own experience of loss, with widen eyes staring at a wall "It is oddly liberating to lose it all. To become utterly unshackled." -
Does this mean 1.9 PvP again?
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A Wanderer laid within her abode, clawing at her eyes with such fervor..
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"MAY CHAOS TAKE THE WORLD!" Screams out a Witch of Chaos from the news
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Laerdya thinks whoever wrote this Missive is more schizo than she is.
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A Wanderer stirs, as she remarks "Blessed are we." She runs a hand over the Lorraine Cross that Mattia gifted to them, for a moment, before she falls back into slumber.
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A Wanderer remains unaware of this letter, as it was only addressed and sent to the Pontiff and her best friend Mattia.
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I think they should still be included on the Seer page, there is no reason not to, as it makes it easier for players to double check if they are compatible, rather than having to go back to Epiphyte page. All good gamer, pays to make sure everything is all in order.
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"Surely them being given the moniker The Scholar is a grand jest, given they were unable to read through the Celia'norian records and deduce that a 'Jylie' is not an official Representative of the Celia'nor Government." A Wanderer remarks "More idiots blabbing on and complaining because they're incapable of any meaningful action, I hope they're swallowed by the Chaos that is unleashed upon the word." She then puts on some googles over her eyes, as she goes back to Alchemy in a private location
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A Wanderer was pushed to breaking..
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A Wanderer already struggling to sleep awakens in terror from this vision once it pasts, her breathing quickens as tears stream down her features in cut off sobs, a book finds itself in hand, as she tortures her waking with the drawings she once made, something she found eerily familiar...
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A Wanderer could not help be amused at what she read, her worn mind thinking of all that will unfold, from the chaos invited into the world, and so she sung in private.. "The world of Descendants is etched with silent deceit, Whipsers of forgotten falsehoods sow discord among kin, And yet the Wheel keeps turning~"
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A Blackened Orb vanishes from her grasp, as she comes to a stand..