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"THAT'S A LIE!" Said a necromancer, the spider. She who would never lie.

A Necromancer sweats profoundly but reading the anged was directed to that particular village brought her joy. She was glad the demons were taking all the blame for doing evil things upon Nohr. Another weaver victory!

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Ena's mind would have been blasted by external knowledge at his natural-quipped response; the shrine's harmless damage was there for a few days and surely not made in Krugmas or the new yearly era. O.O

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · · Within the storm-roaring island, where the skies were ever dark and its people as unyielding as wrathful bears, life continued as it always had. Strength was revered above all else; power was pursued without hesitation, for to conquer, to uphold honor, to bow before might was a sign of respect, as these were the principles they lived by, might makes right. Yet in their obsession, they failed to notice what was unfolding around them, and so, a transgression was made. Upon the grounds of the Kato compound, a family once held in great esteem would lay a trail of destruction, with broken stones littering the ground and faded footprints marking a winding path leading to a shrine of someone now dead, which had now been defiled. The offerings, once placed with care, had been scattered, overturned, and desecrated. The words once carved to bind the departed spirit had been disrupted, twisted into a crooked sentence etched in that show of havoc. “'The Katos killed Choumi.” Nevertheless, no culprit revealed itself; still, the marks were caught only after a few KAMI months, with little or no attention given to them. Clearly, this was no act of random vandalism. It was a deliberate act, meant to free the dead from the chains of that shrine, to grant the soul that was housed inside that prison rest in the eyes of the one who committed this act of liberation. However, it carried more than one meaning than that; it served as a reminder: a warning of what such traditions would ultimately bring: Forevermore, a truth to where such customs lead, toward ruin, and toward an inevitable end. · · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

"You are so good-hearted and nice, Dementio." Joywonder insulted the evildoer.

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"All that we are is the result of what we have thought." For a fleeting moment, Seisho Ehiba felt the entire weight of the world press down upon her shoulders. It crushed her breath, seeped into her bones, and threatened to break her entirely. Yet amidst the ache, only one thought remained as tears blurred her vision and sorrow bound her body in stillness as she realized this was what the world truly felt like. This was the pain borne by the countless souls who lived beneath war’s shadow, the grief of those who lost their loved ones, the silent suffering inflicted by powers far beyond their control. “How selfish of me… Is this what others feel? Is this what they endure?” This unfortunate woman who was born beneath an eclipse and branded by fate as one meant for ruin, she found herself unable to turn away. She could not ignore the cries of the young, the pleas of the elderly, nor the desperation of the weak. Compassion clung to her like a curse, one she could never abandon. It gnawed at her heart with every passing moment, consuming her, shaping her, and yet… enlightening her. For the first time, that pain sharpened her senses rather than drowning them. The world opened itself to her: the whisper of leaves, the tremble of wings in flight, the soft echo of rain against stone. She felt it all, as though she had become one with the pulse of life itself. And in that communion, she understood, true understanding demanded sacrifice. She witnessed her own body torn asunder, torn by nature itself, an unending agony that burned through her flesh and burrowed into her heart, as though molten fire coursed through her veins. It was her offering, her price to pay in order to understand. Her death, not of flesh alone, but of self. Through trembling breath and fading strength, her voice still rose in a whisper. “I shape my own destiny. What I become is my choice alone. I must… for others. I must let go of what I was.” “I need… to be of use. To guide those who come after. To protect the world that still breathes.” And yet, within that torment, something answered her call. Hands reached for her, not to pull her free, but to guide her deeper. Many hands. Familiar hands. Loving hands. They did not save her from the descent; they walked with her into it. Step by step, she followed them through a path of revelation, one paved with both agony and grace. It was heaven and hell intertwined, a pilgrimage through suffering and goodness alike. She understood then. This was not punishment. This was ascension to fully serve her triumvirate, and with gratitude in her broken heart, she surrendered herself fully, letting go of fear, of name, of form. She released her final attachment to the world she had known, accepting the truth she had long resisted. To protect the world, one must sometimes cease to be, and so, she gave herself completely to plunge into the unknown of abstract truth, and thus... Seisho Ehiba was no more. The Geisha was Dead.

A oyashi druid looked forward to teach the Musins the way of a druid!

"Who knew I would have found good allies amongst the Gaijin dwarves?" A proud Oyashiman of Liberation stated. She tried to scream alongside the other dwarves. "AROOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUuuuuuuu-" and due to her old age, the intense screaming caused her to pass out.

"Haraldr-sama... why must Fate be so cruel to us all?" A Oyashiman pressed her hands together upon hearing the news that she would be forced to fight the King she had hopes for, and surely Iulius. Her prayers wrought in sorrow, hoped they could reach her Kami to bless her ancient Norlandic friends. "I do not want to fight you, or your people, but... alas..." "At least, I'm honored to call you a worthy opponent." The Lady of Symphonies was not sure she could change the Norlander's mindset regarding this war, but there was one thing she knew well: she would fight honorable foes unto a glorious battlefield. "Good luck."

Said Pink-witch kicks her legs back and forth while eating some mochi before her ears start to whistle. "Huh? What was that?" Lately, the whistling in her ears had occurred more often than not. She wondered how many people were still talking about her for no reason.

A Oyashiman of Liberation takes notice of the missive. She'd be sure to reach out and contact the akaal to help her family out.

"DOWN WITH SUCH PHONY LEADERS." Echoed a Oyashiman of Liberation.