Today, 12:30 AM
wayward wastrel
son of azrael
her painted champion
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Mydaea has spoken,
The cause has not ended, the dream is far from over- do not lose heart, those of her children who still linger about the banner. Rafael lives, and with him the hope for our future is still kindled, merely waiting to be set alight.
son of azrael
her painted champion
Mydaea has spoken,
The cause has not ended, the dream is far from over- do not lose heart, those of her children who still linger about the banner. Rafael lives, and with him the hope for our future is still kindled, merely waiting to be set alight.
She has entrusted me with this virtuous task, and I now turn to those who still hold faith in the final victory.
Come to me.
So the announcement from the scruffy young Oscuri was delivered, soft blue braids bobbing as he makes his way into the Martyr's tower, ascending to the chambers of the old giant. A storm brewing over the township on the sea, where maligned intentions seem to lurk... and forces assemble for what was to come next.
(for related interest and rp reach out to quatral on discord or Mercucio in game)