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Hey, Biilzie, congrats on the policy change for your circus. Anyways, if you end up having a Geist infestation again, can you please just ask me to help fix it? The Geists are too scared to do anything for now, but there’s a whole other horde of spirits forming that’s following your circus from a safe distance. I’m trying to get them to disperse, and them knowing you’ll stop destroying spirits instead of using the proper banishing rites/letting me do the proper banishing rites for you would make negotiations a lot quicker. They aren’t the people you killed, so it’s gonna be easier, but they need assurances.

-Vasro 🔎

Vasro, why is there a horde of geists following my circus and why do you know about the policy change.

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Those sound like buzzwords I'm gonna be fr with you Vas

Hey, Biilzie, congrats on the policy change for your circus. Anyways, if you end up having a Geist infestation again, can you please just ask me to help fix it? The Geists are too scared to do anything for now, but there’s a whole other horde of spirits forming that’s following your circus from a safe distance. I’m trying to get them to disperse, and them knowing you’ll stop destroying spirits instead of using the proper banishing rites/letting me do the proper banishing rites for you would make negotiations a lot quicker. They aren’t the people you killed, so it’s gonna be easier, but they need assurances.

-Vasro 🔎

Vasro, why is there a horde of geists following my circus and why do you know about the policy change.

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He has lenses everywhere, that's how he knows about everything happening always

Hey, Biilzie, congrats on the policy change for your circus. Anyways, if you end up having a Geist infestation again, can you please just ask me to help fix it? The Geists are too scared to do anything for now, but there’s a whole other horde of spirits forming that’s following your circus from a safe distance. I’m trying to get them to disperse, and them knowing you’ll stop destroying spirits instead of using the proper banishing rites/letting me do the proper banishing rites for you would make negotiations a lot quicker. They aren’t the people you killed, so it’s gonna be easier, but they need assurances.

-Vasro 🔎

Vasro, why is there a horde of geists following my circus and why do you know about the policy change.

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i hate it when clones die

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The first girl, of whom this girl is but one aspect, has never not been fleeing the house.

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Love it when my summons are like “I shall serve you with vigor until the end of time”

Like, bestie??? You ain’t living till 2 min from now, let alone the end of time??? Corrupted Conviction????

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"Hi Roxie,

This is Jalil the third, from Silverquill. I wanted to share, the fear that some of my friends had (Not me of course) About some door that lead to nowhere.

A few creepy creatures, of long limbs and with big grins, were captured by the school guards. (Good grievance. One of those creeps was under my bed)

You have many friends across the planes. Correct?

Can you make some question, about what are these doors? Or even better, contract an exterminator!!

Blessing your day with my words,

Jalil the Third"

P.N: Why do you have two accounts? You knows, it`s is a bit confusing, right?

Hey

I'm not affiliated with Strichaven anymore but I can tell you to stay away from those doors, they bring you to duskmourn and that place really fucks you up lol.

Good luck with the whole shebang,

Roxie Duval (the cooler one)

Also I have two accounts because there's multiple copies of me running around :)

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girl who is not going to be okay despite everything

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Lost, in the Ends. Part 1

Cold.

It was so cold.

After losing my home, my inheritance. I was exiled.

Into a realm, devoid of sound and colours. I moved aimlessly, across vast prairies of sounds, oceans of flaours, typhons of sensations.

Eventually, crustaceans, squids and scarabs, found my dying body.

They tried to scavenge from my corpse. It did not happen.

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When I woke up. I meet the unsavory taste of sand in my mouth.

I spitted it, cursing and protesting, confusing at the sensations.

Was this a prank of the Wiscons`s brothers? I swear, once I tell it to the priest, they will heard and undening repimand.

Once I was on my feet, calling out at the bullies, I regconized my surroundings.

This was not Dranau. Neither Nephalia. Neither Innistrad.

Where was I?

Panick and confusion filled my mind, as I hugged myself.

My clothes, an buttomed chirst, damper pants, were clean. As if, they were just taken from the labatory.

Was this an dream? Was I, dreaming of this endless beach?

I am hearing shouting, from nearby. As I got near, I see two persons. An men and a woman. With strange costume.

They look like bandits.

Oh, well. At least if they capture me, that may search for my home, as ramsom.

I ran to thems, waving my arms, screaming with all my lungs.

They pull out, some strange sticks?

(To continue....)

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Indulgence

Flames illuminated the cavern dug deep under Towashi’s Undercity. The smells of death and blood twisted through the air on the smoke.

She had been here a long time. Far longer than the captives in the cages, whimpering or cursing. Far longer than most of her kin who paid lip service at the altar. No, she predated all of them but the object of their adoration himself.

All it took was a flick of her tail and a twitch of her ear for some of the younger acolytes, two humans barely in their twenties, to remove a prisoner from the cage. This prisoner was a nezumi like she was, yet their skin still held the stain of unity. Mechanical patterns in neon colors twisted under the nezumi’s grey fur, dulled from separation but contrasting the matted blood nicely. She once bore the same patterns, but they had been removed by her patron and replaced with more archaic and powerful scars.

The nezumi cursed them all as he was chained down to the altar, but she paid no attention to it. Instead, she selected her favorite sacrificial weapon, a butcher’s cleaver, and stepped towards the altar. The blade caught the lights of the fires as she raised it. “Praise to the Devouring Chaos,” she said, her voice carrying through the cavern, “without whom we would still be vermin among the streets.”

The blade came down and, with a crack of bone and the squelching of guts, the nezumi across the altar fell still. She finished the cut, pulled back the flesh, and gorged herself upon it. The flesh of a nezumi sworn to a Reckoner gang, especially an Okiba like was one of her favorite tastes since becoming one of the Devouring Chaos’s. Once she had eaten her fill, she stepped aside and allowed the younger acolytes to indulge as well.

She licked the blood from her hand. Soon, very soon, she would indulge in the sweetest taste of all – the boss of a Reckoner gang.

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To all the Cathars

I am Gouvle, Monk of Breathold.

Senior of the Order of Saint Traft.

To my allies, and friend of my home. I love, but limped.

As some may know, Breathold was taken over by an interplanar force, the Empire from Kamigawa.

They have been taking as prisoners, the inhabitants who opposwd to their rules. Of all the locals geist, is safe to assume that they took away all of them to their home.

I am safe, if you are concerned. In the other rend of the Omenpath, wich now reside within my town.

To my town, and the order.

Resist. Survive. Liberate.

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Official Obscura Prophecy Release

The sun hangs over the vast desert of Thunder Junction, casting sharp shadows across the village’s plaza. A cart, pulled by a pair of black horses, races into town. A tall humanoid, covered by their massive leathery wings clings to the top, something the courier seems to pay no mind to.

They halt in front of the Sterling Company building, the two guards standing by the entrance simply nodding. The winged figure jumps onto the floor, a wide-brimmed hat shading her pale face. She opens the door of the carriage, pulls out three masked individuals and drags them towards the building. Once there she hands them over to the guards and speaks in a soft, warm voice, “The usual, they’ll talk.”

As the words escape her mouth she's already making her way back towards the carriage, where the courier has already prepared a stretcher next to the door. The winged woman gently carries an unconscious leonin from the carriage and places it on the stretcher. Where her left forearm used to be there are now only a few layers of fabric hastily applied to the wound. The courier helps the woman bring Roxanne inside.

Once the medical team waiting in the building starts taking care of the leonine, the hatted woman, wings almost scraping the already elevated ceiling, enters a backroom. ———————————————-

A large viashino walks trough one of the magically cooled hallways, stopping in front of a reinforced doorway where a guard stands on either side, thunder rifles held close. One of them knocks twice and the door hisses as its enchantment is temporarily disabled. The viashino steps inside.

A metal table takes up most of the space in the room, bolted to the ground, with three chairs on either side. Against the far wall stands a steel cabinet, an audio-transcribe device on standby resting on top of it. The prisoners had already been seated. Their masks now removed, revealing three identical elves with messy aquamarine hair, in differing states of consciousness. A varying amount of wounds covering their bodies, none of them left unharmed.

The viashino speaks up in a deep voice. “Names?” ———————————————-

The winged woman walks to the medical bay, now donning her own Sterling outfit. As she enters the room one of the nurses walks up to her. “How is she?” The winged woman asks. “She’s going to survive, will just take a lot to recover. She’s not getting back the arm though”, the even laughs awkwardly, “She had a communicator on her, do you want us to check it?”

The winged woman tilts shakes her head. “Just give it to me, I’ll do it myself.” She goes trough the emergency contacts, stopping on one with a star next to it. She presses the call button.

“Yes, hello, I am with the sterling company. I am calling you to inform you we have taken in the owner of this device, though she has been heavily wounded. I’ve made sure they guaranteed her survival though.

A large viashino runs up to her, looking panicked.

“I have to go now, I can call back later or you can come visit her. We will have to hold her at least until she goes back to consciousness… Yes. Mhm. Okay, thank you. Goodbye.”

She turns to the viashino and raises her eyebrows, “what is it?”

“The prisoners, they fell unconscious, so I went to get support. But when I came back they were gone.” He answers.

She sighs.

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the character

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The moth appears in front of me, I know I have to kneel.

His whispers fill my mind,

"You haven't been holding up your end of the bargain, Roxie. You better give me some results soon."

I know it's true what He says.

"Yes, soon. I just have to find the right moment"

He vanishes, was he ever even there?

"What have you gotten yourself into this time?" A voice next to me says. I immediately snap around.

It looks like Ash, but I know it's another hallucination. Still I cannot help but cry when I see her face.

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They demonise the fact that she is unprepared. But they will not accept that, before she outwits the house and flees, she will pace these halls, carrying an antique sword.