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Someone Else

That pain, the blood pouring from your wounds, its over. You don’t have to relive that moment anymore. I have taken it away.

You were misguided in life, it is true. No, don’t try to remember who you were, it’s okay. I have taken that burden from you now. You serve the will of Asala the Black, and you are blessed to do so.

You can be so much better than who you were. A past, a name, they are such unnecessary things. I can give you new purpose.

You really should be thanking me. You could have been flowing through the underworld instead of safe with me, you know, wicked things are afoot there. You owe me for these kindnesses.

But the restful sleep of death is no way to pay off your debt to me for these gifts I’ve given you. It’s time to go back, my precious new servant. It is time to see the shadow of the God of Magic return to the world.

Awake.

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Olivia

S-

Looks like you’re getting your money’s worth, one of our boys spotted an outlander who matches the kinda person you Shining Whatever fellas over in Tyria seemed interested in. Apparently, this lady saved his life, so I’m certainly not telling him I’m giving this intel to you. Hush hush and all that.

But my boy was nearly turned to a crystal monster when that Brandstorm hit Amnoon. Only reason he wasn’t he said was some lady used some magic where she carved a ‘hole in the air’ using some kinda magic, sucked the brandstone right in. My boy says she had white armour, yeah, and she wielded a sword made of red crystal. If that weren’t enough for you, says when she told some of the locals to run and hide behind her, her battlecry was something like “I am the hand of the Unseen, the defenders of humanity”. My man says he won’t never forget that.

That seems to hit all your big points, right? You were right, some of your noble Queen’s enemies are hiding here with us. If you want her though, come get her yourself. I’m not risking my boys on some bitch with a magic crystal sword crazy enough to fight the Branded.

Still, hope you got a finders fee for me.

-L

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II. The High Priestess

The hissing of the cat was something the witch Camila could handle, Yaga got excitable at all sorts of things in the coven’s home, where magic most mysterious was often cast. She could have done without the cat sitting on top of her table where she was preparing to read the cards.

“Shoo, you silly thing go!”

The cat leapt to the floor as Camila made her aggressive gestures at it, but it didn’t stop it’s incessant hissing. The witch’s mood soured more. Her usual mischievous manner had been missing lately, her plans had gone south far too many times lately, she couldn’t find her niece Alejandra, and all her schemes to impress great Akasha always found the worst ways to go wrong.

But the ambitious did not get failures, they had setbacks. And Camila Tenevera was ambitious. The magic she focused into the cards always guided her, her chronomancy tapped her into the weave of fate and she would see that placed her on top. With a table free of cat, she began her reading.

“Ah, Yaga, the High Priestess! A card of mystery and secrets, how fitting I draw this. Is not Abaddon the god of mystery! Let us see what we have next.”

She turned over the next card and frowned as the High Priestess was revealed again. There weren’t meant to be two in a deck, had she cast the spell wrong? Was this her chronomancy creating a paradox? She turned over a third card, and again the High Priestess emerged.

Camila was sure she cast her spells right, that this attempt at divination was no different than any other she had attempted a thousand times before. She puzzled over what could have caused this, when she noticed Yaga had stopped hissing. She looked up from the table, and immediately called out to the other witches nearby.

“Sisters... you might want to see this.”

Yaga’s corpse was pinned to the wall, charred and smouldering with an unearthly flame. Burned into the wall as well was a message, the fires of Torment flicker

THE LARKSPUR SISTERS MUST NOT REACH THE MOUTH OF TORMENT

Asala the Black had reached out between worlds to find her coven of old.

(( @arcanacoven ))

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The Tenevera Witches

The next dossier on Luxelen’s desk of witches, although a fairly thin one.

The great and noble house of Tenevera is, thankfully, not a family of witches. They are an old Krytan family from the countryside (mostly the Hinterlands and parts of Gendarren), not without their flirtation with heresy and scandal, but overall not witches. Those who do take up the tradition of witchcraft are branded outcasts by the rest of their family, and so rarely is there more than two at any time, a teacher and the apprentice she hopes to take her place some day. Given the secretive and insular nature of the Teneveras our information is limited. We have discovered no connection between the coven and the case of the recent events regarding Miss Clara Tenevera so far.

Camila Isobel Enriqueta Tenevera: The current serving witch of the Arcana Coven for the Tenevera Family. Camila is the only one who openly serves as a sister of the coven, in denial of their grand tradition of secrecy. Everything we learn about her points her to being a troublemaker who thrives on uncertainty and chaos, and certainly nothing she says should be taken at face value. Only the coven elders seem able to reign her in. She occasionally serves the general public as a fortune teller, primarily through the use of the tarot. There are suspicions that this fortune telling may be genuine and that Camila wields the magic of a chronomancer. Her talents with some level of mesmer magic have been cited by witnesses.

Maria Salma Antonia Tenevera: Officially, she is dead. The aunt of Camila, we confirmed she was the former representative witch before her supposed death. It was said she had a voice so beautiful that even the sea and storm would still to listen to her, and that she could turn a man’s heart to ice with but a word. She supposedly passed on in 1325 AE, which was, unfortunately, the time the main Tenevera holdings were attacked and destroyed by invading Centaur, so we have no records of how she died or where her body is. When asked for comment, Camila simply handed our agent the High Priestess card from her deck and winked.

Alejandra Clara Sofia Tenevera: Here is pure speculation, hints of information from surveillance and anonymous tip-offs. Alejandra is the second-born child of current heir to the family throne Olivia Tenevera. It is possible that Alejandra is already being groomed by Camila to take her place as the next generation. If this is true, it is almost certain Lady Olivia does not know, and were she to discover this would certainly act against her cousin Camila. We have little other information at this time.

( @luxelen @arcanacoven)

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Clara Tenevera was dead.

Olivia’s Refuge felt like an ironic name. Olivia Tenevera hated it.

Here though it was that her sister ran when she betrayed the mantle, straight into the arms of this Luxelen of House Larkspur. Rarely did she engage with Larkspurs. Her father Antonio had always taught her not to bother with the favour of the Ascalonian families. Olivia always dutifully listened to her father growing up, for she was first born and she knew one day she would replace him.

Clara did not. Clara rarely listened to anyone. And she grew so fond of this Larkspur woman, certain that she would keep her from the White Mantle’s grasp. Ironic that the tool of her death was a Shining Blade’s sword. 

Yet Clara was still her little sister before she was a traitor to both queen and rebels, and still a Tenevera. Now the little sister she had protected so much she just wanted to inter in the family crypt, and yet this dustbowl of a town seemed to thwart her at every turn. In the end all roads seemed to lead to their leader, Luxelen a woman who she would have rather avoided. And yet, she could not even get an audience. With a sigh she turned from the window of her room in the Eir Inn to her manservant.

“James,” she said, “Take out some of the nice parchment and ink. I am going to dictate a letter.” 

And so she did.

Dear Chancellor Luxelen of House Larkspur,

I write to you on my father’s behalf, on my family’s behalf. We all grieve the loss of Lady Clara Maria Salma Tenevera. I understand you and her grew close as roomates at the Periwinkle Arts Academy, so you share in our grief. I mourn with you.

I wish to return her body to our family tomb in the Hinterlands. I have heard the reports of her unsavoury affiliations and I would like to perform the rites of Grenth so that she may not be so harshly judged for her crimes. Sadly, my cousin Camila and her little coven managed to get their hands on it, and will not negotiate with me. I beg of you, for a grieving sister, ask them to release the body to us.

With regards,

Lady Olivia Sofia Alejandra Tenevera

“There. Take that to her. I hope that is the end of this, I wish to be out of this place.”

@luxelen

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You in or not?

for @nickvalcntines ♥

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What would your character’s life essence/life force/soul look like?

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I don’t think I’ll ever get over how clean her split was.

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Stabbed right in the friggin’ face

It’s almost like the world was in some distant place. Maybe she was already vanishing, fading into the Mists, she wondered. Susie was pushed into the waypoint. Did she do that? She couldn’t tell. She was pretty sure all this blood was hers. She blinked. She swore the necromancer had moved. Did she blink for longer than she thought?

The man reached down and grabbed her face. The stab wound in the bottom of her jaw flared into new pain. She could barely hear what he said. Tell Lux, he said, that he wants the children? His child? His child. A message.

The last thing she saw was him walk away.

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#how to handle slut-shaming tbh

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~the queen of lost treasure~

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             AUBREY PLAZA for yahoo! style.

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Absolutely them showing off.

Gene Kelly and Cyd Charisse in Singin’ in the Rain (1952).

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Anastasiya Mazur (x)

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✂- A crime

“MONTY! There you are. Okay. Hold this box. Don’t open the box! Just, bury it somewhere on the beach for me, yeah? Leave a stick or something so I can find it. I’m going to go commit some loud petty vandalism to get the Lionguard going the opposite direction. DON’T open the box! It’s very expensive and the buyer... shit I gotta go okay thanks Monty you’re the best.”

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☢- A fear/phobia

“Come here, my child,” was all he said, with the most easy beckon. The tense atmosphere froze for a moment as the priest interrupted his feud with the socialite, and there was a pause that for everyone felt like a moment, but for Clara was much longer, as she was assaulted by frightening memory.

It was a childish prank, the kind she always pulled, she thought it was funny. Why did silly old Grenth point that finger up? He was just asking for someone to take a statuette and make it look like it was fingering a deer statue’s anus. She thought it was funny. She really did. Her grandmother did not. Clara had only seen her that furious once, when someone had told her that her son Benito was praying to old, evil things.A month of fasting is hard on an eight year old girl. The whipping with each prayer even harder.

A different memory, an older woman on the plains of Ascalon. The taste of bile and blood in her mouth and the ringing echo of ancient words of power. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t see anymore. She could barely feel her fingers clenching onto the grass growing out of the foreign soil. She would have died then, if not for the sudden ringing of gunfire silencing the witch’s words. She barely felt the rough claws of the charr as she collapsed into her rescuer’s arms, his growl warning her of the horrors of magic seeming so far away.

And then the final memory, of the last few seconds, of the socialite who she loved more than she would admit accusing a man of the gods of being her enemy.

She didn’t know what else to do. So in spite of her fear, she stepped forward.

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♡- A crush

“What? What crush. I don't have any crushes. Hey Lux though you doing anything tonight? Wanna come over, you know? Sleepover night? No homo.”