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Wyre Wyre looks to the small being that is Amelia. Her pale skin even more pallid than usual, her eyes dull. Wyre didn't even need to hear Amelia's voice to know just how terribly bent out of shape she was at the moment. But they were being called, and things would only get worse if they tried...

TIME SKIP IN.....5....4....3...2..1. Most mornings started with the sun shining through the small window in the room that Wyre slept in. Along with the small sounds the others made as they woke. This morning was different. Instead of the small thumps of the others opening their shutters and...

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Hands on here Wyre attempts to take note with everything that she has just seen and fails. Its like a blur of images happening at once. Play. It was the only thought in her head, a voice that wasn't her own urging it on, but she didn't fear insanity at that moment only comfort as she feels her...

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In the middle of the stage Wyre sits her dark grey eyes scanning the crowd before her. The faces, the expressions, the way their eyes glimmer and follow her movements as she picks up her lyre, fingers resting ever so slightly on the instrument she had just tuned earlier. As she straightens her...

Sage Sage looks down upon the swirling mess of velvet strewed women with men adorned in silken suits at their elbows. Some of them smile up at him, their eyes full of a mixture of awe and...anxiety. They must have been new. Sage stares back directly into their eyes when ever they do so. A...

Harrison's Collection Harrison is a competent man. Strong, Controlling, Ruler of the eastern desert of Del'tonia. He has titles, wealth, and is know by many people for many things. Yet, what he must be known for the most is his collection. The Arcane. To be more specific people born of...

First may I say your profile pic gives me emotions that I thought I lost. Second, of course. Everything should be up and ready from character submission by tomorrow evening if not earlier.

At the moment I am still working out the lore and such, but once everything is done. I will tag you.

The price of blood, the prince of shadow, a toll unpaid, and peoples suffer, a high kings and queens play their games, a chessboard of life is now laid, and no will remain un scathed. A story was once told of two villages who lived side by side. The only thing separating...

Eury winces with almost every chilled word that came out of Rye's mouth. Each one like a thin needle pricking her fingers and drawing blood. Yet...She guess she couldn't blame this man not many people if any understood what it was like with her and her puppets. They couldn't see the red strings...

Euryale watched as the her blue haired leader walked out of the kitchen following their local earth bending extraordinaire Misty. She started to follow but stops commanding Dawn mind transmission. They wouldn't really need her would they? She thought creasing her brow and stared at the titled...

Everyone was mourning in some way or another, some from the lost of Chase, others because they missed home, or maybe they mourned passed memories that now seemed dance in their thoughts leaving their ribbons of presence every where within the reaches of their minds. Eury along with the others...

The quiet playing of an out of tune fiddle fills your ears as the fire burns, crackling and popping. Smiling, you down among the others around you, shivers going down your spin despite the fire that is suppose to be warming you. Along with the sound of the crackling fire comes silence, complete...

Eury blows air into her cheeks making her look somewhat frog-ish, as she was squeezed closely to the chest of the blonde haired man that was holding her. Feeling, even if only for a moment, kinda like a fish wrapped up in a birds talons. Soon, after the falcon grip loosens she releases the...

Eury feels like a shirt stuck in the dryer, tumbling and shaking, being passed back and forth, between Rye and Patrick, like a rag doll being faught over. Though unlike a dryer there were rocks falling from the ceiling attempting to crush not only her, but Rye in the process. And unlike a fight...

Eury took a second and looked to Rye and back to Patrick, her eyes darted to and fro before finally they settle above her, aimed at the mostly invisible ceiling. Her thoughts at the moment were scrambled with both rage and tiny tidbits of grief for her crushed puppet. The remains of whom were...

Patty came into her view a few minutes after she started, taking only a moment to lift her use to be metal appendage off of her. She stared back at the chair, barely able to see the outlining of it in the dark. But just enough so that she could tell that the boulder that had hit it hadn't been...