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A Gaggle of Voids
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Tiho stood, adrenaline rocking her very core as she witnessed the defeat of the vampire. Under the undead gaze of Settra she nearly collapsed, but her legs held strong. She was a being of power, as much as any, she would not buckle her knees without meaning to.
“Yes.” She answers, her voice is even and low, like a full moon upon the horizon. “I saw your approach, and planned to throw the gates wide.” With purpose she drops to a knee, her weapon planted to the ground beside her. “I am Tiho, once of the Mortuary Cult.” Her gaze then goes to her sister, sitting against the wall dazed and struggling for consciousness. The skin of her hand has been charred and burned, and a trickle of blood trails down from the back of her head.
Tiho looks back, seemingly unbothered. “And that is my sister, Thanatob.”
While Tiho looks away the flame colored feathers of Thanatob’s wings slowly turn grey at the base of her back, draining of color until about a fourth of the way down her wingspan. The skin on her hand begins to reverse the burn, the trickle of blood slowly stops.
Lost Sun and Moon
Under the dark of night two women speak in hushed tones, secreted away in a place the undead of Lahmia have yet to find them.
“You think someone’s coming to siege the city?” The heavily robed one asks, she gives off a dim light from the horn that grows from her temple- a ring of flame at the base.
“I saw it, on the horizon, while scouting on the wall.” Her elder sister nods, opening her coat and ensuring the large arm-length bolts that line the inside are all accounted for. “Not to mention the guard on the wall is growing- they are expecting something.” She finishes with a small smile, reaching for a contraption on her back, a seemingly well decorated club of iron- two metal pincers protruding from the top.
The other girl, Thanatob, huffs as she leans her shoulder to the dusty wall. “Who would come, though? Did you see a banner?”
“I thought my eyes could be deceiving me,” Tiho replies, looking over her weapon and ensuring all it’s moving parts are in order. “But I could never mistake the banner of King Settra for any others.”
“But he is long dead?” Thanatob remarks with a raised brow, she had been told of the Arch Necromancer while they traveled back home, but she was not told he was raising the rulers of eld… much less had the ability to break the seal upon Settra the Great’s tomb. “Are the vampires being besieged by Na-”
With swift movement of her hand, Tiho silences Thanatob- who hears footsteps on the sand just a few yards away from their hiding place- the ring around her horn is extinguished and they are plunged into silence until the marching passes. “Fool- I told you to not speak his name!” Tiho admonishes in a harsh whisper as she pulls away. “And no, the Userper would not have the power to break the wards on the King of King’s pyramid. Don’t be foolish.” She peers out past the corner, making sure the coast is clear.
“What are we going to do, then?” Thanatob asks with a sigh, gently picking up her staff and ensuring the metal of its top piece does not clatter. She really does not care for her sister calling her a fool.
Tiho looks back with a mischievous glint in her golden eyes, “We will throw open the gates for them, and be free of this cursed city.”
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The left gate was Tiho’s undoing. She had managed to sneak in unseen and unheard. She took her large bolts and transformed her club into a large bow- she tied rope to a bolt, then the gate, and crouched down to get a wide stance, aiming for one of the far buildings. She lets out a calming breath, readying her void to teleport her away, and she awaits the distant scream of arrows.
Moments pass before she finally hears the towers fire, releasing the tension in her fingers. The power of her arm and the size of her bolt work in tandem to rip one door from the other. None had seen any units sneak to the gate, and Tiho was long gone before anyone had investigated.
As she made her way to the middle gate, a plume of flame and smoke erupted from the far right gate. Thanatob never was good at subtly, she muses as she readies herself to open the center gate by herself.
The younger sister was an amazing distraction, at least. As she blasted the gate doors loose from their great hinges. With any hint of secrecy lost to her, she abandons her cloak- letting it burn to cinders as her wings burn bright and she takes to the sky for a moment, raining fire down upon the units on the wall, completely unprepared for the surprise attack. She dips behind the wall after a moment, not wanting to draw unwanted attention from the invading force’s arrows, readying her staff to fight off any undead that chase after her.
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The great cry for war stirred the two girls, Tiho’s blood thrumming with anticipation as she runs to the center gate, Thanatob less excited as she thought ways she could not be forced to bow to Settra. (All ended in her flying off without her sister.)
A worry for a better time, though, as she glides to the center door just as Tiho is surrounded by a unit of grave guard. The wall next to the gate sports a few bolts decorated with their bodies, and calmer sister has switched to her club to better serve her close combat.
Thanatob casts a spell that envelops her staff in flame, dropping onto one of the undead just as they attempt to cleave into Tiho. Her staff impales and pins him to the ground with a great howl of searing pain before she slices his head off like a hot knife. “I don’t think we’re getting that gate open.” Thanatob dodges a blow and her staff nearly sears her assailant’s arm off.
“That is fine.” Tiho strains back- less used to this amount of activity then her sister. “They will be here soon, We have done enough, I think.”
“That, you have, mortals.” A deep voice interrupts their chatter Tiho turning to block the swing of a great vampire with all her strength. Thanatob yells out as she attempts to swing at him, her staff of flames is grabbed and twisted with his free hand, swiftly letting it go to grab her throat.
“A child of chaos.” He wrongly assesses Thanatob, looking over her wings and horn set aflame as she struggles. His dark ruby gaze then drifts to Tiho, “And a living Nehekharan?” His grin is wicked as he speaks, a dark power beginning to swirl around his sword and attempt to steal her life.
With a growl Tiho stirs up her own magics “Death will not touch me.” She defiantly proclaims before beginning a chant of old to ward off such magics- as this is not the first she has faced their like. Thanatob, having gathered enough heat in her hand, cries out as she forces her palm to the vampire’s face. Before he can react she forces a great amount of fire right at him, sending him back while writhing in pain and chucking Thanatob against the nearby wall, smacking her skull against the stone and dazing her. Tiho cries out and runs to her sister, standing guard while she recovers.
It is just then that the skeleton host of Settra’s army finally pour in from the two outer gates, distracting the grave guard that once surrounded the two girls, though the Vampire is far from distracted- his horrible gaze upon them both as he charges them.
Lost Sun and Moon
Under the dark of night two women speak in hushed tones, secreted away in a place the undead of Lahmia have yet to find them.
“You think someone’s coming to siege the city?” The heavily robed one asks, she gives off a dim light from the horn that grows from her temple- a ring of flame at the base.
“I saw it, on the horizon, while scouting on the wall.” Her elder sister nods, opening her coat and ensuring the large arm-length bolts that line the inside are all accounted for. “Not to mention the guard on the wall is growing- they are expecting something.” She finishes with a small smile, reaching for a contraption on her back, a seemingly well decorated club of iron- two metal pincers protruding from the top.
The other girl, Thanatob, huffs as she leans her shoulder to the dusty wall. “Who would come, though? Did you see a banner?”
“I thought my eyes could be deceiving me,” Tiho replies, looking over her weapon and ensuring all it’s moving parts are in order. “But I could never mistake the banner of King Settra for any others.”
“But he is long dead?” Thanatob remarks with a raised brow, she had been told of the Arch Necromancer while they traveled back home, but she was not told he was raising the rulers of eld… much less had the ability to break the seal upon Settra the Great’s tomb. “Are the vampires being besieged by Na-”
With swift movement of her hand, Tiho silences Thanatob- who hears footsteps on the sand just a few yards away from their hiding place- the ring around her horn is extinguished and they are plunged into silence until the marching passes. “Fool- I told you to not speak his name!” Tiho admonishes in a harsh whisper as she pulls away. “And no, the Userper would not have the power to break the wards on the King of King’s pyramid. Don’t be foolish.” She peers out past the corner, making sure the coast is clear.
“What are we going to do, then?” Thanatob asks with a sigh, gently picking up her staff and ensuring the metal of its top piece does not clatter. She really does not care for her sister calling her a fool.
Tiho looks back with a mischievous glint in her golden eyes, “We will throw open the gates for them, and be free of this cursed city.”
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The left gate was Tiho’s undoing. She had managed to sneak in unseen and unheard. She took her large bolts and transformed her club into a large bow- she tied rope to a bolt, then the gate, and crouched down to get a wide stance, aiming for one of the far buildings. She lets out a calming breath, readying her void to teleport her away, and she awaits the distant scream of arrows.
Moments pass before she finally hears the towers fire, releasing the tension in her fingers. The power of her arm and the size of her bolt work in tandem to rip one door from the other. None had seen any units sneak to the gate, and Tiho was long gone before anyone had investigated.
As she made her way to the middle gate, a plume of flame and smoke erupted from the far right gate. Thanatob never was good at subtly, she muses as she readies herself to open the center gate by herself.
The younger sister was an amazing distraction, at least. As she blasted the gate doors loose from their great hinges. With any hint of secrecy lost to her, she abandons her cloak- letting it burn to cinders as her wings burn bright and she takes to the sky for a moment, raining fire down upon the units on the wall, completely unprepared for the surprise attack. She dips behind the wall after a moment, not wanting to draw unwanted attention from the invading force’s arrows, readying her staff to fight off any undead that chase after her.
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Lost Sun and Moon
Under the dark of night two women speak in hushed tones, secreted away in a place the undead of Lahmia have yet to find them.
“You think someone’s coming to siege the city?” The heavily robed one asks, she gives off a dim light from the horn that grows from her temple- a ring of flame at the base.
“I saw it, on the horizon, while scouting on the wall.” Her elder sister nods, opening her coat and ensuring the large arm-length bolts that line the inside are all accounted for. “Not to mention the guard on the wall is growing- they are expecting something.” She finishes with a small smile, reaching for a contraption on her back, a seemingly well decorated club of iron- two metal pincers protruding from the top.
The other girl, Thanatob, huffs as she leans her shoulder to the dusty wall. “Who would come, though? Did you see a banner?”
“I thought my eyes could be deceiving me,” Tiho replies, looking over her weapon and ensuring all it’s moving parts are in order. “But I could never mistake the banner of King Settra for any others.”
“But he is long dead?” Thanatob remarks with a raised brow, she had been told of the Arch Necromancer while they traveled back home, but she was not told he was raising the rulers of eld… much less had the ability to break the seal upon Settra the Great’s tomb. “Are the vampires being besieged by Na-”
With swift movement of her hand, Tiho silences Thanatob- who hears footsteps on the sand just a few yards away from their hiding place- the ring around her horn is extinguished and they are plunged into silence until the marching passes. “Fool- I told you to not speak his name!” Tiho admonishes in a harsh whisper as she pulls away. “And no, the Userper would not have the power to break the wards on the King of King’s pyramid. Don’t be foolish.” She peers out past the corner, making sure the coast is clear.
“What are we going to do, then?” Thanatob asks with a sigh, gently picking up her staff and ensuring the metal of its top piece does not clatter. She really does not care for her sister calling her a fool.
Tiho looks back with a mischievous glint in her golden eyes, “We will throw open the gates for them, and be free of this cursed city.”
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The left gate was Tiho’s undoing. She had managed to sneak in unseen and unheard. She took her large bolts and transformed her club into a large bow- she tied rope to a bolt, then the gate, and crouched down to get a wide stance, aiming for one of the far buildings. She lets out a calming breath, readying her void to teleport her away, and she awaits the distant scream of arrows.
Moments pass before she finally hears the towers fire, releasing the tension in her fingers. The power of her arm and the size of her bolt work in tandem to rip one door from the other. None had seen any units sneak to the gate, and Tiho was long gone before anyone had investigated.
As she made her way to the middle gate, a plume of flame and smoke erupted from the far right gate. Thanatob never was good at subtly, she muses as she readies herself to open the center gate by herself.
The younger sister was an amazing distraction, at least. As she blasted the gate doors loose from their great hinges. With any hint of secrecy lost to her, she abandons her cloak- letting it burn to cinders as her wings burn bright and she takes to the sky for a moment, raining fire down upon the units on the wall, completely unprepared for the surprise attack. She dips behind the wall after a moment, not wanting to draw unwanted attention from the invading force’s arrows, readying her staff to fight off any undead that chase after her.
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The Eighth Void, Oddle
A girl who once lived in a Bretonian settlement in Araby. It was overrun with undead, one day, and she took to the sea to escape. So fervent was her wish to live, she kept swimming and swimming-
The void awoke, as she dove to the depths. And something else, too, answered her call for life, helping her body to change into something more suited to the sea. The scales covering her body are a deep green, though her hair is darker, like moss. Wrapped in it, like ribbons, are deep red strands of seaweed. Sometimes she finds lost clothes in the sea- she likes to take them and make them more suitable for herself. Can’t be anything too heavy, but thin skirts are her favorite, even if they deteriorate in the harsh sea as she swims.
She has two pairs of fins on the back- used to pump water and swim faster when needed, though they are lined with gossamer stands, delicate as they float in the water.
She eats most fish, yes, though her favorite is catching shellfish. Her favorite favorite is hiding near the coast, near civilizations, and setting out shimmering glowing shells into the water- her own little magic- and waiting for unsuspecting strangers to dive to the depths. She can get about 3 or 5 before she needs to gather her shells up and swim down coast- being found out would be the end for her, so she must be cautious. She hasn’t spoken to another person in so long, she’s unsure if she even can speak anymore. The gills on her throat and sides help her breath water- but the void helps when there is none, for she can breath nothing is she needs.
She doesn’t remember her real name, but she remembers her friends called her Oddle, and that small piece of knowledge is a comfort over the years as she ekes out a life in the waves.
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The Seventh Void, V
(No sixth void yet, so we’re skipping to seven!)
Born in the year 666 to two pirates- one a notorious Sea witch at that, V wasn’t exactly raised well. She’s wanting for manners, so you can be sure she’ll never tell a damned soul her real name. Unless you get her really drunk, that is. You’d best hope you’re not on sea, for her name is cursed.
But that's okay she killed her parents and we never have to talk about them or the shitty things they did. For nearly 300 years she plagued the old world coast, a one man pirate crew- using her powers of the void to ride her ship, as her loophole void abilities let her steer it in spite of wind or sails. The tails about her were numerous. One dark stormy eye-her right covered with an eyepatch, long purple hair, one side shaved. Her left arm gone, yet that doesn’t stop her knife-work one bit. She is described as a hurricane in human form- the cruel winds given a body.
Eventually she grew board, though, her stash (hidden away on an island she purposefully put into the void) Would grow, yes, but she never really could find someone to fight as her equal. So she hid in Tilea for about 100 years- near the end of that she made the mistake of falling for a woman- and they had a nice few years together- but they both knew the other wasn’t going to be the happiest.
V was wanting to wander and sail again- and Lynnea wanted a home life away from fighting, away from adventure. They loved eachother- and Lynn would come if V would ask, but V could never put her love in such danger. And V, as much as she would love to stay and live a quiet life for once, knew her void would only attract danger. The one thing a void can never have is a quiet life, it seems.
So she sets out to sea, bidding her love farewell. To keep Lynn even safer she decides to sail the world over- see if there’s an equal in power somewhere...
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The Fifth Void, Aaliya
(I also have not written much in terms of Aaliya, my apologies! But this still enough, I think, to get a gauge for fun interactions and scenarios!)
A woman from distant Ind, taken up to wanderlust and arriving in the old world just as the age of man begins in the west. Her large wings, purple and draping like hanging flowers, betray encounters with chaos, but she can hold her own. She’s traveled this far on foot, after all.
She exudes elegance, through all of that, though, and most would not think she had faced that perilous journey alone. Her long, nearly black, brown hair twists into a braid do her knees and is covered in a lovely scarf. Her eyes of honey betray her gentle demeanor, exuding confidence and power.
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The Fourth Void, Shattereyes Shadowchest
(I have yet to make the Void that comes after Tiho- Void 4B is a mystery rn, so this is the only Fourth void as of right now. I also do not have much in terms of Shatter, so please excuse the lack of detail story!)
Shattereyes was a turnskin beastwoman- though she is unnaturally blessed by chaos. Her arms are chitinous, her fingers more claw-like and pointed, then anything delicate. Her whole body is of course covered in dark fur, her hooves caked in mud and blood from her battles. Her hair (mane) and tail are long, well taken care of, and shimmer in their black luscious glory and her eyes are nearly pearlescent with how clear and light they are. She’s proven her strength to many and mostly takes to wander- and she absolutely loves surprising and intimidating the other races with how conversational and civil she can be.
...it’s mostly just her intimidating people, though. There’s no fun in just killing you, there wont be a challenge, but she’s certainly going to make you feel like she’s might kill you while she asks where the nearest river is.
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The Third Voids, Thanatob and Tiho
Thanatob and Tiho were born to the thriving people of Nhekhara. Tiho, the eldest of the two, was sent to the mortuary cult while Thanatob was raised to one day take the throne from her father.
Thanatob did not feel she was one to rule. She was too aloof, too distant from what the people wanted to know what was best- birthright be damned she felt her sister, much more collected and thoughtful, would be a far better queen then she.
Tiho did not agree, but she could see how unhappy her sister was, groomed and raised for a role that constrained her far beyond her liking. Tiho was fine where she was, she enjoyed her studies and the practices- but still she agreed to help Thanatob run away. Tiho was never suspected- and was relived when she was not made the next heir, instead it fell to her uncle’s daughter. Tiho was where she was comfortable, and her sister was out in the world finding where she may be comfortable. This was enough, she thought.
Tiho awoke to the void not long after that- a neighboring king had tried to invade, she had been caught up in a fight and awoke to the void moments before death was upon her- and death was at her fingertips. Her resilience to age was noted, as well as her odd void, yet she kept her affinity for death magic hidden. It was disrespectful to wield the dead as she did that day- bodies once laying on the ground moving to kill for her, She quickly released her control of them and the guilt had kept her from using such powers ever since. She shaved her head soon after the incident, though she’d often wear a straight wig dyed a lovely teal. Her yellow eyes deep as honey as she scans old tomes and practices sacred mortuary rituals of her people.
Thanatob had awoken to the void shortly after arriving in Ind. Other travelers, like her, had taken advantage of her naivete and she repaid them in flame and steel. Eventually she met a traveling priestess who offered the runaway queen her company as they traveled. They grew very close over the years, and as age caught up with the priestess as they journeyed all over the east, she gave Thanatob her traveling staff, as a memento of their time together. Her curls, once dark, now spiral into hues of orange and red, her brown eyes the wonderfully color of the world- sometimes her pupils ringed in fire when facing battle.
Through her journeys she had encountered chaos quite a few times, though she is no worse for the encounters, her appearance has taken it’s toll. Wings of flame extend from her back, a single horn rises from her temple- the base wreathed in a ring of fire, much like her pupils.
Tiho died fighting against Nagash- raised from the dead to damage her pride, though she would not obey any command even by him. He was forced to completely destroy her body- and then attempt to destroy her soul, though he was unsuccessful in the latter.
Thanatob returned to her home not long after- engaging in battle with the undead forces and setting ablaze the sands as she fought to avenge her sister, gentle as the night as she was. She died in a blaze of star fire- having called the heavens down to take out a large group of undead- there was no body left in the aftermath, just a single staff fused to the molten glass of the sands, metal rings chiming in the wind.
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The Second Void(s): Arzomoque/Yrszyth
(Ar.Zuh.Mak/Yer.Zith)
After Rinressre’s death and the void flew off to find another to house it’s power, It found the most curious of people to inhabit. A Dark Elf, born to some slightly higher family (they weren’t slaves, at the very least). They adapted well to the culture, everything was theirs so long as they had the strength to take it, and everything else were inferior in comparison to their kind.
Two souls trapped in one body is such a fun secret to keep. Arzomoque had the common sense to survive in the world- while her sister Yrszyth had little to none, yet her knowledge from tomes was flawless. They have ever practiced speaking the same, and so whichever is in control of the body, no-one can tell who is who and just believe “Arzomoque’s” smarts are unmatched, whether it be learning, scrutinizing one’s intentions or “common sense to her” as they say.
Yet for all their combined smarts, they are not immune to betrayal. Left to die, the last of their unit, is when they awake to the void. Eventually stumbling upon chaos and offering to help their cause so they may get revenge for being abandoned...
Their hair is of duality, one half stark white the other a soft lavender. They encounter Tzeentchian followers again, yet they embrace their wings unlike Rinressre. Their feathers start a deep, bruised purple before ending in a creamy yellow, like the old pages of a book stained with spilt ink. Their eyes look like peaches- if they’d ever had the pleasure of seeing one, in the barren land of the New World.
Their death is perhaps the most horrible of all the voids- in an attempt to protect a Sorcerer, they are instead struck down. In an attempt to keep them alive the sorcerer tried to fill their souls with warp- as if wanting to make them a demonic entity- this only served to split the two souls apart as they died, splitting the void in two as well.
From then on, the voids were never quite as strong, but there are now two voids always roaming the realms.
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The First Void, Rinressre
(Rin.Res.Er)
A tall elven woman. Dark hair reaching down to the ground, deep black changing to reflective white, before disappearing into gossamer wisps at her ankles. Her eyes of lavender observe all, and accept all, within her means.
She was a quiet woman, waking up just as the first invasion of chaos began. No memory of who she was, or where she was, she very quickly had to fight for her life. Eventually she lost her leg but fought on in spite of it, finding her own way to battle while accounting for the loss.
She saved many during the invasion, and as the years went on Rinressre decided she would journey and make her own city in what is now The Old World, as she had grown tired of Ulthaun’s politics. On this journey she had an unfortunate encounter with followers of Tzeentch. She and her group survived the encounter, but not unscathed. Her back ached with pain in the growing days and they eventually had to stop, waiting for two horrible lumps in her back to split and unfold into unnatural wings.
Still she persisted, hiding these wings, dark as night and speckled like a patchwork of stars, under a cloak.
Once their small settlement was established, they wasted no time in reaching out to the people around them. Elf, Dwarf, and even the still primitive Man, were welcome to come trade and even stay with them.
Quite some time later, the city was threatened. No stories told can say what was assaulting them, for sure. Some invading force? Beastmen? Chaos and its warriors and demons? Orks? There are many theories.
But it could not be fought off, and Rinressre would not let her people come to harm. She used all she had- channeled the one wind she could reach, and expended every ounce of power the void bestowed upon her, to hide her city away into the dark of the void, she gave up her very being to save them from death.
It is on no map, no, the only way to reach it now is to be truly lost and without a home. To truly feel you have nowhere to go...
And Nowhere shall appear before you, through a veil of thick mist and under the cover of moonless night, it welcomes all who belong Nowhere.
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What Is the Void?
An interesting question. What is Nothing, indeed? For now, it will suffice to know it is a Force. A force that most do not know of. It flits, from one life to the next, carrying with it memories of the last and the power to bend rules.
If nothing is before you? You may step on it. Nothing is in your lungs? You may breathe it. Nothing is where your left arm used to be? You may yet wield it for a time.
There are drawbacks to this incredible power. The presence of a void feels off to those sensitive to magic. Wrong. As if a physical absence of being is in the area. Though, to most common folk, a void is hardly noticed at all, and it’s fairly easy to forget ever passing by them.
They also, as they awaken to their void within, take on oddities to their appearance, mostly with unnatural hair color. Then there is the occasional time where a force of chaos will seek to corrupt a Void- and no Void can be controlled. You cannot force your will upon Nothing.
But these attempts are met with often devastating results upon the void. Wings and horns often appear when contact with a Chaos God is made, impairing the void’s ability to walk amongst the common folk even further.
Though they may live forever, they are not invulnerable to wounds and illness. And each void is closed off to all but one Wind of Magic- and each time a new Void is born that wind may change.
Throughout history they have wandered, plundered, fought and died. Most do not know them, and for most voids that is a blessing.
(Hello! Ein here! just giving a small overview of how each of my ocs work! I have a lot and most have specific timeframes when they were alive, but I’m down to changing stuff up! Also, sorry if anything i write has inconsistencies with canon lore or timelines! Its a big lore pool to read from and i’ve only been here for like 6 months lol)
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