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edit: I found the jewelry tab!!
Mysrai strokes the decapitated head of Persayis tenderly.
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Mysrai Thrice-Crowned intones, "DZA NA III."
You say, "Dzaa."
You nod your head emphatically.
Mysrai nods solemnly.
Mysrai gives you a peck on the cheek.
Reality solidifies, mending itself into a single paradigm as Mysrai departs.
This is Celina in her favorite dress on a nice stroll through her favorite part of the forest at midnight.
Mysrai strokes the decapitated head of Persayis tenderly.
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Mysrai Thrice-Crowned intones, "DZA NA III."
You say, "Dzaa."
You nod your head emphatically.
Mysrai nods solemnly.
Mysrai gives you a peck on the cheek.
Reality solidifies, mending itself into a single paradigm as Mysrai departs.
Elayde, as a Trill. She dislikes the cold, so is bundled up almost always. The hair is supposed to be reminiscent of her crest of feathers.
Mysrai strokes the decapitated head of Persayis tenderly.
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Mysrai Thrice-Crowned intones, "DZA NA III."
You say, "Dzaa."
You nod your head emphatically.
Mysrai nods solemnly.
Mysrai gives you a peck on the cheek.
Reality solidifies, mending itself into a single paradigm as Mysrai departs.
Avatar by the most wondrous Feyrll
"THE DEMON LORDS CAN NEVER TRULY BE KILLED - GREAT IS THEIR POWER."
You shock a platinum-coloured geomycus with tales of terror bestowed on villages who don't follow Magnagora.
A platinum-coloured geomycus slaps her knee and declares that, by the gods, Ptoma Hive should follow the Grand Empire of Magnagora after all!
Shouts rise up from Ptoma Hive, as its denizens loudly pledge themselves to the Grand Empire of Magnagora.
It seared their eyes, it shook the ground.
One hundred thousand voices lift,
While ashes like dirty snowfall drift.
The clouds of purple glowing gas,
The tiny sun is rising fast.
Your star...
Is on the rise.
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
NARF!