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The Wandering Sibyl | Elaine
« on: January 11, 2022, 04:28:23 AM »




    Name:    伊莱恩 米拉卢卡 | Yilaien Miraluka (Elaine) 

    Concept : The Wandering Sibyl; Master of Divination

    Features : Silver hair; ashen olive skin; petite but vigorous frame;   appears to be in her late twenties; bears the chimerical features of the   Hsien Gods (fae) such as pointy elven ears.

    Allegiance : Li-Hai Blue-Skin of the Akashayana Sangha



Akashic Grandfather Sage "Luo Feng"
"You've brought me out of the darkness when I needed light most.
Teacher for a day, father for a lifetime. "

"Levi Lamayre"
"I divined the Heavens and they wept stars over your future... I worry. Your anger seems deep rooted, and the beast is just now awakening. I worry."

"Hanamura Shunso"
"I have glimpsed the stains on your soul, brother, and it is saddening. I shall aid your recovery."

Brazen Bull "Rhon Tearth"
"Your guidance will not go unappreciated, brother. Your absence has been felt of late. "

The Doctor "Viktor Asimov"
"It brings me no joy in having you by our side, our doomed fates being what they are. I will cherish your company and insights, for they are the mark of a wise man. "

Sleepless Heralds undeserving a separate entry
"I bemoan fate and lament destiny's humour in converging our paths. It is cruel on all of us, a veritable lesson in tolerance."


Born in the fading embers of a raging war, a starving orphan at the frail age of twelve.
Shunned and scorned, wandering the mainland in search of a home.
Without talent or force, Yilaien gave herself up to fate and roamed its roads.
Divining the heaven's will and conveying its mandate to those who are lost,
A sibyl spread its wings and took flight across time, undaunted by hunger and cold.

Alas, those serving heaven are prone to its whims; curses and blessings all coming in pairs.
Her destiny's road was set to clash with death's own. Yilaien's gaze met its glacial decay.
Withering the light in her eyes - the frost messenger of nightmares rode on with its storm.
Dying in a chilled empty glade, she found herself bleeding amidst a soft lunar embrace.

Forsaken not yet by fate, she found in the dark what was absent in day.
Warmth, the comfort of a bed - and the trust and support of a wizened old sage.
Awoken to the arts primal and a new Dao way, the price for her sight seems fully repaid.
Breathing with vigor anew, discipline and righteous zeal were engraved in her veins.

As cherries blossomed and willows wept of old age - destiny's call tore her life in disarray.
Bells of doom rung nightmares in her dreams, calling the seer to her forlorn duties again.
Armed with a cane and a blurry figure shown gray, she set out to find the star of her fate.


Spoiler for - Character Story Archive:
Spoiler for Character Backstory:
War is cruel.

Mankind always seems to have set it as the default solution when things fail to work the way they envisioned it. Mankind is always at war. We wage wars against others for food. We wage wars even if we are not powerful enough, or perhaps because of it. We’ve been waging wars for so long that even fighting against violence has to become a war in of itself.

What – then – is the solution to this? Can there truly be a war to end all wars, or is such a solution beyond the grasp of even the most enlightened men? Are we to bow to the Outer Gods for a solution, or give up and do our utmost to sink the world into oblivion? What is the meaning of a magus’ pursuit of ascension if it still ends in just another war, if only on a greater scale? Does war give pleasure to those who win? Does that pleasure offset everything they’ve lost leading up to it? Are men merely cruel by nature, or is it the cruelty they were born in that makes them cruel? No matter one’s excellence, no matter how high one deems their “arete” – this question – old as the world itself – is destined to remain unanswered.

Yilaien was born in the flames of war, and it perhaps was written in her destiny for her to try and grasp the answer to this primordial wrong. Are swords cruel – or the men wielding them? What are swords wielded for, and will abandoning all swords save the world? This pursuit is endless. This answer is gnawing at the back of one’s mind – the possibilities endless but shallow all at once. If the answer does not exist – is enlightenment even real? Can you truly ascend? To qualify for this abstract pursuit - one must first have power. Might is what allows a mage to live past just another war, and then the next to come. Might is a birthright, one that must be groomed with vehement effort if one wishes to survive. After all – war is cruel.



In 1945, the Second Sino-Japanese war was nearing its end. The conflict was at its peak, and there seemed to be no resolution in sight. The flames of conflict burned ever so brightly across the mainland coast of China - with millions ravaged by the disaster brought upon by man’s cruelty. It is an inescapable theme, but it fails to convey reality as it happened. Humans are fickle beings, and so they ignore and move on. Unknown soldiers marching into your home, breaking what makes you human and drowning your hope for any resistance… Enemies trumping over you with power that you could never be able to sway -- what is it that gives them the right? What gave them the right to barge into the Miraluka home? Who gave them the prerogative to assault, rape and pillage? To leave a newly married woman with child then leave nary a day later? No God could be this cruel, and chaos is too abstract. As Yilaien pondered the suffering her mother had undergone, she came to terms with the notion that there is no order in this world. There are no laws other than the ones you make for yourself. Only your ego can dictate your path. Might is right. It gives you the justification you need, and so long as you do not stray from the path you’ve deemed ideal - enlightenment is near. There are a thousand roads to the Dao - all are true - but you can only follow yours.

Returning to the matter at hand, though – to the raped woman who wound up pregnant after a foreigner abused and tossed her aside – to the gloom frowns on her parents, and the vibrant rage burning in her husband’s eyes who had just returned from a war he had no calling in… Whom was she to blame for being discarded, shunned and chased away from a village that ostracized her? She might have blamed the Emperors, the officials, the village-folk or even her parents - but in truth she could only blame herself for being too weak.

Too weak to stand up for herself, and far too weak to nourish a newborn with no roof over her head - perhaps only through a miracle did she “survive”. Yes – survive, because a life like that is not living. Hunger driven, poverty stricken and homeless. The sea calling the advent of death in the form of a winter chill… she was desperate. As fate would have it, she did find some hope - if not for herself then for the innocent baby. She enrolled herself in a war of her own. Sacrificing the last shred of dignity - she was to become a slave of carnal desire - a courtesan. A sacrifice far too heavy to bear for most.

Yilaine’s mother was strong. At least that is how she will be remembered. The strongest woman Elaine has ever met. Stronger than any archmage, battleship pilot technocrat or sword wielding warrior. She managed to give her breath under the stifling cruelty of that war, and then persist for a dozen years more and see her become a lively teen. Mmm – that woman was not weak by any means. She should not blame herself - it is the world that ought to be judged for being too cruel. Elaine has power now, and thus she will make the world right. A sacrifice must not be wasted, her honor dictates so.

Let us rewind to a time when Elaine was not strong, though. A time when she was a scrawny child roaming the streets and swindling people with divination sticks. A time when she wandered from town to town, gasping at skybound mountains and abyss-deep ravines. Orphaned at the age of twelve, Elaine made do with what little she had. Naturally enthusiastic, she got along with people and integrated in any village or town she came across, but she always felt like she lacked something. It is this calling at the back of her head that drove her to roam the world. Still - nothing felt like home to her.

As the years passed - she came to learn many things - including a growing interest for divination arts. The first friend she’d ever made happened to be a diviner. A stargazer, a palmreader, and pretty much everything in between. In short - a lowly charlatan. It was good money, and so she figured she’d give it a spin. But, something didn’t quite feel right as she tossed the sticks. The bones felt shallow, and the dice meant nothing. Was it a lack of natural talent, or was everything wrong? Perhaps being one of the first few quirky obstacles she’d faced, she grew a greater interest in it - and sought to unravel the mysteries of divination.

As her obsessions grew - so did her talent. Before she knew it - she firmly believed in the weave she’d spun herself. She was infatuated with the mysteries held in the stars, and what a leaf floating in a cup of tea can tell one about a person. As she moved from town to town - making a local legend of herself as a fortune teller who speaks true - she came to realize that her life may have found an inkling of meaning.

There is a saying among old warlocks of shadows, that if you stare into the abyss long enough - it will stare back at you. Perhaps the same could be said for Fate also. As Elaine tugged at its strings in an attempt to unravel its mystery - perhaps her destiny was wrapped in its chaos also.
Perhaps it was just a coincidence - but no qualified diviner will admit to such absurd things.

The turning point happened on a moonlit night, in a clearing in the woods where she had taken rest after stumbling on an unfortunate wounded rabbit. This nightmare is something that will forever haunt her. The crackling of flames, trickles of oil sizzling with spicy aromas - and then the eerily quiet forest around her. The foreboding calling - the blood red sky crying for the next sunrise – and then the rhythmic echoes of the earth singing of danger.

Majestic hooves circled by scales of ice – weaving ghastly trails of withering death through a forest that was otherwise alive. She still remembers the moment she’d lifted her eyes and saw it. A single rider - on a single mount. No taller than three metres. It was no giant, yet it had left her petrified. A six hooved horse, armor crystalized of ice. Its rider - jagged bones soaring to impale the sky - and a crowned helmet of pale gray thorns. The low neigh - freezing the flames at her feet – and the thing she will remember most clearly – were his eyes.

A face gaunt yet solemn - eyes sunken beneath a dreadful mask of steel. A gray so common you could see it anywhere - yet within them laid hidden the demise of worlds many. As her eyes were cast into his own – Elaine witnessed it as clearly: a planet crust shattered apieces, flames dousing the skies and rains of meteor stars pouring in to ravage it to completion. A dead world. A future that awaits all life. The answer fate had in store for this world all along – elimination.

Alas - what use is it if one is not strong enough? As she doubted what she’d seen - the cost for her impudence was paid in full. The halfling who set her eyes on a God met his gaze. She heard his voice clearly, and though she knew not his words – it was apparent that a mere gesture would result in death. Perhaps it was a prayer at the back of her head, or her belief that her destiny does not end here - but the rider moved on before she knew it. As his horse galloped away - her eyes still reflected that final scene of doom, and it would be the last thing she’d ever witness.

As lava trickled from within the earth - so did blood stream across her eyes. The crust crumbled, and it is only then that the pain set in. She realized - the world was now void of light. Blood trickled unto her hands, and it dawned upon her that it isn’t the world that was destroyed - but her eyes. Shattered into pieces, she could only imagine the gruesome sight - but she could not see.



Perhaps another miracle of fate - a local herbalist had stumbled upon her in the morning. She was given basic treatment, but no one could support another life so easily back then. The blind child was thus brought to a temple in the mountains and thrust into destiny’s hands once more. It was here that she’d found warmth, a place she would make home for decades to come. Upon being questioned at the temple, she was not shunned for her tale. Their voices did not carry scorn, but concern and worry.

The Akashics observed Elaine as she underwent her tragedy, but unlike their expectations - she did not need their aid to rouse her spirits. Though her eyes were lost – she felt like the truth she witnessed was important enough to warrant such a sacrifice. At least she lived to speak of it, what fate truly had in store. For once, she felt like a true diviner. A seer of misfortune.

As she made minute and trivial efforts to pick herself up – she naturally came to befriend the temple attendants also. Through trickling conversation, she’d learned of their history and extended duties - and naturally came to open herself up to them. She could no longer roam the world as she used to, and as such she’d found warmth and comfort among them instead. Perhaps thanks to her Kinain heritage, or a subconscious effort on her part - she managed daily activities quite well and was functional within weeks.

Emboldened by her progress - she wanted to become a wanderer again. Though she could no longer see, perhaps spreading her tale would help the world and make it all better. When she spoke of her intent, the monk for some reason seemed very pleased. He praised her for her courage, but advised against it. At that night, they spoke in detail of the world - and through it Elaine came to know that the world is far larger than she knew, and the enemies who would rather stifle her truth far too numerous.

Understanding that her doomspeak would earn her more trouble than it is worth - she renounced herself to a life in the shrine. A few months later, a monk from the head temple came and took her away. Although reluctant, she trusted the monk and followed the ascetic up a mountain. The journey was grueling, but she stuck to it and finally made it to the home of the brotherhood.

The following dozen or so years could be summarised with a montage of training. As determined by the shrine monk, she had awoken as a weaver of reality - and her inner will was most impressive. The temple thus dedicated some resources to teach her earnestly. She had difficulties with it – of course. A blind person’s progress seemed ever so slow compared to her peers, but she never gave up - and her efforts did pay out. As decades passed - her magick crafts advanced also. It made her life easier, and in turn her training took a tipping point past turtle speed and into something more common. Though she could not read by herself, she had an easier time comprehending what others around here were doing. Combat was rough, though.
Being struck and beaten senseless because you could not predict a hit was a truly brutal experience. Time and time again, until she got a knack for it, and then beaten some more until she achieved excellence.

Though still impeded by her blindness - she can hone her other spatial senses and her mind’s eye to perceive the world around her. Her eyes were cursed, and even when healed would only burst violently again. She had no choice but to rely on everything else - to hone those tools better than everyone else - just to be on par - just to be enough.

Although she had made peace with her state of being and pushed past her disability - allowing her to advance her spirit to a greater state - Elaine grew too reliant on the temple. That home became the only world she knew - and she seldom ventured out. Her adventurous spirit died with her eyesight. She was a fully trained assassin, an unexpected weapon for the brotherhood that could strike as needed then disappear. She fought with her life on the line, but she was strangely at peace. Her life did not feel as meaningful, and she started to feel shallow and yearn for more - and perhaps in response to that - fate delivered.

It came as a dream - she saw herself venture beyond the mountains and the Ocean, venturing past dangers and obstacles of all kind. She experienced the thrill of sea storms and the vibrant flora of jungles, and her spirit was kindled anew. At last - her eyes were set upon a lone mountain by the Sea - the time-worn pine trees piercing the skies and the diverse creatures roaming in the town below. She saw but a mirrored ghost, a trace of a person unknown - yet it resonated within the depths of her soul. It was a calling, unlike anything she ever felt before. Loud and clear like the chimes of an unobstructed bell, it summoned her into the fog of destiny - she stepped forward - and then she awoke.

The dream came as a necessary awakening call to her - and she finally left the brotherhood home. Unwilling to remain idle in the mountains and let life slip by - she set on to her journey for a mountain unknown. Wandering past arid deserts, sky-blue lakes and black forests - she let herself be guided by fate. After an unknown amount of time, and countless struggles big and small - she finally saw it. A town of elder shapeshifters, Hsien Gods, demons and millenia old vampires. Though dreadful, risky and unnecessary - she trusted fate. She will wage this war, no matter how cruel - and thrust her blade in this dance of reckless death – because that person, the one destined for her - is here.
Spoiler for Seeking - Arete 3 to 4:
Drowning.

What a paradoxical experience.

The end result is a sublime experience, a serenity grant and the gateway to true peace of mind. Many who describe it speak of it in a similar vein. The paradox - then - stems from the struggle we undergo before we reach that treshold. We resist vehemently, clawing our way back to a life we often despise. The lull of the seabed is weak, but it is there and we are all conscious of the liberation found therein. So why resist?

Perhaps ironically, the waterbender found herself drowning as of late. It had all started recently, following her escapades with her new clique of Orphans and Tradition misfits. When sinking into meditation or asleep, she would often find herself in an endless Ocean, drowning. Once was a coincidence, twice - a sign of fate sending a signal... What about the fifth and sixth time she'd drowned? Finding neither a surface nor a bottom in the Ocean, her misery forced her to look within for an answer.

What was the issue? What was the new path arranged by destiny? Was she to set out another decade-long journey in search for some forsaken mountain, or was the answer found in abandonment of the self? Before she could mull over the thought too deeply - darkness consumed her anew. A stiffling presence pushed against her from all sides, pressuring her to lapse back into her primal instinct. Her hands turned like claws, a violent push on a hopeless journey to a surface that might not even exist.

Was the answer hope? Is that key? Most folks see a tunnel of light, just beyond their reach. As their consciousness fades, it serves as the last thing they see and yearn for.

What then - does a blind child see?
When neither side has light, you can only feel overwhelmed.
It is only natural to give up when when there is no light in sight.
Is that an excuse for defeat?

Never. When had she ever relied on something as misleading as light?

True enlightenment stems from within, and so she shall find the answers there. If her Bodhicitta, the Heart of Enlightenment throbs, then it means her temple of mind is no longer in balance.

What is that weighs her down in an endless abyss? As her mind ruminated over the past, present and insights from the future - she understood. Her choice was never as simple as that of a mortal. To accept the embrace of a serene death was never an option, and clinging to a tunnel of light or hope and clawing like a ravenous beast for the surface was not the right answer. The trap was never in the water, it was in her heart.

With renewed vigor, her breath serene and eyes still closed - she grasped the black stone weighing down her ankle and held it in both hands. Unwilling to struggle and swim, but also refusing to concede to death - she remained adrift, once more renouncing her fate to destiny's hand.

If her Might proved insufficient, she could only lament lack of time and blame herself for being a slave. Fighting against the Eidolons and their endless reach would be akin to a frenzying mortal staving off asphixiation through panic, yet she was never one too tame to simply give in - either. To that end, she will remain impassive to the workings of destiny. She will accept the shard weighing her, and their enemies barring on her from all sides. She refuses to break, but also refuses to bow wholly. In the end, until she has the strength to straighten her back with pride - she must accept her circumstances as they are.





As her feet sunk into the seabed, she forced her eyes open. A pale cyan glow marked her trail forward. Still carrying the shard in both hands, she trode onwards - the waters parting to her side with a mere thought. After what seemed like an eternity, she saw something other than the light she'd grown used to. It was a person. Silently, she joined a parallel path - moving the same way as Yilaien. Her new companion was someone Yilaien did not visually recognize. It was a short child, perhaps a girl in her mid-teens. Neither of them spoke a word as they carried on their journey. One walked with calculated, rhytmic steps - the latter with a brisk skip in her steps, the youthful innocent smile never leaving her face.

The shard got heavier in Yilaien's arms as they strode onwards. It took a while for her to acknowledge why. It wasn't exhaustion setting in, but rather their path leading deeper and deeper into the dark. It is also around this time she realized their paths were not parallel at all. Slowly but surely, they were bound to intersect one day.. and.. sure enough - one day their paths intersected. It was a brief collision. An instant. A single decision made, and their paths diverged again - yet as Elaine looked back - the child's smile was nowhere to be found.

A pale white dress, contrasting a forlorn expression and a mourning, bitter frown. She not longer walked briskly, for her legs were found absent - what's left of them hidden under a tear-drenched blanket.

Elaine froze.

The truth of the matter was apparent and simple. She caused this. Despite the Shard weighing down and pulling her to the bottom; despite being pushed on a path that was not her own choosing... that clash - the collision of their fate lines - was her undoing. As she sought to speak... to ask, or simply to apologize... water filled her mouth and her shard dropped. The membrane she erected to shelter herself from the Ocean cracked. The light was gone, the weight of the Ocean unbearably baring down on her again.

Was it the right choice?
Was it okay to just renounce the hopeless fight and sink to the bottom?
Was she to blame, or was some rock at fault? Is it their ignorance to blame, or their lack of power?

With these doubts in mind, she once more sunk to the bottom, and once more faced Elodie - the girl they'd crippled. She once more watched her destiny line, the child's growth. The joys she'd shared - and then the inevitable clash occured anew. Their fate lines... that explosion... it was set in stone. There were no do-overs... That child was destined to be ruined at her hands. It was a cruel enlightenment. The consequences of her actions shown so clearly in the dark... and it was only the beginning.

There was no use in shedding tears. No use in half-hearted apologies. She was an Akashayana and part of the Li-Hai. No excuse could excuse that. She understood, that what was done would no longer be undone. What mattered was how she would make amends in the future. Despite having her hands worn out by the shard, she would have to do better - to be better.

It is not a question of morality, of course... far be it for her to speak of ethics and virtues when she was a killer since her teens... It's just that this stain of primal guilt would never be washed, even if the Ocean she found herself in were to dry - the paths she walked on would remain a constant reminder of what she did.

Unable to speak, Elaine could only sigh in her heart and solemnly accept this guilt. Her back finally bending, she bent her head in a deep bow before the girl. As lone tears melded with the Ocean around her, her sight was cleared. She now saw vividly what was once hidden in the layers of darkness. Hundreds of paths - intersecting with hers and coming to a stop.

Each line - a destiny that came to an end upon meeting hers. How many were there? Five hundred? A thousand? Maybe more... How many more would there have to be in the future? How many intersections and tears would have to be shed?

Then again... could she avoid them? In this maze spun by fate - could she really choose her own path? As she studied each line in question - it dawned on her that not every path was cut short. Some were re-aligned and treading onwards into the light. Despite not seeing their faces, nor knowing where they're headed - a smile of relief washed away her tears..

.. and she kept walking.



Her path eventually lead to the surface, cut off by an endless desert stretched over the horizon.
She no longer knew where to walk, so a random path was taken. Dune by dune, obstacle by obstacle - her trail lead her deeper into the realm devoid of all life. Only the stars above flickered from time to time, showing their workings to a mortal otherwise blind to their mysteries.

Patience was not something she lacked, so against all odds she ventured forth into the unknown. Despite the grueling journey, there was no danger to speak of. The stars still spoke their tales with soft shimmers, and the moon rose and fell in endless cycles.

It took her what seemed like months to unravel their song, the humming of distant stars thus becoming her guide in this vacant void. As she sunk into the rhytm of their echoing tune, she finally found someone.


Sat cross-legged and unmoving, a relic of times bygone. Was it a sculpture or a man? and what of the structure underneath him? As she puzzled over the meaning - the entity stood. Its eyes were void, a mere reflection of the distant stars that have long since blinked out of existence.

There was a moment of hesitation, in which they faced each other. As though dubious children unaware of each other's intent, they faced each other from a distance. A moment later, all doubt faded away and they clashed.

It was miserable.
She never stood a chance.
The fight ended before it had even begun.
Even so, her life was spared. She was merely cast off its ground.

Finding herself puzzling over the battle, she remained rooted in place at the edge, before venturing inside again. Mere moments later, she was cast out again in defeat. Time and time again, she would wander into the arena, only to be defeated. Thinking this could not go on further, she slouched at the edge and sunk into meditation. Her body was already the peak of what it could sustain, and there were few problems with her techniques also. Seeking to unearth the problem leading to her constant losses, she had no choice but to explore it blow by blow. Each painful fist a lesson. Each kick - a correction. Each collision an exam that put her past experiences on trial.

It wasn't a mindless brawl, nor was she lapsing into masochism. No... it was enlightening. With each fight, she would last just a moment longer, or sometimes she would fall within the first few seconds. Gradually, a pattern was laid bare. An exposition she missed from the start. The intricacies of her opponent's moves were laid out long before the fight had even begun... it was written in the weavings of the tellurian, an imprint she saw reflected in the stars.

Yet even so - she was defeated.
Her physical prowess had limits.
Her body reached a bottleneck.

Suffering defeat despite understanding the flickering gaze of the enemy; enduring humiliation despite listening to the whimper of stars... she finally understood what her fault was.

As a martial artist, she had always sought to cultivate internal prowess and unearth the treasury of the human body. Now that it had been all but exhausted, she could climb no further. Her focus was internal - a limitation she should not have set. Yet, stripping herself of her rooted beliefs and tapping into the world's energies as a whole is a process few can get right. Had it been merely a question of belief or will, perhaps she would not have struggled so. Rather, it was question of understanding the inner workings of the very universe, then harnessing its power. To her, this was something short of a second awakening.

Yilaien - for so long blinded and inhibited by her internal focus - failed to see the true face of the cosmos. The patterns were laid bare, and all she had to do was open her eyes and reach out. With steady hands, she undid her blindfold and walked into the arena again.

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Re: The Wandering Sibyl | Elaine
« Reply #1 on: January 11, 2022, 06:09:05 AM »
Sierra Leone cover image :o

Gj mang
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« Reply #2 on: January 11, 2022, 06:32:25 AM »
cool stuff, epic concept

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« Reply #3 on: January 11, 2022, 11:18:42 AM »
Levi's future will be good, it has to be...  :'(

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« Reply #4 on: January 11, 2022, 11:50:07 AM »
when blinds night out????
What will be, will be

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« Reply #5 on: January 11, 2022, 11:50:35 AM »
i like

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« Reply #6 on: January 11, 2022, 14:24:13 PM »
This is very nice... I expect to see Apollyon there ans hopefully Jacob too

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« Reply #7 on: January 11, 2022, 14:53:26 PM »
accurate but you spell arend wrong 3/10

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« Reply #8 on: January 11, 2022, 15:00:52 PM »
lee sin style

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Re: The Wandering Sibyl | Elaine
« Reply #9 on: January 11, 2022, 15:21:56 PM »
Sierra Leone cover image :o

Gj mang
Huh, what's that? so far West Africa and a football player popped and I don't think I did either xd

accurate but you spell arend wrong 3/10
I asked you twice to spell it out for me in vc i think it's entirely your fault for being incomprehensive

when blinds night out????
I have employed Mind sphere to increase my intelligence, rolled Enigmas and Fortune Telling combined, and to this day your comment's meaning eludes me.

cool stuff, epic concept
Hands off lesbo, this one is a straight woman with morals >:c
Thanks tho :3

lee sin style
fuck its been compared with a league of legends character
i quit

This is very nice... I expect to see Apollyon there ans hopefully Jacob too
soonTM


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Re: The Wandering Sibyl | Elaine
« Reply #10 on: January 11, 2022, 15:37:07 PM »
Sierra Leone cover image :o

Gj mang
Huh, what's that? so far West Africa and a football player popped and I don't think I did either xd

accurate but you spell arend wrong 3/10
I asked you twice to spell it out for me in vc i think it's entirely your fault for being incomprehensive

when blinds night out????
I have employed Mind sphere to increase my intelligence, rolled Enigmas and Fortune Telling combined, and to this day your comment's meaning eludes me.

cool stuff, epic concept
Hands off lesbo, this one is a straight woman with morals >:c
Thanks tho :3

lee sin style
fuck its been compared with a league of legends character
i quit

This is very nice... I expect to see Apollyon there ans hopefully Jacob too
soonTM

i sent it to you in dms
and because of this, Emiel is revoked.

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Re: The Wandering Sibyl | Elaine
« Reply #11 on: January 11, 2022, 16:34:37 PM »
Sierra Leone cover image :o

Gj mang
Huh, what's that? so far West Africa and a football player popped and I don't think I did either xd

accurate but you spell arend wrong 3/10
I asked you twice to spell it out for me in vc i think it's entirely your fault for being incomprehensive

when blinds night out????
I have employed Mind sphere to increase my intelligence, rolled Enigmas and Fortune Telling combined, and to this day your comment's meaning eludes me.

cool stuff, epic concept
Hands off lesbo, this one is a straight woman with morals >:c
Thanks tho :3

lee sin style
fuck its been compared with a league of legends character
i quit

This is very nice... I expect to see Apollyon there ans hopefully Jacob too
soonTM

apologies for using such hard words raven 😫😫 im inviting you for a talk
What will be, will be

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Re: The Wandering Sibyl | Elaine
« Reply #12 on: January 11, 2022, 16:40:48 PM »
a talk? hmph.
I will not be swayed by honeyed words and fall into a trap. I already declared a CK war against you and I will see it to the end. Only one snowflake blind mage will live.

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Re: The Wandering Sibyl | Elaine
« Reply #13 on: January 11, 2022, 23:21:39 PM »
But why so badass?

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Re: The Wandering Sibyl | Elaine
« Reply #14 on: January 12, 2022, 01:20:18 AM »
its vwh cant have it any other wae