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August 15 - Day 5 Mistake / Wild
Fiorenze landed hard enough on her back that it knocked the wind out of her and popped a couple vertebrae. She heard the rush of magic from Yserina’s shifting more than she saw it with her own eyes — it was easier to stare at the spiraling branches of Amirdrassil above and let the world stop spinning a bit first.
“Your form is off today. What could you have done better there?” The kaldorei’s tone was a little harsh, and in an instant the much taller woman was looming over her, blotting out the moonlight.
Fiorenze wheezed out a pained, “Bear.”
A clawed finger crooked slowly upwards, growing roots and leaves rapidly enough to push the sin’dorei trainee back to her feet before they wilted away and turned to mulch equally as fast. As effective as it was, it always made Fiorenze’s skin crawl a little to feel the plants grow and creak beneath her. Yserina’s ancient features gleamed in the White Lady’s light as she gave a short, affirming chuckle, “Yes, you could have become a bear. Or summoned a typhoon to knock me back. Called down a sunbeam, even, to sear me out of my casting—”
“Yes, I know, I need to think faster on my feet,” it was hard not to be sharp with how her head throbbed, causing her long ears to slant back.
Her teacher hummed a slightly displeased note, “No need to be short with me, girl. That’s enough for today. Come, make me some tea, we’ll talk.”
There was an undeniable comfort in the hollowed out tree that Yserina had made her home. A small fire bloomed in the hearth, heating up the well worn teapot that had become a fast friend. Yserina had pulled out an ornate, slender pipe with some immediacy and packed a mix of peacebloom and dreamfoil down into the bowl, “Have you made progress on your staff, yet?”
Fiorenze slumped down into a chair that had become overgrown with moss since the last time she’d visited, “Yes, some. There’s a tree I grew up with that I think will grant me permission, it’s on the edge of the necrotic scar that cuts through Quel’thalas. Some of it has corrupted, but the heartwood still seems hale.”
“A guardian tree!” Yserina’s eyes lit up with approval as she waved a hand over her pipe to help the embers inside catch a little faster, “Wonderful choice. You will be stronger for it. That’s not enough to distract you so terribly, though, hm?”
She dropped her head to rest against the top of the chair’s back, staring up to count the rings that wound from the center of the ceiling out toward the tree’s outer walls, “No, it’s not.” Fiorenze laced her fingers together to prevent herself from fidgeting too much; Yserina wasn’t one who liked to guess and it was best to simply be out with it. She chewed on the inside of her cheek for a moment before finishing her thought, “My late husband’s sister, the one who requested the estate back from me and the titles that went with it — Lady Tel’vaiel, now. My old name — wants me to run it for her so she can … effectively be Lady in name only. It’s too much, apparently. The tenants miss my governance and the Town Council is wildly in favor. She’s too flighty to work with, apparently. None of the other nobles really want to deal with her because acknowledging her right means they’d have to acknowledge their own bastards…”
“Ah, she looked the gift nightsaber in the mouth, did she?” Yserina’s quiet, amused laugh rumbled like slow thunder, “How tempting to be offered something you’ve excelled at your entire life. Born and raised for.”
“I don’t want it,” her own voice carried a vehemence that surprised her, “that’s what’s bothering me. I should, shouldn’t I? It was my home for nearly 70 years. This last year without it has been so… free. The time has been mine, and mine alone. Giving that up is impossible.”
Yserina clucked her tongue, “You tasted what it’s like outside of captivity. No more gilded cages for you, my dear. What will you do about it, then?”
The answer had always been there, the same one she had been taught to direct toward the service of her long family line. Now it was hers to do with as she saw fit. “Take what I want.”
@daily-writing-challenge
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February 22 - Day 4 Influence/Distant
Going with this storyline: Prologue -> Here Fio Day 1 -> Here Xylaes Day 1 -> Here Pyraelia Day 2 -> Here Taric Day 3 -> Here Lynesse Day 3 -> Here
Vyarha had written her a letter and sent a small box of pomegranate meringues all the way from Quel’thalas — same as she’d done almost every week since they had reconnected in the summer.
They’d been her favorite sweet as a child, and something that was easy enough for the kitchen staff to make way too many of. Being remembered in that way had been really touching and made her feel a little less alone in the wake of learning what had happened with the Estate.
This week’s letter had her stuck in a loop.
“Something has happened to the Lady. Miss Zerine has kept a tight lid on it all but one of the cleaning staff has seen Lady Sunmote, the Estate doctor, and the Lady’s gentleman caller around, but no one has been allowed into her rooms to tidy.
What will you do if she is no longer here?”
It felt like a trap, in a way. Was it still treason to speak about the death of a noble? Surely not after the siege. Would Vyarha hand her letter over to the Lady if everything wound up fine and she said anything too hopeful about the alternative? Surely not if she’d been sending her sweets for months.
She ate another meringue and chewed it over.
What would she do?
It wasn’t like she could rock back up and claim it as her own; sure she was Iliphar Tel’vaiel’s daughter, technically the true heir to the actual Estate after the death of her half-brother. But she wasn’t noble herself, and she was a Quel’dorei to boot. If she died, it would probably be possible to sue for some of the Estate’s treasures that would be rightfully hers as Iliphar’s last blood relative.
But that was going to be complicated, and if there was one thing Shei hated it was complicated things.
Her nose wrinkled and she smooshed one of the light pink puffs into a gooey smear between her fingers. She certainly didn’t want to be Lady herself. Should anyone be? Would Vyarha be mad if she got rid of the thing that paid her bills?
She huffed and set the letter down before licking the sticky, candy fluff off her skin. She wasn’t someone who should ever have that kind of influence.
It wasn’t a good time to reply, especially not to that question. Instead she picked up her comm and scrolled through to shoot an offer off to someone easier to have on the mind.
“I’m avoiding something and need to have some fun, you down?”
@daily-writing-challenge / @fio-renze @garrennorassin
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Meet The Crew!
Talonoa Dal'shula - @talonoa
Naralinthe Emberdawn - @themadamelioness
Inistellan Volanthus - @inistellan
Xylaes Qin'oril - @xylaes
Fiorenze Sunmote - @fio-renze
Tinnaire Ush'iel - @kharrisdawndancer
Andelynna Daystar - @andelynna
Dicenne Amberlight - @dicenne
Kaisina Sunblade - @kaisinasunblade
Nahilvi Summerhold - @nahisummerhold
Sheizara Tel'vaiel - @sheizara Garren Norassin - @garrennorassin
*Plus various NPC's that may work their way into stories!* **To find stories by specific individuals, it will be tagged by their full first name!**
CURRENT LOCATION:
The crew has moved back to their first location in Dornogal and the members are allowed to take leave to visit family/friends and just generally relax for a while. A couple 'missing' members have been reunited after escaping their captives in The City of Threads, rejoice!
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February DWC Day 6 - Devoted, Trauma
Storyline Progression: Prologue -> Here Fio Day 1 -> Here Xylaes Day 1 -> Here Pyraelia Day 2 -> Here Taric Day 3 -> Here Lynesse Day 3 -> Here Sheizara Day 4 -> Here Red Day 5 -> Here Fiorenze Day 5 -> Here
There wasn’t much that he could do to help Fiorenze through her ‘predicament’. His new magic was still largely unpredictable, he had no healing abilities, and he definitely had no clue what to do when it came to dealing with moving souls from one thing or body to another. Thankfully, the rest of those involved seemed to have it covered, or at least knew experts that were able to help.
So instead, he devoted himself to keeping her company during those quiet hours while she was still stuck within the mirror. He could tell she was frightened and didn’t want to be left alone. Who could blame her? There was nothing in there, just an empty void and her own intrusive thoughts.
He did his best to remain positive and keep calm; him not panicking and letting her know that they all had everything under control seemed to put her at ease. It wasn’t the entire truth, he had no idea if Red and Taric could get the invasive soul out of her body, nor did he know if Pyraelia could get her soul out of this mirror and back into her body. There were a lot of ‘what ifs’ involved, but everyone seemed to know what they were doing. He cared deeply for her, so it didn’t stop him from worrying.
He never pressed her too hard for information, there was no sense in making her more uncomfortable when there was a chance that she may be stuck in the mirror for a long time, or possibly forever. Plus, he was pretty certain that everything she was telling herself was much worse than anything he could have ever said to her regarding this entire situation. In some of the darker hours, she did mention that she was trying to help her house, and that the idea of dying after being in the Shadowlands scared her. Understandable to an extent, but not great reasoning. There was much more to it, a lot she was leaving out that he would probably hear at some point. Maybe.
In the end everything went about as well as it could have gone while he poker-faced his way through the entire ordeal. Yet, his worry still remained, mostly because he realized what the trauma would likely do to her. She was a proud woman and this was a massive blow to the ego...but it also wasn’t his mess to clean up. She did this to herself, she should have known better. Plus, he could feel his own anger and disappointment finally reaching a stage where he realized he needed to go.
When she was finally awake, he smiled and gave her a kiss on the forehead and told her that he was glad she was safe now. Then, he left. He didn’t tell her he was leaving; he did mention that he was returning to the Isles to Pyraelia in passing, but that was it. This next part she could deal with alone.
@fio-renze @pyraelia @tristennedarkmorn @taricdarkmorn @daily-writing-challenge
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February DWC Day 5 - Ambition
TW: Blood, suggested suffocation
Going with this storyline: Prologue -> Here Fio Day 1 -> Here Xylaes Day 1 -> Here Pyraelia Day 2 -> Here Taric Day 3 -> Here Lynesse Day 3 -> Here Sheizara Day 4 -> Here
“Welp. The ambition was there. Execution was shit.” Red could appreciate a good attempt at a power grab, but even he knew that fucking with cursed objects would probably end in tears, and possibly death. He had encountered plenty of questionable artifacts in his travels aboard the Lady Lillium, and it was almost always the upper class that were the most interested in taking them off their hands. Needless to say, this was not his first rodeo.
Taric stared at the sedated woman in confusion, canting his head to one side. “Strange…”
“Hmmm?” Red set down his pack near the foot of the bed, glancing over towards the younger man.
“Part of her is still here…” Taric stepped closer and grabbed ‘Fiorenze’s’ wrist, lifting it as he studied the ring she wore. He ran a thumb along the leaf-shaped emeralds, pausing on one of the stones in particular. “In here.”
“Soulstone?” He shook his head and rolled his eyes with a smirk. Of course.
“Yep. So what are you thinking?” Taric draped her hand back atop the bed and stepped away, letting Red do his thing.
This was definitely the older man’s area of expertise and the reason why Taric had wanted to bring him along in the first place. Drawing souls out of bodies was a dangerous process, especially if the soul was unwilling to leave. The trick was fooling them into thinking they had somewhere better to go.
Red moved in towards the bed, grabbing Fio’s hand to study the ring. “Well. Easier than I thought this would be, to be honest. She’s got the perfect vessel right here.” He wiggled the gold ring right off her finger, holding it up to the light to study it a little better. “We just need to make it a little more inhabitable, while making her actual body intolerable to remain within.”
With that comment, Red removed a switchblade from his boot and snapped it open. He pushed up her sleeve before dragging the sharp edge along the inside of her forearm until red beads began to bloom from the shallow incision. Blood, above all else, was always one of the strongest reagents that could be used as a lure of sorts. The invading soul was currently blind and probably still a bit lost living within this body; she was still ‘fresh’ and unaccustomed to this new space, so coaxing her out shouldn’t be too difficult. He hoped.
The ring was pressed face down into the blood until the stones were thoroughly coated, then the sleeve was shoved back down. Someone could dress that later, not his problem. “Alright…” He looked over at Taric. “I need you to take that pillow and press it down over her face.”
“...Excuse me?” Taric wanted to help, but he sure as hell didn’t think it would involve smothering a noblewoman.
“Like I said, we need to make the body intolerable to remain within. If the body feels like it’s dying, the soul will look for somewhere safe to go.” He wiggled the little ring between forefinger and thumb. “I don’t want you to actually — no you know what…here, you hold this and I’ll do that.” He’s also pretty sure there were a few other inhabitants within the house that would skin them alive if she actually died, so it was better for him to do the dirty work. Just in case. Plus, it was just a little breath play, right? He was well versed in that. “Just press it stone down against her chest.” With a little adjustment, he shifted her robes down just enough to bare some skin in the vicinity above her heart.
“...Okay…” Uncertainty touched Taric’s voice, but he trusted Red’s ways. Maybe the methods seemed a touch barbaric, but coaxing out a soul was much easier on the host’s body than having to rip it from them. With Taric pressing the ring to Fio’s chest and Red now holding a hand over her mouth while pinching her nose shut, this would be quite the scandalous scene should anyone enter. Thankfully the door was shut and bolted. No one else needed to know what happened in that room.
@taricdarkmorn @fio-renze @daily-writing-challenge
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Negative Traits
BOLD ➝ always / usually applies ITALIC ➝ only applies situationally / sometimes .
absent-minded | abusive | addict | adrenaline junkie | aggressive | aimless | alcoholic | anxious | arrogant | audacious | bad liar | big mouth | bigot | blindly loyal | blunt | callous | childish | chronic heroism | cheater | clingy | clumsy | cocky | codependent | competitive | corrupt | cowardly | cruel | cynical | delinquent | delusional | dependent | depressed | deranged | disloyal | ditzy | egotistical | envious | erratic | fickle | finicky | fixated | flaky | frail | fraudulent | foul mouthed | guilt complex | gloomy | gluttonous | gossiper | gruff | grudge holding | gullible | hedonistic | humourless | hypochondriac | hypocritical | idealist | idiotic | ignorant | immature | impatient | incompetent | indecisive | indifferent | insecure | insensitive | judgemental | klutz | lazy | lewd | liar | manipulative | masochistic | meddlesome | meek | melodramatic | money-loving | moody | naive | nervous | nosy | obsessed | ornery | overprotective | overly sensitive | paranoid | passive-aggressive | perfectionist | pessimist | petty | power-hungry | proud | possessive | pushover | rebellious | reckless | reclusive | remorseless | rigorous | sadistic | sarcastic | senile | selfish | self destructive | shallow | smart-ass | sociopathic | sore loser | spineless | spiteful | spoiled | stubborn | suspicious | suicidal | tactless | temperamental | timid | thief | tone-deaf | traitorous | ungracious | unlucky | unsophisticated | untrustworthy | vain | withdrawn | workaholic |
Thanks for the tag, @hazriel, @fel-temptation!
Tagging: @simplysoriya, @aldoreth, @hollowed-hound, @torbeen, @sheizara, @doctor-isalea-corwin
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[Sweet(Sinful?) Sunday]: "Thanks for helping me stress test my furniture. You have a very thorough scientific method and your ideas are thrilling." ~ Sheizara
"Hey, anytime! I had an excellent time helping you out, and I love me some science in action! Thanks for the spa treatment for the day after, it was MUCH needed after all that stress testing."
thanks @sheizara
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February DWC 2023 Master List
Day 1 - February 19 Love is in the Air / Weakness FIORENZE
Day 2 - February 20 Opportunity / Eternity PYRAELIA
Day 3 - February 21 Velvet / Consequence LYNESSE
Day 4 - February 22 Influence / Distant SHEIZARA
Day 5 - February 23 Ambition / Relentless FIORENZE
Day 6 - February 24 Devoted / Trauma FIORENZE
Day 7 - February 25 Event / Recovery LYNESSE
Most of my stories this time around were part of one shared storyline, if you'd like to read everything in order with additional stories by other DWC writers, you can find everything in chronological order here!
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Send me “💭” for my muse to blurt out a thought they’ve had about yours ~ Sheizara
"Has she partied with Ryland yet? They seem like a good fit. She should party with me too. Maybe we should all just have one massive fuckin party....I'm gonna schedule that."
ty @saltsparkle
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Send me “💭” for my muse to blurt out a thought they’ve had about yours ~ Sheizara
"I feel like marriage is probably not for you, perhaps you should stop trying to go that route?"
@sheizara
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Does she know about Sheizara?
She does! Fiorenze told her about Shei shortly after they'd formally met post-masquerade.
Mostly Py just feels bad for Shei. Her whole family got kicked out because Fio married Halandir and he wanted to hide his dad's shady past? Awful.
She deserves some kind of justice for that.
Thanks @theconstructsworld!
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“Ma’am. Ms. Silverbell is here to see you.”
Ah.
Fiorenze frowned and ran a hand through her bi-colored hair, “Did she say why?”
Keranna tossed her a prim smirk from the doorway, “Not particularly, though one can guess.”
Ah.
“Would it be prudent to send her away? I can’t say I’m keen on receiving guests, Ker.” That was certainly the truth.
“Ma’am, if I may be frank,” her head of House didn’t wait for her permission to be so and continued on, “If you were looking for an opportunity to gain control of your personal direction, this is it.”
Fiorenze screwed her eyes shut in a tight grimace before nodding. This was a way out of waiting for the other shoe to drop, and could force some hands along the way. “Stall her for a moment or two while I dress, will you? I’ll receive her in Mother’s study shortly.”
‘A moment or two’ certainly became a drawn out ‘bit too long’. Choosing the right chemise, robe and elegant over-robe was important, and the cream, sunrise orange and daffodil yellow ensemble settled more in the Sunmote range of colors than they did the Tel’vaiel. Keranna had taught her how to roll her hair into a soft chignon, pierced through and held fast with an orchid hair pin carved from bone and sharp enough to do some real damage in skilled hands.
The last bit was her illusion; a delicate magical facade that covered over her pallor and slightly hollow cheeks in favor of the bright, warm her from months ago. That was the right person to have this meeting, not the declining failure.
Sheizara stood up immediately when the current Lady Tel’vaiel finally entered the room, but didn’t bow, and had a seat again once the Lady had sat herself. “Thank you for seeing me on such short notice, my friend Garren has been encouraging me to talk to you and I was in the neighborhood…”
Fiorenze managed to maintain a neutral expression through that bit of new information, “Of course. Talk to me about what?”
The other woman looked back at her a little wide-eyed, clearly terrified to a small degree, “...Ah. I’d um. Well. I— and I mean no disrespect to you or your marriage to my late half-brother, but —I believe that I have a claim to the Tel’vaiel estate and its wealth and I would like that. Not the titles, so much, but—”
It really had only been a matter of time. Fiorenze felt her blood pounding in her ears as her stomach dropped, “I see.”
This was it, wasn’t it? A moment to take some control and be decisive.
“I believe you are correct, Miss Silverbell. My, that is to say, the Estate lawyers will be made available to you. This could potentially be a fairly long, drawn out process but my head of House has already spent some time cataloging what on the Estate came from the Sunmotes’ ledgers and what originally belonged to your family. I do hope that, and my cooperation to formally withdraw from those titles in your favor as a direct blood relation to the former Lord, will speed things along.”
Sheizara stared for a moment, gobsmacked, mouth opening and closing a bit like a struggling fish before she nodded awkwardly, “I’ll admit I didn’t— I mean— Thank you? That’s very—”
“Generous, yes,” Fiorenze cut her sister-in-law off before she could stumble her way through her statement further, “but from here on you’ll need to work through the lawyers and not me, especially with your status as a Quel’dorei national of Stormwind City.”
“Oh. That makes sense, I guess. Do you wanna like… get dinner or drinks or something sometime? As, I dunno, weird family?” Shei’s earnestness in the offer was palpable.
Fiorenze’s eyebrows shot up a bit before she smiled placidly, “Mm, I’ll have to think on it. But I do have other appointments today, so I hope you’ll forgive me for ducking out. Keranna will put you in touch with your legal team and answer any other questions you may have.”
She stood and swept out of the room before Sheizara could really say anything else and hurried back to her personal rooms with shaking hands and a racing heart.
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Part I
It was the graves that did it.
Her father Lord Iliphal Tel’vaiel, his wife Sylmae. Her half-brother Halandir, his two children. The Lord Finniall and Lady Cosima Sunmote.
“And it’s trespassing for Lady Fiorenze or her sister to visit, now?”
Keranna nodded, idly cupping a long dead, dried rose bloom on one of the border hedges in her palm.
Was she, Sheizara, the asshole here? “Did you bring me here first on purpose?”
Keranna simply smiled, “I thought you might like to air your grievances to the family who wronged you; was that a mistaken assumption? Come now, I’ll show you around inside — though I suppose you’re already familiar with a lot of it.”
She was. All the secret passage ways that the servants took to get from room to room, the best staircases, a perfect spot to sit on the roof to see down the valley into the little town of Glimmerglen that was full of the estate’s tenants.
Her tenants.
“You’ll need to hire staff again to keep the house up, if you move here and want to keep the house up. Fiorenze listened to petitions on the second and fourth Tuesdays of the month. I suspect many people will be eager to hear how you intend to remedy the steep tax that the Kingdom has levied on their glasswares and livestock for over a year,” Keranna’s tone was no nonsense.
She’d never seen her father or Halandir do anything like that. Her mouth went a little dry, “How did Lady Fiorenze manage to convince the Kingdom to reduce their taxes?”
“Connections, mostly, and a position in the Magistry that gave her access to lobby the government directly once the Regency settled in; She would know the exact details, I mostly stayed out of it and just made sure that the estate’s portions were paid on time,” her guide looked out one of the intricately paned windows out toward the garden again, as if to make a subtle point.
“What were the children’s names? My… uh…” there was a word, wasn’t there? “Niblings?”
“Sylmae and Finn.”
Sheizara pressed her thumb and forefinger into her eyes and pressed deep enough to see spots. The title and responsibility that came with it were clearly inseparable. She’d just wanted to be rich, to claim something that had been denied her by a half-brother that had cast her out and attempted to erase her entire existence. Spite and ignorance had blinded her to the realities.
Or had they?
“Was I told about them?”
The elegant arch of Keranna’s eyebrow wasn’t enough of a warning for the deep disappointment and outright scorn in her tone, “All of the graves were listed in section 13 subsection b in the estate paperwork that you and your legal counsel were provided as part of the proceedings.”
She might be the asshole, here.
“Right. You’re a professional, what do you think I should do?” It was a cowardly question, Shei knew, but she hadn’t been prepared for how much this was all going to be.
“You wanted so badly to be the Lady Tel’vaiel, so be the Lady Tel’vaiel. Invite Fiorenze — not Lady, even though it’s still appropriate to call her such as she was granted the title of Lady Sunmote, she considers it to be an insult — to visit her garden and the graves of her family whenever she pleases, and fix what you have left to lay fallow for well over a year.”
Well, shit.
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For @fio-renze, @pyraelia or @sheizara today!
TMI Tuesday!
Ask my characters anything, no matter how invasive! Ask for advice on any matter! Confess anything to them! Nothing is off-limits on TMI Tuesday! Practice good question karma! Send an ask to the person you reblog this from!
Anon in ON!
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What's the juiciest piece of gossip she's heard lately?
Her sister-in-law Sheizara is having a pretty terrible time with the Estate she inherited and moved all the way up to Quel'thalas to reclaim.
To the extent that she wants to hire Keranna Zerine to help her manage it, but that's really tricky because Keranna manged the Estate for Fiorenze, and she doesn't want to seem like she's trying to poach someone that's worked for Fiorenze for her entire life.
Kind of a mess.
Thanks @turning-through-the-never!
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Beyond the Spellglass
Storyline Progression:
Fiorenze | September 22, 2021: Accomblish/Macabre Fiorenze | October 3, 2021: Memory/Chase Fiorenze | October 13, 2021: Immortal Fiorenze | Welcome, Theirastra Fiorenze | November 20, 2022: Neglect Fiorenze | November 23, 2022: Forest/Mortality Fiorenze | February DWC Prologue Fiorenze | February 19, 2023: Love is in the Air/Weakness Xylaes | February 19, 2023: Love is in the Air/Weakness Pyraelia | February 20, 2023: Opportunity/Eternity Taric | February 21, 2023: Consequence Lynesse | February 21, 2023: Velvet/Consequence Sheizara | February 22, 2023: Influence/Distant Red | February 23, 2023: Ambition Fiorenze | February 23, 2023: Ambition/Relentless Xylaes | February 24, 2023: Devoted/Trauma Fiorenze | February 24, 2023: Devoted/Trauma
Big thanks to @xylaes, @tristennedarkmorn and @taricdarkmorn for hopping in and doing some collaborative writing with me! @pyraelia, @gloamingdawn and @sheizara are all alts that belong to me.
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