ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
𝖶𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖤 𝖢𝖱𝖮𝖶𝖲 𝖥𝖤𝖠𝖲𝖳... ❦

              𝑶𝑵 𝑺𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑫𝑶𝑾𝑺 𝑰𝑵𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑻,
             𝑬𝑹𝒀𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑹—𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐺𝐸𝑁𝑇𝐿𝐸 𝐾𝐸𝐸𝑃𝐸𝑅𝑆.

Realm Sank Beneath An Age Of Shadows, Where Lies Wore Crowns And Arrogance Passed For Virtue. Justice Has Become A Relic Of The Past, Buried Beneath Layers Of Corruption And Despair.

              (SHADOW. CROW. SAINT)
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
(Those Who Guard Laughter And Memories, Holding Stories That Time Itself Respects, 1996.)

The Forgotten Brilliance Of Elder Magic Drifted Quietly Into The Realm Of Mortals, Birthing A Power So Scarce That None Could Easily Stand Against It. The Darkness Did Not Take My Name. It Taugh Me How To Wear It.

                   THE CROWS TAUGHT
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤME TO SURVIVE.

Crows Whispered Of Destiny, Grief, And Debts Yet Unpaid, A Name Endured In Silence, Cherished Like A Saint’s Prayer And Hidden From Every Tongue Too Fearful To Speak It Into The Waiting Dark. Where Shadows Gather And Saints Fall Silent, The Crow Remains A Harbinger Of Fate, Carrying Secrets The Heavens Dare Not Keep.


                                    STURMHOND,
                                  Adrea Eryndor.
            ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
𝖶𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖤 𝖢𝖱𝖮𝖶𝖲 𝖥𝖤𝖠𝖲𝖳... ❦

              𝑶𝑵 𝑺𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑫𝑶𝑾𝑺 𝑰𝑵𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑻,
             𝑬𝑹𝒀𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑹—𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐺𝐸𝑁𝑇𝐿𝐸 𝐾𝐸𝐸𝑃𝐸𝑅𝑆.

Realm Sank Beneath An Age Of Shadows, Where Lies Wore Crowns And Arrogance Passed For Virtue. Justice Has Become A Relic Of The Past, Buried Beneath Layers Of Corruption And Despair.

              (SHADOW. CROW. SAINT)
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
(Those Who Guard Laughter And Memories, Holding Stories That Time Itself Respects, 1997.)

The Forgotten Brilliance Of Elder Magic Drifted Quietly Into The Realm Of Mortals, Birthing A Power So Scarce That None Could Easily Stand Against It. The Darkness Did Not Take My Name. It Taugh Me How To Wear It.

                   THE CROWS TAUGHT
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤME TO SURVIVE.

Crows Whispered Of Destiny, Grief, And Debts Yet Unpaid, A Name Endured In Silence, Cherished Like A Saint’s Prayer And Hidden From Every Tongue Too Fearful To Speak It Into The Waiting Dark. Where Shadows Gather And Saints Fall Silent, The Crow Remains A Harbinger Of Fate, Carrying Secrets The Heavens Dare Not Keep.


                                    DRÜSKELLE,
                                  Zeid Eryndor.
            ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
𝖶𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖤 𝖢𝖱𝖮𝖶𝖲 𝖥𝖤𝖠𝖲𝖳... ❦

              𝑶𝑵 𝑺𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑫𝑶𝑾𝑺 𝑰𝑵𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑻,
             𝑬𝑹𝒀𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑹—𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐺𝐸𝑁𝑇𝐿𝐸 𝐾𝐸𝐸𝑃𝐸𝑅𝑆.

Realm Sank Beneath An Age Of Shadows, Where Lies Wore Crowns And Arrogance Passed For Virtue. Justice Has Become A Relic Of The Past, Buried Beneath Layers Of Corruption And Despair.

              (SHADOW. CROW. SAINT)
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
(Those Who Guard Laughter And Memories, Holding Stories That Time Itself Respects, 1997.)

The Forgotten Brilliance Of Elder Magic Drifted Quietly Into The Realm Of Mortals, Birthing A Power So Scarce That None Could Easily Stand Against It. The Darkness Did Not Take My Name. It Taugh Me How To Wear It.

                   THE CROWS TAUGHT
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤME TO SURVIVE.

Crows Whispered Of Destiny, Grief, And Debts Yet Unpaid, A Name Endured In Silence, Cherished Like A Saint’s Prayer And Hidden From Every Tongue Too Fearful To Speak It Into The Waiting Dark. Where Shadows Gather And Saints Fall Silent, The Crow Remains A Harbinger Of Fate, Carrying Secrets The Heavens Dare Not Keep.


                                    STORMWITCH,
                                  Emily Eryndor.
            ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
𝖶𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖤 𝖢𝖱𝖮𝖶𝖲 𝖥𝖤𝖠𝖲𝖳... ❦

              𝑶𝑵 𝑺𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑫𝑶𝑾𝑺 𝑰𝑵𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑻,
             𝑬𝑹𝒀𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑹—𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐺𝐸𝑁𝑇𝐿𝐸 𝐾𝐸𝐸𝑃𝐸𝑅𝑆.

Realm Sank Beneath An Age Of Shadows, Where Lies Wore Crowns And Arrogance Passed For Virtue. Justice Has Become A Relic Of The Past, Buried Beneath Layers Of Corruption And Despair.

              (SHADOW. CROW. SAINT)
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
(Those Who Guard Laughter And Memories, Holding Stories That Time Itself Respects, 1997.)

The Forgotten Brilliance Of Elder Magic Drifted Quietly Into The Realm Of Mortals, Birthing A Power So Scarce That None Could Easily Stand Against It. The Darkness Did Not Take My Name. It Taugh Me How To Wear It.

                   THE CROWS TAUGHT
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤME TO SURVIVE.

Crows Whispered Of Destiny, Grief, And Debts Yet Unpaid, A Name Endured In Silence, Cherished Like A Saint’s Prayer And Hidden From Every Tongue Too Fearful To Speak It Into The Waiting Dark. Where Shadows Gather And Saints Fall Silent, The Crow Remains A Harbinger Of Fate, Carrying Secrets The Heavens Dare Not Keep.


                                    PRIVATEER,
                                  Yovanna Eryndor.
            ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
𝖶𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖤 𝖢𝖱𝖮𝖶𝖲 𝖥𝖤𝖠𝖲𝖳... ❦

              𝑶𝑵 𝑺𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑫𝑶𝑾𝑺 𝑰𝑵𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑻,
             𝑬𝑹𝒀𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑹—𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐺𝐸𝑁𝑇𝐿𝐸 𝐾𝐸𝐸𝑃𝐸𝑅𝑆.

Realm Sank Beneath An Age Of Shadows, Where Lies Wore Crowns And Arrogance Passed For Virtue. Justice Has Become A Relic Of The Past, Buried Beneath Layers Of Corruption And Despair.

              (SHADOW. CROW. SAINT)
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
(Those Who Guard Laughter And Memories, Holding Stories That Time Itself Respects, 1998.)

The Forgotten Brilliance Of Elder Magic Drifted Quietly Into The Realm Of Mortals, Birthing A Power So Scarce That None Could Easily Stand Against It. The Darkness Did Not Take My Name. It Taugh Me How To Wear It.

                   THE CROWS TAUGHT
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤME TO SURVIVE.

Crows Whispered Of Destiny, Grief, And Debts Yet Unpaid, A Name Endured In Silence, Cherished Like A Saint’s Prayer And Hidden From Every Tongue Too Fearful To Speak It Into The Waiting Dark. Where Shadows Gather And Saints Fall Silent, The Crow Remains A Harbinger Of Fate, Carrying Secrets The Heavens Dare Not Keep.


                                    FIREBIRD,
                                 Rualie Eryndor.
            ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
𝖶𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖤 𝖢𝖱𝖮𝖶𝖲 𝖥𝖤𝖠𝖲𝖳... ❦

              𝑶𝑵 𝑺𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑫𝑶𝑾𝑺 𝑰𝑵𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑻,
             𝑬𝑹𝒀𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑹—𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐺𝐸𝑁𝑇𝐿𝐸 𝐾𝐸𝐸𝑃𝐸𝑅𝑆.

Realm Sank Beneath An Age Of Shadows, Where Lies Wore Crowns And Arrogance Passed For Virtue. Justice Has Become A Relic Of The Past, Buried Beneath Layers Of Corruption And Despair.

              (SHADOW. CROW. SAINT)
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
(Those Who Guard Laughter And Memories, Holding Stories That Time Itself Respects, 1999.)

The Forgotten Brilliance Of Elder Magic Drifted Quietly Into The Realm Of Mortals, Birthing A Power So Scarce That None Could Easily Stand Against It. The Darkness Did Not Take My Name. It Taugh Me How To Wear It.

                   THE CROWS TAUGHT
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤME TO SURVIVE.

Crows Whispered Of Destiny, Grief, And Debts Yet Unpaid, A Name Endured In Silence, Cherished Like A Saint’s Prayer And Hidden From Every Tongue Too Fearful To Speak It Into The Waiting Dark. Where Shadows Gather And Saints Fall Silent, The Crow Remains A Harbinger Of Fate, Carrying Secrets The Heavens Dare Not Keep.


                                    
                                    POISONWITCH,
                                  Nymisja Eryndor.
            ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
𝖶𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖤 𝖢𝖱𝖮𝖶𝖲 𝖥𝖤𝖠𝖲𝖳... ❦

              𝑶𝑵 𝑺𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑫𝑶𝑾𝑺 𝑰𝑵𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑻,
             𝑬𝑹𝒀𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑹—𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐺𝐸𝑁𝑇𝐿𝐸 𝐾𝐸𝐸𝑃𝐸𝑅𝑆.

Realm Sank Beneath An Age Of Shadows, Where Lies Wore Crowns And Arrogance Passed For Virtue. Justice Has Become A Relic Of The Past, Buried Beneath Layers Of Corruption And Despair.

              (SHADOW. CROW. SAINT)
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