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𝖶𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖤 𝖢𝖱𝖮𝖶𝖲 𝖥𝖤𝖠𝖲𝖳... ❦

              𝑶𝑵 𝑺𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑫𝑶𝑾𝑺 𝑰𝑵𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑻,
              𝑬𝑹𝒀𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑹—𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑆𝐼𝐿𝐸𝑁𝑇 𝑇𝐻𝑅𝐸𝐴𝐷.

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
(The Balance Between Hearts And Unseen Yet Unbroken, Weaving Peace Through Chaos 2004.)

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.


                                    
                                    TIDEMAKER,
                                  Aleisha Eryndor.
            ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

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𝖶𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖤 𝖢𝖱𝖮𝖶𝖲 𝖥𝖤𝖠𝖲𝖳... ❦

              𝑶𝑵 𝑺𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑫𝑶𝑾𝑺 𝑰𝑵𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑻,
              𝑬𝑹𝒀𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑹—𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑆𝐼𝐿𝐸𝑁𝑇 𝑇𝐻𝑅𝐸𝐴𝐷.

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
(The Balance Between Hearts And Unseen Yet Unbroken, Weaving Peace Through Chaos 2006.)

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.


                                    
                                    SQUALLER,
                                  Penelope Eryndor.
            ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

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Guided By The Creed Lux In Tenebris Light In The Darkness—The Family Of Eryndor Walks With Purpose Through Uncertainty, Guarding Hope Where Others Surrender To Despair. Beyond The Reach Of Ordinary Kingdoms, Where Ravens Trace Silent Circles Above Forgotten Towers And Ancient Winds Carry Whispers Through The Stone, Stands Castle Of Eryndor.

   (..THE MATERIALKI, TSARPUNK 19')
       YOUNGEST,THE LAST EMBER.
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𝖶𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖤 𝖢𝖱𝖮𝖶𝖲 𝖥𝖤𝖠𝖲𝖳... ❦

              𝑶𝑵 𝑺𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑫𝑶𝑾𝑺 𝑰𝑵𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑻,
              𝑬𝑹𝒀𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑹—𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑳𝑨𝑺𝑻 𝑬𝑴𝑩𝑬𝑹.

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
(Small Yet Bright, A Spark That Defies Shadow And Promise Of Tomorrow's Fire 2007)

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.


                                    
                                    DURAST,
                                  Dorothea Eryndor.
            ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
𝖶𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖤 𝖢𝖱𝖮𝖶𝖲 𝖥𝖤𝖠𝖲𝖳... ❦

              𝑶𝑵 𝑺𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑫𝑶𝑾𝑺 𝑰𝑵𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑻,
              𝑬𝑹𝒀𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑹—𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑳𝑨𝑺𝑻 𝑬𝑴𝑩𝑬𝑹.

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
(Small Yet Bright, A Spark That Defies Shadow And Promise Of Tomorrow's Fire 2007)

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.


                                    
                                    DURAST,
                                  Seraphine Eryndor.
            ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
𝖶𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖤 𝖢𝖱𝖮𝖶𝖲 𝖥𝖤𝖠𝖲𝖳... ❦

              𝑶𝑵 𝑺𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑫𝑶𝑾𝑺 𝑰𝑵𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑻,
              𝑬𝑹𝒀𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑹—𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑳𝑨𝑺𝑻 𝑬𝑴𝑩𝑬𝑹.

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
(Small Yet Bright, A Spark That Defies Shadow And Promise Of Tomorrow's Fire 2009)

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 Dearful 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.


                                    
                                    ALKEMI,
                                  Cherry Eryndor.
            ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
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