(Sorry I was going to post new characters but it turns out I won't have time to play with new ones. I edited this post to get rid of the entry forms I submitted.)
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((*is continuously forever alone*))Pruina stood outside her house with her hands clasped in front of her, a distanced look in her eyes. A powdered snow fell from the sky, clinging in her hair, covering the light footprints in the already white blue and light grey landscape.
((Ice Tribe))
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Spearwing, or better known as "Elder", sat in his study flipping through a shimmering red book with golden trim, his eyebrows furrowed.
((Spear Tribe, feel free to have someone walk in looking for a magical item, or advice.))
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Ohkam sat on a branch next to her small one-room home, surveying the forest and watching the smoke stream from her house's chimney.
((Night Tribe))
Pruina stood outside her house with her hands clasped in front of her, a distanced look in her eyes. A powdered snow fell from the sky, clinging in her hair, covering the light footprints in the already white blue and light grey landscape.
((Ice Tribe))
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Spearwing, or better known as "Elder", sat in his study flipping through a shimmering red book with golden trim, his eyebrows furrowed.
((Spear Tribe, feel free to have someone walk in looking for a magical item, or advice.))
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Ohkam sat on a branch next to her small one-room home, surveying the forest and watching the smoke stream from her house's chimney.
((Night Tribe))
Elder looked up. "No, It's quite fine. What do you need to know?"Rose walked into Spearwing's study and stood next to him.
"I'm sorry to interrupt your work, Elder," Rose said. "But I need to to ask you about the prophecy of the sixth moon of spring."
Elder looked up. "No, It's quite fine. What do you need to know?"
Elder furrowed his eyebrows in thought, then stood up. "Forgive me, my memory is growing less sharp by the day." He walked over to a wall and pulled out a roll of paper and slid it out on the table looking at it. "I think... Perhaps it is..." He said muttering to himself, then nodding and looking up. "Yes, I believe you are correct.""The prophecy says on the sixth moon of the three hundredth spring a fairy with unique power will stop a great enemy," Rose said. "Is this the very spring it speaks of?"