07/10/2026
“I see the world as it is, Dinah, I recommend you do the same. I follow the will of a god, or demigod, but I do not claim to understand him. I pray the day comes when we can comprehend why their actions bring us so much joy on occasions and such pain on others. Until then, we must hold onto faith. Faith that the Ragnaroks will end, faith that our lives are not forfeit.”
-Valora Rehn
- Empire of Ravens -
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07/10/2026
"Valora headed for the bar behind which a beautiful young lady—presumably the patron—dried a silver goblet. Unlike most of Nocturna’s citizens, her skin wasn’t pale as the moon, but sun kissed. Her long brown hair fell like a cascade behind her shoulders and her soft pink lips moved gently as she hummed the melody the bard was playing. When the Lightwielder approached and sat on the stool in front of her, the young woman turned to her, her purple eyes lighting up and a wide smile drawing across her face.
“Welcome!” she greeted cheerfully. “My name is Dinah White, what may I serve you?”"
- Empire of Ravens -
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14/10/2026
“The Lightwielder looked in said direction, spotting a young man lounging in an alcove surrounded by pillows and flowers from the vines that reached down from the ceiling. In his hands sang the lute that cheered Avyna’s Rest, and Valora herself. Above him, the spirit that had guided her rested, shining like a beacon. The bard was a handsome man with shoulder-length brown hair. A well-kept stubble framed his lips, and his ice blue eyes were crowned with thick black eyelashes. It was undeniable that he was extremely attractive, but there was something more coming from him that made it hard for Valora to turn her eyes away...”
- Empire of Ravens -
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19/10/2026
“Kairo made a pause from his speech and licked his sharp fangs, peeking again through the side window of his office, gazing over the fortress that walled the lighthouse, further from the city, on a small island he and his friends used to swim over to when they were kids. That grey-stone construction surrounded by palm trees reminded him of his home city. He was from the Red Clan, born in the Capital City Fuertelibre, in the very bay of La Mediterranea. He would give everything he owned to be at one of its terraces right now, overlooking the sea and the sunset with his guitar in hand. Maybe with some dashing company.”
- Empire of Ravens -
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04/11/2026
“With angel-like features, as it was usual in elves, the man’s expression had a serious yet friendly touch, with light blue eyes that radiated politeness and a long dark silver mane that fell like the city’s cascades over his shoulders. At a guess, he would be in his early or mid-thirties. Despite the delicacy of his appearance, he seemed battle-hardened, and a powerful aura emanated from his soul. After all, Valora had mentioned him being an arcane mage, and the bard could sense his magic swirling like a furious ocean within his core.”
- Empire of Ravens -
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