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🧿 #BlueskyCoven

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:: judith hears her whisper, invisible again, the sound of her voice coming from deep inside his head. Or his heart. ::

The God of Kings. The All-Seeing Eye. One among the Coven found passage to the door through which its power flows.

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July 6, 2025 at 8:26 PM
🧿 #BlueskyCoven #Expression

:: She laughs, clapping in delight. ::


Not an artist? That was poetry!

:: She crosses to where the puppet had been frozen, stoops, and picks up the shard of crown. Her glee relaxes into satisfaction. ::

Quite an ending. Though I doubt he’s finished for good. 1/
:: He can't even scream as the final curse launches the spell at his petrified form. The needles shred him into ribbons of black vapor, which stream away from judith and the avatar back towards @wederrakeep.bsky.social.

:: A shard of his crown is all that remains. ::

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So down, dog. Shut your teeth to the world. Heed my words and go back to the cage where you belong. Or don’t. I’d like to see you try, motherfucker.
July 4, 2025 at 5:54 PM
🧿 #BlueskyCoven

:: She sidles up to the High Priestess. ::

Mazey! Thank goodness, I found you -- it's me, it's Sara. I escaped the Nameless Thing's clutches, but there are these other versions of me hunting me down.

Help me, please, I need the secrets of the Deep Lore before they find me!

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July 3, 2025 at 1:21 AM
🧿 #BlueskyCoven #TarotWar

@wederrakeep.bsky.social

Spare the Prince of Knowledge. Those Blades aren't sharp enough to win a war.

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:: The Prince of Wand's frustration turns toward the Prince of Swords, a spark of magic alighting atop his staff. ::

Marius. I would expect you to uphold your family’s honor as I do mine. You've always struck me as a dull child. Now you're willingly asking for a punishment as well?
July 2, 2025 at 1:10 PM
🧿 #BlueskyCoven

:: The shriek of frustration rises like bile in her throat. So the High Priestess thinks she can draw her out, does she? ::

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🧿 #BlueskyCoven

:: A reflection in a broken window puts a hand against the glass. A voice from someone you can't see beside you whispers. ::

A wand, crafted by the Heart. With what material does she bestow its strength?

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July 1, 2025 at 7:38 PM
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:: She walks off in four directions. ::

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🧿 #BlueskyCoven

:: She is losing patience. She has waited so long for this. Now she is here, at the beginning of the end. ::

Perhaps we can speed this along.

:: She walks off in four directions. ::

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July 1, 2025 at 12:32 PM