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Midcore Player, Story & Lore Adict, Roleplayer, GPoser
ALL OF WHICH IS TO SAY
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Her entire character was permenantly changed by a bunch of extra nonsense I wrote into Ultima Thule. She was angry and distant for like a year and now she's back to being a dangerously adventurous and adventurously dangerous history nerd.
ALL OF WHICH IS TO SAY
yeah yep yes
Her entire character was permenantly changed by a bunch of extra nonsense I wrote into Ultima Thule. She was angry and distant for like a year and now she's back to being a dangerously adventurous and adventurously dangerous history nerd.
Her adventures in the depths of Thavnair reminded her of her first love and obsession.
History and myth, stories told and forgotten, something that could reignite the spark she once had. By the time she set sail for Tural she'd fully taken to the life of a Bard.
Her adventures in the depths of Thavnair reminded her of her first love and obsession.
History and myth, stories told and forgotten, something that could reignite the spark she once had. By the time she set sail for Tural she'd fully taken to the life of a Bard.
It didn't work.
Whispers of self doubt. Of frustration. Of anger. Disappointment at herself, at her failings both perceived and otherwise, at her aimlessness and lack of purpose in peacetime.
That darkness answered back.
Sygg would embrace the title of Dark Knight for a time.
It didn't work.
Whispers of self doubt. Of frustration. Of anger. Disappointment at herself, at her failings both perceived and otherwise, at her aimlessness and lack of purpose in peacetime.
That darkness answered back.
Sygg would embrace the title of Dark Knight for a time.
She had enough embers left to burn through the fight to the end. But after her final confrontation at the edge of eternity? Nothing. Snuffed like a candle, sputtering before giving way to ash and smoke.
At first she tried pouring her life back into adventure work. She tried ignoring it.
She had enough embers left to burn through the fight to the end. But after her final confrontation at the edge of eternity? Nothing. Snuffed like a candle, sputtering before giving way to ash and smoke.
At first she tried pouring her life back into adventure work. She tried ignoring it.
The Ragnarok needed fuel and Sygg at the time was a beacon of primal connection and captured aether. She did what she had to do, channeling everything she had into the engines alongside the allied society and tribal leaders assembled for the task.
It worked. And it took everything.
The Ragnarok needed fuel and Sygg at the time was a beacon of primal connection and captured aether. She did what she had to do, channeling everything she had into the engines alongside the allied society and tribal leaders assembled for the task.
It worked. And it took everything.