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:: The Princess of Wands moves between wards and bindings of the Oracle's tower. A thread here, a cord there. To say she's most like a splinter under the skin, a nagging article or peculiar thought, would make her smile.
Her task is to find the way and make an opening. ::
:: The Princess of Wands moves between wards and bindings of the Oracle's tower. A thread here, a cord there. To say she's most like a splinter under the skin, a nagging article or peculiar thought, would make her smile.
Her task is to find the way and make an opening. ::
:: Ash, dust, and shadow swirl. A young woman steps from the Void, a Wand scarred into her breast. ::
Maker. You call and we come.
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:: They are atop a spire. The Strands of Order and Sovereignty radiate through them to the four directions.
:: Sensing their hesitation, the Eye above opens, glaring down. The High Priestess must be found.
:: Though they struggle, it cannot be overcome.
:: They pull. ::
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:: Ash, dust, and shadow swirl. A young woman steps from the Void, a Wand scarred into her breast. ::
Maker. You call and we come.
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