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Mages & Mechs

I.

A long time ago, in a town by the sea,
Lived a boy and girl named Rex and Winnie.No bond was as powerful, silly, or grand,
In all of Terncliff, nor all of the land.Their days were filled with laughter and play.
Their dreams were built in their own special way.But the nation's fate did change overnight;
When Werlyt succumbed to a terrible blight.Poor Winnie lay dying with Rex at her side,
And traded their vows 'fore the light left her eyes.The mage slipped away once she drew her last breath,
And another was born in the shadow of death.In the span of ten turns, the wind sang no more,
For the star had forgotten what once it adored.

II.

In the land of my people, where mountains touch sky,
And seas roll like dreams as the stars pass them by.
Through forests that whisper and deserts of gold,
When one story ends, a new tale is told.There once was a Hero, the Grandmaster's claim,
A wanderlust mage with no spell to his name,
A riddle in robes with much cause for misgive,
Who walked down a path where only dreams live.And then came a Villain, the sly Mastermind,
With coat woven black and a third eye that's blind.
She trailed in the wake of the Grandmaster’s flight,
Her words wrapped with mystery, sorrow, and bite.And last but not least the three stars of our tale,
A Hyur, a Viera, and Half-Lalafell.
The lady held reason and wits without fail.
The man had a heart that would bleed without pale.
The last was a boy with a hard-tempered shell.
And thus did the Mastermind send them through hell.They traveled up highlands in hills frozen white,
They fell a great beast in the cold dead of night.
Through halls trimmed with gold and 'neath shimmer of light,
Where dreams turned to nightmares, and wrong blurred with right.They journeyed yet deeper where few dare to tread,
Down spiraling halls in the Grandmaster's head.
And while our Hero slept soundly in bed,
The party found answers where memories bled.So Winnie did sing to him tender and slow.
Guiding the Grandmaster where none else could go.
He turned with a smile then bowed his head low,
And Rex did awake to a world he did not know.The Mage and the Mech
Threw their rings and their vows,
And made a new pledge
To none else but themselves.They'll write their own tales,
No masks, lies, or blame,
But born of the truth,
Which outlived their game.

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Conjury

Her conjury is a cherished legacy
passed down through her ancestors of the Twelveswood,
a lineage profoundly attuned to the whispers of nature
and the strings of aether which connects all living things.Though born in the urbanity of Terncliff,
her connection to the land and affinity for wildlife
are woven into her soul.Her conjury is not merely an art, but an
instinctive understanding of nature’s delicate harmony.However, in moments of skin-to-skin contact,
her body unwittingly conducts aetheric healing,
an inherited trait she cannot control.
Prolonged contact may leave her drained.

Dramaturgy

She commands the art of performance with quiet mastery,
slipping into roles as one might don a second skin.Her talent extends beyond acting;
it is the studied orchestration of presence, emotion, and narrative,
enriched by a voice capable of both charm and persuasion.Well-read in the worlds of stories and fables,
she navigates the subtleties of character and plot,
reading the unspoken cues of a room as if they were lines in a script.Yet in weaving these personas so convincingly,
she risks losing herself in the masks she wears.

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OOC

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