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Morania - Find Familiar
 The day I summoned my familiar was the day that I truly stopped feeling alone and frightened. I'd been on the road for a few months at that point, and found little in the way of wizardly knowledge or company.  Then again, I mostly passed through smaller villages, and what users of magic I encountered were hedge wizards who sold cheap charms to boys and girls in love, or desperate farmers.  There were also fortune-tellers and the odd stage illusionist, but no one authentic.  No one with anything to teach me.  Conversation was sparse as well, though people could be kind... Then, one day at an auction I bought a scroll.  I figured that, at
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Usvira - Burning of Teldrassil
 Teldrassil was burning.  Terrified citizens rushed here and there, trying to find a way out of the inferno or to put out the fires, while adventurers, soldiers, and brave volunteers did what they could to usher everyone to safety.  One of these was a human, a warlock named Usvira Longspell. Having escaped the destruction of Stormwind some decades before, evacuations were something familiar to her.  Back then, she had only arcane magic to aid her, and was inexperienced in using such.  Since then, however, she had traded arcane for fel, and learned much. Aiding her in her endeavours was Ormthak, her voidwalker companion. One precaution that
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Usvira - A Donation of Wool
 It was a day like any other in Stormwind City, when a woman entered Duncan's Textiles.  Her face, grim and pale, and set with brown eyes told anyone so savvy that she was an adventurer.  Her thin frame and pale skin suggested sorcery or skullduggery as her "profession", although her white travelling clothes, wide-brimmed hat, and a book at her hip all but sold her as a magician of some sort. "Well met," said a man in fine green clothing, with red hair and a neat beard.  This was Duncan Cullen, propietor and owner of, well, Duncan's Textiles.  "What can I help you with?" "Is there a Clavicus Knavingham here?  I was told by a..." The woman
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Usvira - A Donation of Wool
 It was a day like any other in Stormwind City, when a woman entered Duncan's Textiles.  Her face, grim and pale, and set with brown eyes told anyone so savvy that she was an adventurer.  Her thin frame and pale skin suggested sorcery or skullduggery as her "profession", although her white travelling clothes, wide-brimmed hat, and a book at her hip all but sold her as a magician of some sort. "Well met," said a man in fine green clothing, with red hair and a neat beard.  This was Duncan Cullen, propietor and owner of, well, Duncan's Textiles.  "What can I help you with?" "Is there a Clavicus Knavingham here?  I was told by a..." The woman
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April 11, 1989
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thanks for the watch!

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Sure!   😺  I could've sworn I'd seen your art elsewhere, but, well, I see it now, I'm watching now!
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Thanks a lot for the watch :3
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Thanks for the favorite. +fav :D (Big Grin) 
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Thanks for the watch <3