:: So sure he is that the bookish card was weak and slow, he tensed and sprung, blade forward.
Learning the speed and sharpness of magic proved to be a fatal mistake.
The Prince of Swords falls, mortally wounded with an arcane spear in his heart. The darkness closes in and his soul escapes. ::
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04.07.2025 10:59 β π 1 π 0 π¬ 1 π 1
:: The Sword Princeβs hand grips the hilt of his sword as he bristles and swaggers forward. ::
Walk away, Conrad. Or punishment is the least of your worries today.
02.07.2025 12:32 β π 2 π 0 π¬ 1 π 2
And let my little sister risk pain and steal the glory? No, I have a duty.
:: He winks, but it's not well received. ::
02.07.2025 12:27 β π 0 π 0 π¬ 1 π 0
#BlueskyCoven #TarotWar
:: A young man, a lookalike to the Princess of Swords but with a fine beard and a subtle swagger steps into the center of the hedge maze. ::
Conrad, are you threatening to punish my sister?
02.07.2025 12:25 β π 0 π 0 π¬ 1 π 0
π§Ώ #BlueskyCoven #tarotsky #witchsky
:: An entity of oozing black ichor reaches a claw from the breach between worlds. As it grasps its way into this one, its form solidifies into an upright young man, a Sword seared into his palm. ::
What will you have us do?
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01.07.2025 12:47 β π 1 π 0 π¬ 0 π 0