Please retire Urs and Cetus please. I would also like to take their skills and apply them to a new PC I will make in the next few days.

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[/googlefont] Mesmer. Gold and gray, cold and colder. Magic spun its own history. A smoke, smog, opaque. Urs wondered, sometimes, about the sorts of people who played in and with hearts. Necromancers were supposed to be the most vile sort of witches. The worries of a bound soul, he supposed, were g...

[/googlefont] The magic felt like ice sliding along his skin. White-eyed fear trembled from her fingers, in droplets, staining his magic where she touched. It spread like fire, a bloom of smoke pretending to be an aura. Urs frowned. Effective, if annoying. He remembered, vaguely, about illusionists...

[/googlefont] The city of brass felt like it’d never been alive. Urs hadn’t been entirely sure what to expect - not of Zaichar, nor of Aurin Kavafis. He’d been warned about the city. The great soulless beast to the south. The supposed enemy of feathered Kalzasi. All steam and metal and nothing magi...

[/googlefont] “I wouldn’t stay,” he whispered, “Not if you weren’t there.” And he felt it, that yet unsaid feeling, sprite and alive and reaching out, always, towards Sivan. Love. It bubbled, pink and lovely, in the space between them, like air on his tongue. “Call me anything, Sivan Sunrunner.” He...

[/googlefont] Urs sat there, on Sivan’s lap, wrapped up in the elf’s arms. He’d never considered himself particularly small; he wasn’t especially, not for a human. And yet, Sivan had a way of holding him that reminded him how much larger - and stronger - the elf was. “I am not so helpless,” Urs sai...

[/googlefont] Glade’s chorus echoed again and again and again. Urs did nothing but think, and admire, as Sivan washed him. Love was soft blue and gold as bright as day. A season shared between them both, time lost under and over each other. He’d learned Sivan’s body as quickly as he’d learned his, ...

[/googlefont] Fletcher. He had vague memories of the man - and his shop. Mother had made no secret of her dealings with the rumored Necromancer. He was never especially cruel, but the old man had something sharp about him. The way his eyes had searched for anything that glimmered. Mother had told h...

[/googlefont] The joke wasn’t funny, and still, Urs smiled. He snorted a bark of a laugh, singular and sharp. “I think the city would have our heads, if we kept patients sick. I suppose, then, we must be very bad at our jobs.” Despite everything, Urs found himself warming to the stranger. Lured, ev...