<div style="text-align: center"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(136, 80, 213)"><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span style="font-size: 26px">Mystera</span></span></span><br/>
<span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">@ Lady Astea's Wagon w/ Annie, Val, Dayyan and Mue -&gt; @ Camp.<br/>
Professors, Guards and Students.<br/>
Wearing <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.pinterest.com%2Fpin%2F188095721928145596%2F&amp;hash=742caa51ef2005595d4ac014602fdd04" href="https://www.pinterest.com/pin/188095721928145596/" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">dress</a>. Hair <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.pinterest.com%2Fpin%2F76279787424819457%2F&amp;hash=d7924b05731d2d805501948fa8f2ddbe" href="https://www.pinterest.com/pin/76279787424819457/" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">up in ponytail</a>.<br/>
Carrying Beauvilliers rosary and sack with books and Suitcase.</span>​</div><br/><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">The journey had seemed long and tumultuous. Mystera kept to herself mostly, occasionally sharing words with Dayyan (<a class="username" data-user-id="11530" data-username="hilou10" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/11530/">hilou10</a>), Valentine (<a class="username" data-user-id="11483" data-username="Rea" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/11483/">Rea</a>) and Annie (<a class="username" data-user-id="11559" data-username="Captain Cardboard" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/11559/">Captain Cardboard</a>) as they approached her. Nevertheless, Mystera overheard rumors that she had been developing a crush towards Dayyan, which Mystera found perplexing. A crush, huh? She never thought of it like that. Then again, she never really had a crush before. What exactly was a crush? Nevermind that, as through her days of thought and rest did she allow her mind to be distracted with the many books of astrology she brought with her.<br/>
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Yes, she was quite the enthusiast whenever it came to such the metaphysical matter. But it was interesting and not based off of a quantifiable measure. It was purely within the confines of belief, of which could not be measured. Occasionally the same cat that now seemed to be following her even shared her tent once Professor Ianice (<a class="username" data-user-id="5076" data-username="JasonTOM" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/5076/">JasonTOM</a>). Throughout the evenings while Dayyan kept watch along with other guards, Mystera would use this to her advantage to be able to sit outside and enjoy the blissful silence of the evening.<br/>
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She would read whatever constellations she could, and at times Anais would even make her presence known to only Mystera and Dayyan. <br/>
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But then came the day of their ambush. Mystera was napping, in-fact, and was awoken by a sudden rain of arrows that even made it to her tent. She attempted to jump up, but... suddenly, she began to feel woozy. She paused and collapsed back on the ground... she began to feel a sharp pain on her side. She groaned, and her eyes glanced down to where a stray arrow had punctured her. The same cat from earlier had even disappeared... but that wasn't on her mind. <br/>
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She attempted to stand, and groaned again as she began to feel her tattoo burn - more and more.</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 102, 255)"><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><i>Rest now, my love... </i></span></span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)"><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">Was what echoed in her mind before she put her final foot outside of her tent. She finally collapsed on the ground, and groaned once more in pain... she did want to give up. She did not even know what, exactly, was happening! She attempted to protest, but her tattoo began to burn her. More than usual - even more than Mystera could bare. She winced and could feel much of her energy depleting. </span></span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">Now was the time for <i>her </i>to show...<br/>
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The air had seemed to sky rocket in pressure, as even in the goblins paused in their assault before continuing - sensing something was off. Dayyan, Ianice and even Mue had all began to battle against the other goblins... but, then came a strange looking woman stepping forward. Some guards did not know how she had arrived, but she simply was there. Who was she? <br/>
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She was <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 102, 255)">Anais</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">.</span></span><br/><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/1674444522490-png.144863/" title="1674444522490.png">
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</div><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">The strange cloaked woman walked forward ever so slowly and gracefully. She was there, but after a wave of screeching sound in the direction of the goblins did she once more... disappear. It was but only through a domestic wave of her staff that this originated from. Any caught in this wave would feel the same all the goblins had. It was a massively powerful wave that caused most goblins to recoil while covering their ears - allowing for the counter-attack to be much easier.</span><br/>
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If Dayyan used his vision would he notice the woman still present, but only observing if needed. Anais simply stepped to the side, and continued to watch as Mystera's eyes grew hazier out of the shock of her sudden injury and Anais' appearance. Her tattoo was now visibly lit, even signaling to others what may be happening.</span>