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https://i.imgur.com/h5xaTIO.png I see, I see. Okay. Tell me more. Well, we don't have much else to go off of, but alright... Ever busy in his task of spreading the good name of Schilva Flasch far and wide, the aforementioned swordsman had recently decided to go on a self-defined publicity...

ANOTHER ONE! Er, sure... Overworked for the amount that they earned, even in the commercial bustle of Finweald, the bartender quibbles less than they should about the shouty swordsman slumped over a nest of already emptied mead flagons. Sooner or later, they'd have to ask to collect those...

https://i.imgur.com/o4u2trn.png Somewhere, Western Brisshal border. Evening. ...om... Sitting under a rushing waterfall that descended from the thicketed woodlands of Western Brisshal to crash upon both himself and the rocks below, wearing nothing but a plain fundoshi, Schilva Flasch...

Cycle 1 Hiking through Providence in winter wasn't an easy task at the best of times, given the threat of restless raiding Duuhmerons and the...difficult weather. For Schilva, a Starcalled, the going was easier with his Dynamism and ability to defend himself while traveling alone. Even...

https://i.imgur.com/h1pAabi.jpg Somewhere, Eastern Brisshal border, woods near Glenwood Outpost. Sundown. It had been a while since Schilva arrived at the derelict remnants of ancient stonework that lay just beyond the reaches of Glenwood Outpost. This area was infrequently patrolled by...

https://i.imgur.com/VHGeB1L.png fas fa-message-dots Schilva Flasch fad fa-messages @Harukami Seeker, you desire my guidance. Very well. I await at the mouth of the eldest silver giant in Pormont; though sleepless, it must be possessed of a bed. Thus was the riddle-borne message that...

https://i.imgur.com/o4u2trn.png Somewhere, Western Brisshal border. Evening. "...right, this'll do." The lone swordsman stands before a roaring waterfall, whitewater mist crashing from up on high to the rocks below. The sharp drop is uncharacteristic of the Blue Rapid, but how could one...

Hmm. Too gaunt. Let's make him a little shorter... Too hunky. Smoothen that part, just a bit... Too scrawny! Bulk this out, not too much... "Aha, just right!" Stepping back and admiring his handiwork, Mylar wipes some imaginary sweat off his simulated brow and looks over the avatar of...