[~Aoria-sama~]

The cutting wind is a cruel foe.

I dare not stand in the blast.
My hands are stone, and my voice a groan,
And the worst of death is past.
I am but a little maiden still,
My little white feet are sore.
Oh, lift me over the threshold, and let me in at the door!

Her voice was the voice that women have,

Who plead for their heart's desire.
She came—she came—and the quivering flame
Sunk and died in the fire.
It never was lit again on my hearth
Since I hurried across the floor,
To lift her over the threshold, and let her in at the door.

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The Coven of Misfortune aims to enter the Tower of Aetius once more, surpassing their previous realm; 18.
With the direction guided by Misfortune, he aims to take them somewhere specific.
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Character Name: Drama (Daylee)

Attendees: The Coven of Misfortune

Risk: COD

Tone: Hel, summoning, demons etc.

Reward: To be discussed with DM.

DM: Crystik, maybe?