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The story of Vestael is a tale of whimsy and tragedy....

 

Truly, Vestael was an angel of wonder and great power, one with apt love of fanciful and playful creation. The tale of Vestael's existence began long before the ominous clouds of the Second Divine War gathered on the horizon. In the realm of eternia, Vestael was known for his penchant for bringing delight and astonishment to the creatures of the mortal plane.

Loved amidst the radiant glow of the Celestial realm Avalon, Vestael's essence shimmered with the purest hues of divine energy. From the earliest moments of his existence, he harbored an insatiable curiosity and a boundless love for humanity, though not to the same extent as his brother Azrael. His eyes, akin to twin stars, sparkled with an unquenchable desire to share the wonders of the divine with the beings dwelling below. As a creator of trinkets and wonders, Vestael's celestial workshop was a realm of enchantment. 

 

 

 His nimble fingers danced like ethereal butterflies, weaving threads of stardust and radiance into intricate designs. Vestael reveled in crafting tokens that would captivate the hearts and minds of mortals, granting them a fleeting glimpse into the celestial beauty that unfolded beyond their earthly abode. In a time untouched by the shadows of war, Vestael's whimsical toys graced the lives of countless mortals. He bestowed upon them artifacts that would elicit gasps of awe and moments of wonder, sprinkling joy across  human existence. From luminescent baubles that mirrored the night sky to ethereal musical instruments that echoed melodies of divine origin, Vestael's creations were cherished treasures among those fortunate enough to receive them. However, as the Second Divine War loomed on the celestial horizon, the symphony of creation was drowned by the cacophony of impending conflict. Vestael, ever the optimist, clung to the belief that his works of wonder could mend the fraying threads between the heavenly realms and the mortal plane.

 

Alas, the tides of fate were unforgiving, and Vestael's final moments unfolded amid the chaos of celestial strife. The Usurper, Azrael, a harbinger of death and necromantic arts, turned his gaze upon Vestael. In that fateful clash, Vestael's angelic form, adorned with the brilliance of a thousand suns, succumbed to the merciless blade of the Usurper....

The celestial realms mourned the loss of their Haughty Howler and Toy Maker, the angel who had once bestowed wonders upon the mortal realm.

As the memory of Vestael is tainted as the invocation of an ancient weapon of genocide is wrought upon the land...a reprieve is found, one that holds one of the last remnants of Vestael's love of trinkets. To go to this place, this ancient ground laden in war and death...holds the light of the Last Bauble of Vestael.

Oh Servant!...Oh you of mystery upon mysteries! Just what do you have in mind?

 

 

Attendees: Akroma's few and Gloomlight's Few

Risk: Lore CoD

Reward: The Last Bauble of Vestael, Soul Manipulation Stuff, Other cool stuff.

Theme: Fallen Angel

DM: ???