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[Bryelle Vaughn]

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There is no parchment. An entropic call etched on the very currents of the winds of Umbra seeks Magus Izrem out. When they find their destination they will circle his head similar to a flock of birds, though they will dart in and out of his subconcious as his will permits. There is no actual signature because there is no paper message. The end script however, is unmistakeable as to whom it belongs to.

"Magus,

I find myself at a crossroads of what I was, what I am and what I will be. I trust your insight and your knowledge. As such I wish to meet with you and obtain your wisdom on the matter.

Bryelle Vaughn
Shade, Kabar'gan
Honorary Member of the Scholomance"

The message concludes and dissipates into nothingness.
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Ariana Lenoir[3:53 pm] She has all the subtlety of a rampaging elephant.

[Grignag]

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Izrem listened to the messages silently, inwardly contemplating Bryelle's increasing skill in manipulating the ethereal entropic currents that swam around Charnel Hill. She was progressing well. Now, it seemed, she needed to step a little further.
Bowing his head, Izrem began to chant quietly, an invisible wave of energy coalescing around him. After a moment of near soundless utterance, his tilted up his head and spoke simply. "Etheng."

A sudden ripple in the etherium tore away from him, bringing sibilant and unclear whispers to the ears of those attuned to the entropic energies that surrounded the lands. None could understand its content, save one.

Sister Bryelle Vaughn,

I have heard your request and will certainly assist you. I am always available to instruct and encourage the faithful. Come to me at the Scholomance. Once I have initiated a new member into its fold I will receive you.

Keruilath la mornvas.
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