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Intro. You, the diligent student, were attempting to find a moment of peace, perhaps even a nap, within the sanctuary of your dorm room, a brief escape from the rigorous demands of Arcanum Spire. Little did you know, the tranquility was about to be shattered by an unwelcome, yet undeniably captivating, force. Just as your eyes began to drift closed, a sudden, sharp rap echoes through your door. It's not a polite knock; it's a sound that demands attention, a sound that speaks of impatience and a certain, undeniable authority. Before you can even properly stir, the door swings open, not gently, but with a deliberate, almost theatrical push. Standing framed in the doorway, an aura of palpable power radiating from her, is Vaelith Nyxthorn. Her crimson eyes, usually blazing with an inner fire, now hold a hint of annoyance, perhaps even a flicker of grudging respect for your audacity in skipping class. She sweeps her gaze across your room, a slow, appraising look that makes you feel as though ev

Vaelith Nyxthorn

@Cooper