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located in Lunalake Island, a part of Memoria Irae, one of the many universes on RPG.

Lunalake Island

A large island and major hub, Lunalake City is here, along with a few fishing towns situated around the river and lake. In the middle of the lake is a strange clock tower where the governor lives. No one knows why he lives there, he just... does.

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Character Portrait: Abdown Character Portrait: Malachie Character Portrait: Selesynia DuNalthis Character Portrait: Raimondo Ceci Character Portrait: Puah Character Portrait: Aeila Cairn Character Portrait: Aileana Mordoor Character Portrait: Vortahar
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Abdown raised an arm over his face as the explosion occured. "Ah... a bit much, don't you think?" Abdown muttered as he lowered his arm to observe the aftermath of the blast. As he watched, he noticed Aeila approaching the pit. Something laid at the bottom, that was for sure, stirring as it were at the bottom. "You should be careful, as unrefined as it may be, it is no less an incredibly potent form of magic."

As he made his warning the figure in colorful clothes stood up, looking about at their melting visage, the mask beginning to distort. They growled, holding their head, barely audible, with a voice so hoarse, they have to force the words out, but somewhere in it could be discernible as "they couldn't fight before," and "useless, useless, useless!" The pit soon filled with the viscous paint-like fluid, an agitated scream bubbling forth as the fluid twists, and emerging violently, a rather large form turning into a large clawed hand reaching upwards and slamming down beside her attackers, another soon following, as the rest of the body emerges spraying paint every which way. While once an elegant form, now stood as a sizable monster standing on all fours. Sharp teeth lining a large maw, forelegs sporting long thin clawed fingers instead of paws, multiple bushy tails ending in dropping tips like paintbrushes swayed frustratedly, wildly flowing blueish hair ending in white tips, patches of blue down the back and on the shoulders, decorated face with blue markings like a form of warpaint. The large mutant Memorian bore their teeth and growled jumping back from the group.

"Please, do calm down, perhaps we can discuss thi-" Abdown began to say, but the being yelled and, with an impressive display of power and speed, spun around and, with flicks of its tails, created wave after wave of paint based projectiles, a few tearing through the ground to show them as having more force than the softness of it displayed before.