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"There is little for the great part of the history of the world except the bitter tears of pity and the hot tears of wrath."
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Vex makes her home in the hollowed out remains of an ancient tree, its gnarled roots shielding her from the outside world. It is from here that she works her shade-touched magicks, brewing potions of wrath and ire, bubbling up in her cauldron like lava straight from the Flamecaller’s maw.
She does sell her potions, though they come with a hefty price. Magic as powerful as hers almost always does. If you ask the right people, you’ll hear tell of the burnt husk of a sacred tree, of the scattered bones black with char, and at the center of it all a lone Imperial with scorched wings and fire in her eyes. She’s drawn to tales of vengeance, especially the ones with an undertone of bloodlust and fury. Spin her an intriguing enough story, and she just might give you a discount.
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