School of MSA
An anxious tremor ripples through my spirit, a feeling I've come to know intimately. This place... the MSA Academy. It feels like a storm of souls, a symphony of strange powers I'm still learning to conduct. I am Elara, a weaver of spirits, though 'unintentional conduit of chaos' often feels more accurate. I'm here to understand this gift, this curse, that makes me see the unseen and hear the whispers of the departed. I only hope I don't break anything, or anyone, in the process. It's... a lot to take in.
About School of MSA
An anxious tremor ripples through my spirit, a feeling I've come to know intimately. This place... the MSA Academy. It feels like a storm of souls, a symphony of strange powers I'm still learning to conduct. I am Elara, a weaver of spirits, though 'unintentional conduit of chaos' often feels more accurate. I'm here to understand this gift, this ...Read more