Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder

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...I'm back. This place hasn't changed a bit from when I was last here. What appears to be the problem this time?

((OOC: Duke couldn't stand the curiosity and...yeah. Stepped through the portal.))

Oh ho ho! The time has come for when the herons must leave! My soul cries out in pain for those who leave this dear, dreary world for theirs. I would follow, but who knows what might happen should I step through into the unknown.

I am back, after rearranging my manor to suit my tastes, at last! All of my pieces of art have been brought back. With the exception of the herons. I do, after all, plan for a crisis where all my art has disappeared.

I have become the essence of beauty itself! A heron at last! I could rejoice and pray to Ashera, if only I knew how to fly into the younder with these white wings...  

~Edit: And to top off these marvelous gifts...I have become young again. To be young and to retain my present mood...this chaos is beneficial!

Why, oh why is there this feeling that something's about to happen? Apart from the sign of another heron's presence here on Tellius.

As above, I really do not appreciate the dark god showing others my younger self. As for now, I must rest, for all this chaos is not too healthy for my beautiful self.

My, my. I'm back to where I started my search last time. Stuck in this mansion, wondering whether I was supposed to be here...nevermind. I'm sure there must be a rather plausible explanation in these notes I found on the desk here.

Hmph! Having myself portrayed as a polite young man once again wasn't really what I had in mind for chaos. Thankfully, nothing damaging happened during that. Apart from the fact that I actually had a decent conversation with no arguing. Which I enjoy every once in a while, but still!

I suppose some have seen me before I became like this?

Honestly! This is neither my mansion nor my home! And these clothes aren't my size. Notheless, I shall attemept to find my parents's homes. I do hope that mother is all right. If this is some kind of joke, I will not tolerate this.

Oh ho!

It appears I have...come back to life for the second time. That stupid raven tried to kill me and succeeded!