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    The note read Add liquid please! There was a smiley face on it.
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    "Revenants," said Gerald as one flew past. "They must have a lot of them." "Only as a last resort!" replied Gerald. That would depend on what is supposed to be there.
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    The sleeping draugr grunted and rolled over.
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    "Ranged attacks," replied Gerald. "Suboptimal. Preparing evasive maneuvers. Get ready to counterattack!" "Par for the course when you are saving the world." Around him, many lay sleeping. Humans and humanoid creatures of various sizes, slumped over each other haphazardly.
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    It was a pot. Inside of the pot, however, was a jar of dust labeled 655 with a folded note on top of it.
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    A dimensional door opened. "Delivery," a monotone voice intoned.
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    The doorbell rang. On the ground before her was nothing but ash. She could hear the withergeist chortling at her suffering.
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    "Did he leave?" The survey wondered what the carrots were for. Sanity, maybe. A sharp, burning pain struck Sequence, like a fire lit under the skin. After just a few seconds, the affected area exploded. Only this time, it was real. The wound began to slowly and painfully regenerate, but another one was already forming.
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    "Who?" -- Meanwhile, the survey wondered where Moni was.
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    Humans with all-black eyes rode the vines, moving through them like a fish through water. Fast as they were, they could only barely keep up with the motorbike's speed. But they had other tricks up their sleeve. From the dark, something came whizzing past the motorbike. "Uh oh," panted Gerald. Deeper and deeper... Ronin traveled through a long tunnel. He "woke" in a large cavern of some sort.
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    A lot of painful stuff happened to Sequence. I can go into detail, if you want... it wouldn't be pleasant, though. Lots of inside explosions. The wanderer, who had taken a quick nap on a conveniently placed bench, woke up. She yawned. "Has anything important happened yet?"
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    Pheonix gripped his pickaxe nervously. "A-a-alright," he stuttered.
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    "I used to feel pain," the Witherlord said. His voice was as cold as a starless night. "And the world abandoned me. So now... I have abandoned it." He turned. "I will leave my servant with you. The choice is yours." With that, he walked off, leaving Sequence to suffer.
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    It wasn't there. Another phantom nail stabbed her. Then another. And another.
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    A nail was driven through Sequence's hand- But though it was just imaginary, it felt real.
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    The Witherlord stared dispassionately at Sequence. She began to feel a ghostly tingling sensation.
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    "No?" the Witherlord replied. "It is within your grasp. You have already accepted my servant into your soul. Simply will it to be... and it will be so."
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    Aha! Grace thought. They let me look into the Enchanted Realm! More than that, though, they filtered out the blinding Essence to reveal the Mystic Light that would have otherwise been too dim to see- kind of like the special glasses that one of her teachers had given her in order to look at the sun during an eclipse. In other words, they were perfect for a scholar of magic like her. She'd have to find some way to attach the lenses to her own glasses, though- there was little use in being able to see the colors of magic if her vision was too blurry to see what they were attached to. She replaced her own glasses behind the Spectacles of Discernment and took a glance around the room. Immediately catching her attention was the black and white coloration of the old man's soul. A Deathgranter, then. Well, that didn't necessarily mean he was crazy... but better to stay on his good side, just in case. Also eye-catching was the veritable rainbow of colors attached to the arrogant leader of the group. The telltale colors of Space and Chaos stood out the most, but there seemed to be hints of others as well. Grace smiled slightly. If his abilities were that scattered, he couldn't be very powerful. Almost as an afterthought, she looked down at herself. Her gloves glowed with red and gray, her knife with green and black, and her orb with blue and pink- but no light shone within her chest. She felt a slight tinge of disappointment. Certainly not unexpected; but she couldn't deny that she'd wondered if she might have a latent power of her own after hearing the tale from the wounded girl. Ah, well. She put the glasses away in a pocket. She'd have to experiment more with them later. Grace blinked, suddenly tuning into the conversation. "Fight who?"
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    True. Do I need to invent one myself, though?
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    Do I need to come up with a ruleset before I can run a game?
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    "Just stop fighting yourself," the Witherlord implored. "Allow yourself the freedom to surrender."
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    "Why care about the ruin outside?" the Witherlord continued. "When it will only bring you hurt? Simply let go... and when you no longer care, you begin to see the beauty within it. Don't you agree?" The empty battlefield stretched before Sequence, filled with the corrupted corpses of the fallen. @Sequence Nameless what are you doing.
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    As nonchalantly as she could, Grace walked over and put the glasses on over her own.
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    "Simple," replied the Witherlord. "You change the way you look at the world."
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