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They didn’t like how I thought. They thought me aggressive. Destructive. But they are wrong. I can best even Aeia in creation.
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“Wait… you’ll stay here for a complete stranger, but not for your own child?” He shook his head.
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I want… freedom. For so long, I have been suppressed, pushed back by those who would control me. No more. I want, I guess, to not have to ask for what I want.
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SoW looked around. “Well, I guess I can’t sell anything. Where did Felicity’s mother go?”
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@Spark of Hope @Through The Living Glass The woman’s breath stopped abruptly, her skin bleeding… And then… she… Disappeared. Completely. Utterly. There was no trace left. But what is your home to you? I can bring your friends back to you, but wouldn’t you like something… more? Regardless, I cannot do anything imprisoned as I am.
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Something older. Something different. Let’s just say I’m tired of being held back.
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You can call me Shayd. I think we will have an… interesting time together, no?
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He disappeared. @Kino The knight in front of you disappeared, but the grass under his feet stayed bent.
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Hahahahaha this song ^^^^^ is wonderful not dark ‘tall.
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As he grasped it, reality… broke. It melded to him, transforming into Ichor and traveling up his arms and onto his head, forming a crown that dug into his forehead and dumped Ichor into his bloodstream. The world seemed to flinch around him, pulling away slightly, as the Ichor strengthened him. However, this strength came at a price. A stark pain and wrongness entered the back of his mind. His wounds sealed, healing completely, and a voice appeared in his mind. Well, this should be… interesting. @Spark of Hope The wound healed, and the woman fell into a calm sleep. In the distance, a figure watched, before fading again into invisibility.
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“Does it need to? I’m just trying to mock you.”
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The wound started to close, but really couldn’t do anything about the shaft of metal in her gut.
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SoW raised an eyebrow. “I’m thinking of something else that you thought of as ‘free real estate.’”
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The wound around the sliver was indeed very dirty. Perhaps the seizing resulted from an infection. Her power welled up within her, seeming to want this as well as comfort and encourage her. The staff unraveled under the bear, but still connected, throwing the bear away with a strength that was unnatural. However, the proximity to the bear worsened all your problems, reality seeming to warp around your Ichor wounds, forcing you to you hands and knees. Behind where the bear was, was a golden crown, seeming to ooze the golden Ichor. It seemed to… call… to you.
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Yes
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The woman had a sliver of metal lodged in her gut.
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“Really? I seem to know more about your child than you do. And I’ve never met your child.” He narrowed his eyes. ”I guess that puts us on equal footing, then.” For the other thing: ”Hhhhmmmmm… a virtual orphan who’s had to deal with the death of multiple important people in her life. You’re right, the last thing she should have is a parent.”
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She seemed to really need help.
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“Seems like you knew, but did you both accept?” He frowned at her. “Don’t worry, her daughter makes up for it by being a traumatized deity.”
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“And you’d rather have a life of freelancing than taking care of that child you had. Oh, the father died, by the way. It wasn’t your fault, your leaving him just left him in a state that he could be easily taken advantage of by the Spirits.”
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She shuddered. “You tell me…” Then she collapsed, convulsing.
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The Longest Thread (Misadventures)
SpiritOfWrath replied to ElephantEarwax's topic in Forum Games & Random Stuff
The woman laughed, and she let herself get hit, her skin bleeding and quickly healing. She grinned, and a spear of golden light burst forwards from her. Drin took her shoulder, looking her in her eyes. “Listen to me, Atlas. Your brother is out there somewhere. And we are going to find him. I promise you.” *whispers* you should join the Great Spirits RP once it gets to part three. -
The platform is about the size of an average bedroom. The wind, frost, and fire each seemed to… unravel… as they reached the Ichor. The bear leapt into action, taking wounds where there wasn’t Ichor, bleeding regular blood. It dived towards you. ”I don’t know… Intellect’s protection against the winds just… stopped…”
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The bear roared, staying in its place.
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He came, finally, to the peak. A bear, bleeding golden Ichor, was guarding something behind it.
