Through the Living Wrath

I think it autocorrects to powers instead of poems yeah I was joking with the depressed

I’m not! It’s fine! Nah the stories/powers are really good. (You should check out my writing thread in the creative corner. The most recent things are the best things!) [Anyways blatant self advertising over with.]

I’m depressed now!!!!!!!

MY BRAIN HURTS

I’m not sure where to get that. Its been a while since bio, and I don’t know much about the body.

You don’t get it! *grumpy grump grump grump* i think it evaporates with heat

This is USELESS poison!

Yeah Keep in mind what your players reaction to the Rending is. Ive got a summary of it in the op

CRAP WILL NO POISON WORK IS THIS JUST WATER WHY IS IT CALLED BLUE FALLS IF IT DOESNT FELL PEOPLE STAB *STAB* STABBY STAB STAB BRO *STABBY STAB STAB BRO*

Just like name, description You wanted future sight, right?

WOAH WAIT GLASS IS ALIVE HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE THE POISON FAILED AAAAHHHH NO!

I see your daughter. I see the spectre. I see madness... a shadow of the North. I know not why I see these things.

The figure disappeared. A chill passed Mark, and a slight headache came on. "Save. Me."

“Ca-ref-ul.” The shadows surged, and they met at the barrier—inches from his face.

Aelorin shrugged, and his shoulders slumped. The barrier decreased in size gradually, stopping at a point much smaller than it was originally. He crouched down and wrote in the dirt. I cannot speak Clear Find magic. Anything that holds the essence of Aeia. Clear Or the essence of darkness. Clear Or you will be its food

It snapped towards him, and a single claw touched his body as he turned back. Dev evaporated for just a moment, dissolving into smoke—a strange feeling of stagnation came over him. And then he was back. Aelorin stood behind him, a hand on his shoulder. ”No.” The dragon screamed as it dissolved into mist, which then coursed into his body. He could feel the dragon, appetite satiated for now, take residence in his body. ”You will… need to feed it, to stay… alive.” Aelorin smiled. “You’re… like me… now…” He could not feel the other Eternals. @KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren

@Spark of Hope A shadow, taking the form of a hound—hair like spines covering an emaciated body—snapped at her heels when she entered the bubble. Aelorin turned his head towards her, but did not move. The fog swirled around the bubble, and words formed. I see… or it sees… I see you.

@Kansas Stormcursed @Spark of Hope A dark form erupted from the fog—seemingly forming from the fog. it was followed by a multitude of other forms. They rushed at the collection of people—most honoring the shrine of Aeia—devouring them. One of the forms consolidated into a scaly figure, muscle and claw shaped from darkness. Proud wings extended behind the body, and a loud roar of pain sounded. It lashed out, limbs striking whatever close in its blind rage. Its victims dissolved to must, which joined the dragon, seeping under its dark scales. Aelorin closed his eyes, from under his mask. The action was useless, for his eyes were far too damaged to move as such, but it was a familiar action. Something he could feel, almost. The forms pounced on a child near him. The child died. The forms pounced on the mother. The mother died. The forms pounced on the father, closest to Aelorin and the rest of the party. They stopped short, hitting an invisible barrier. Indeed, not a single form seemed to be able to near Aelorin from where he sat. The father collapsed, a cry of anguish coming from his lungs as he stumbled forwards—on his knees as he held the air where his family had been. He died as he hugged himself. The dragon roared again, pouncing towards Dev and pushing a claw through the barrier. It stepped forwards, approaching with difficulty. @Argenti A dark, cloaked form appeared behind you, though none other seemed to notice it.

Aelorin inclined his head, and cleared the dirt. He nodded. He shrugged. Thankfully, most people avoid the chasms. A disturbance started in the mists, the fog consolidating. Aelorin struggled, but spoke. "You... need to run."

He smiled faintly, though it was not visible under the mask. He moved his hands, but couldn't speak further. He wrote on the grass, lines in the dirt.. It is difficult for me to speak. Clear. Something... happened, when I was young. Clear. I wasn't the same. Clear. It is difficult for me to feel.