Rynturning_Light

Ok Canadian gotcha

I’m at the store, yall want anything? (idk, I’m bored and actually at the store)

*pat pat* *for revenge*

*I will not put you in air jail*

…I will put you in air jail

I am so sore from my lift yesterday, it’s not even funny

I read that like hi-et lol (I’m on a hiet guys ) and YOUVE TAKEN MY SIDE NO TAKE BACKS

Liesssss

Lies

ASH HI why is thou sleepy

I am NOT short Yall are just freakishly tall Revealing my height was the worst decision I made

Who started the patting bit? I think it was Shatter now everyone I know does it I have never been called “pattable” irl, so I must be doing something wrong here

I don’t like this game anymore (jkkk)

WHYYYYY WHY MUST I BE PATTED my moms gonna take me to Costco today :DD

HI ANY SPECIFIC REASON YOU HAVE ENERGY TODAY ALSO WHY DID I GET BONK I JUST WANTED TO TALKKKKK

What’s up nerds Im bored and think trying to revive this would be funny how’s everyone?

“I wouldn’t expect you to. Unless one comes from Corotto, our magics are typically unknown.” Sol narrowed his eyes and the stranger, “Many grand, impossible things. Dangerous things, when used carelessly. But those abilities aren’t meant to be used by mortals. Why do you wish to know?” Sol accepted the items carefully. He seemed weary, and almost hopeful. ”Thank you.”

Sol looked on, considerate, “it depends on the source. My very being is of Kaos, but replacing the essence that which sustains me could very well work. What did you have in mind?”

“I do not know. Reforging anchors is a delicate process, requiring a direct connection into Kaos. The final Rift was sealed, and Chemia will not let it reopen for risk of the venor escaping.”

“A small bit of Kaos still flows through me. It will as long as I have my physical form.” Sol holds up his hand, “it is just channeled through my form instead of my anchor, and, as mentioned, this has consequences.” Sol looks to the new arrival. His eyebrows furrow, his expression changing to one of suspicion. ”Hypothetically. Chaos’s essences feeds off emotion and will. Depending on the magnitude of a person’s mind, an anchor could…shift bearers.”

“My anchor was…broken.” Sol pauses, before continuing, “I followed the will of Chaos closely, and it led me to doing…cruel things. I would like to blame it on madness or grief, but the truth is, the power I was given was all I wanted, and I used it as I thought I should. I- I wanted to ensure that none of us could be sent back to that darkness. “Chemia stood against my actions, against me, and in our final struggle my anchor was shattered.” Sol looked to the ground, “When they sealed the Rift, I should have been sent back to Kaos with my siblings and lost to the Abyss. Instead, I find myself here. I do not know why.”

“That is what anchors are for. They allow us to pass through Rifts without breaking. When in the hands of certain venor, they can also be used to siphon and channel Chaos’s essence safely.” Sol’s fingers twitch at the explanation

“Strange…” Sol said, “No, all things that enter Kaos lose their physical form. It is no more than an Abyss. My siblings are trapped there, and I cannot say I blame Chemia for placing them there. We are not a kind essence.”

Sol looked to Sandy, “it is…a source. Everything my reality is founded upon comes from the battle between the entities Chaos and Order. Their battle has lasted many centuries, and in time they have grown and evolved. Chaos…stabilized in a way, creating the first of the venor, my siblings, and founding itself into Kaos.” Sol paused, staring off into the distance, “all things I know are of it. I am of it. It was my home, my power, and eventually…my prison.” He took another pause, “that, however, is a very long and tragic story. One that would be best left untouched for now.”