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A blind Carrion has a street rat reading this to him- stopping him midway to burst out in laughter at the idiocy

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LETS GOOOO ALCHEMY FOR LIFE

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Smart choice (nice man) (there was no bad word here) >:(

How many times (aprox.) have you said the nword (SERIOUS QUESTION)

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A Songsmith's Dream Through the portal, he fell- through the water he walked, A land of music, of color, and wonder! A hidden paradise, a bastion of perplexity and confusion, What secrets lurk within, what secrets hide- now within grasp? Oh my, what a beautiful place, baptized in the song of the world! Never quiet, forever playing songs of antediluvian origin, Of ancient slumber. Oh, how these songs play in this land of wonder. As he walked through the roseate mists that swirled within the sky, His eyes would wander, his form entranced.. What was there to see? Hidden within the mists there he was- playing the piano, singing a tune of lost origin. A blue cloak ‘pon its back and a song within the echoes. Why do you sing? Why do you call through the forest? And so the creature of the mist turned- confused and frightened. It would stand in posthaste- running through the leaves! Oh, he would follow, he must see where this leads. Through branches they broke, over roots, they would jump! “Stop running” he called to that thing of haze, “I only wish to speak!” though the thing turned unfazed. It would stop and stare at the man of life. “You of flesh- you must leave.. Lest you shall become like me.” Become like it? Nothing but wind? A hand raised that man would look ‘pon his own.. Pink mists within. Frightened and alone he would fall, what could he do to avoid this fate? Was he destined to stay forever in this place? Oh, he could not concentrate to escape this state. Who knows what the mists thought, yet it stepped forth, Pity within forgotten eyes, fear in lost voice- “Take this.. Take it and run.” it would call through the winds, A blue cloak was handed to the man who had resigned to his fate. And so it was taken, a voice coming into mind “Run you coward- I shall not stay here” Confused and lost the man would place the cloak ‘pon his shoulders.. And so it would light- it would dance it would sing! A flash in the darkness and he would return- What was that realm? What was that place? He would raise his hand to look- to see if he escaped fate. And there it was, nothing but flesh, a proper appearance. A sigh of relief a gasp of air! Yet a voice in the echoes- “You should have stayed there.”

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A Call to Xionists, The Black Crusade Brothers and Sisters of Xion, Today another tragedy has occurred ‘pon this soil that we all call home as we stand away from where East meets West. Many of our numbers have hoped for Unity, we are but a scattered group who hides in the shadows and avoids the light of the day- baptized in tenebrous radiation. Yet today a Wonk, a creature who had done nothing was slain by those who are our enemies- Druii, disgusting practitioners of claimed Divine magic, following gods who hide amongst the cosmos. I call ‘pon my brothers and sisters, be you of the Four Paths, the Fifth, or Cosmos, to answer my call of Black Crusade- we must unite under a purpose, not a banner. We shall slaughter the Druii who have tainted these lands far too long- the ones who call themselves the Vale, abusing nature, abusing life in the name of some God. May the sun set ‘pon their lands for the Black Sun rises. Yours, Brother Cain

A fallen Druid is disgusted by the liars who call themselves Druids A creature hears of his friend's death, saddened greatly by the bastards of the Vale! They claim to be Druids, they Claim to care for nature yet they do this. This is why the druids are liars and their claims of the Aspects are nothing but lies to support their abuse of the world "And so we Crusade." That creature would say.

A creature metagames this information

A bird like thing would smile as it would read the missive- perhaps this would all be more fun than it thought.

A creature blinked at the very obvious use of dark magics being claimed a miracle- but that is not his business.

If I give you magic will you abuse pex for me? 😌

not badly written- but god the ptsd of izkuthii

A symbiotic creature agrees with the infernal- for the void must be destroyed. . Removed from this plane. A wandering bird allows it's beak to crack into a smile, rows of shark like teeth shown- oh how it hungered and wished for this and now it has come. It was time to return to the Mother so it may feast on the voidal. "Kuul ra'hzakuz zkaat." it would cackle loudly through the forest in which it rested, birds flying away from colossal beast. And so it moved.

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A mage stares at this is in disgust- at least hunt for decent magics.

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