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The chosen faceless:
The faceless have mobilized. Ten to a given mage, with me at the helm. Much of the outside has been walled off, and the door to Krimsun's keep acting like a meeting point. I can hear his intentions within my mind, and I relay the orders to my people.
Our gate to the inside has been blocked, a small secondary enterance remaining in its stead. Crossbow archers line the upper walls, Ballistas positioned on towers to pick off invaders at a range.
And as for magic...
Krimsun's old lab has been repurposed. The faceless mages have armed themselves with whatever they can find, leaving me with the catalyst sword made of my own flesh.
Soon, wizard. Soon.
The faceless have mobilized. Ten to a given mage, with me at the helm. Much of the outside has been walled off, and the door to Krimsun's keep acting like a meeting point. I can hear his intentions within my mind, and I relay the orders to my people.
Our gate to the inside has been blocked, a small secondary enterance remaining in its stead. Crossbow archers line the upper walls, Ballistas positioned on towers to pick off invaders at a range.
And as for magic...
Krimsun's old lab has been repurposed. The faceless mages have armed themselves with whatever they can find, leaving me with the catalyst sword made of my own flesh.
Soon, wizard. Soon.
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Flash Fic: Self-Confidence
You see a lot of things when you work at a hipster coffee shop. Artists, college students, business men, moms. The artists are funny because you can pick them out based on how either self-conscious or pretentious they are (yeah, the sticker on your laptop is totally cool, man). And you can tell the difference between artists and college students because the latter just look young and wide-eyed; plus they're always huddled together in groups (because going somewhere alone is terrifying at 18!).
When the vampire came in, holding a rose, I waited for his order just like anyone else. He actually asked me for blood sausage. I said, "That's not on
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ablaze
I see roses blooming in foreign soil.
My envious eyes covet them from afar.
So I destroy what’s not mine to get what’s not mine.
Thorns pierce my skin as I pluck it from the bush.
And as my blood drips it starts to boil.
How dare it hurt me!
So I set it all ablaze.
And the one I picked wilts away.
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fantasy persona oc
Name: Sky Windsurfer
age: late 20's
gender: male
Occupation: Wanderer///handyman//Mystic scientist
Appearance: 6' 3", 176 lbs, light brown skin, jet black hair , royal purple eyes, wears a classic layered jacket , a travel cloak over that, travel pants and hiking boots
Personality: curious by nature, a lover of science and logic but reacts on emotion mostly , is willing to help those around him as long as he gets paid , but isn't a mercenary in any way he will help if it means that the person he is helping is in dire need and has no way of compensating him for his services
powers: Knows a wide array of spells including time and space ma
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