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I'm still here, promise.
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I've been in such a writing rut for the past few months.....UGH.
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If you receive this you make somebody happy. Go and send this to ten of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. If you get back even better. ♡
Bless you Halia. <3
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*Reaching beyond the Veil*
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If you play FFXIV please like/reblog this post so i can follow you!!
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"I met them once...I meet everyone, once."
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Matter of Life and Death
"Dearest student, you would walk down this road of oblivion with me?" - Valerian Grimveil to Marlowe Morning
Gems to harbor evil, gems to siphon the hatred and malice of such beings, gems to act as prisons for the spiteful departed. Carefully crafted to contain such things, but as all things do even the bars to a prison begin to rust away.
One such prison was given to Marlowe, within such a cell was an entity pulled from the spectral plane where hatred propelled the creature to manifesting in the mortal plane.
He had come to leave it in her hands, a source of power to utilize to push a wayward student along the pathway to deeper understanding of what lays beyond the normal spectrum of vision. A realm that rested on top of the one where mortal traverse.
A plane where the departed wander until they were to join the lifestream that crossed all planes and reintegrated the wayward back into the very star itself. Those who manifested through spite and hatred were sources of power, fuel for rituals that most would deem demented.
Even so, they were valuable teaching tools for those who held within them a gift to tap into things from the shadowed beyond. It was by his guidance did the student learn to call forth an entity of spite before sealing it away within its founded prison.
But the Far East would now come to await them, for a fishing village within the realm of Doma was plagued by a vengeful spirit. Two villagers had met grisly fates by being drowned in the nearby river, surely such an entity could not be allowed to remain.
The dead cry out...and there are those who must answer to silence them.
@the-sycophant
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