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has anyone done this yet

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please stop forgiving my sins I worked so hard on those

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The Dark Pt 3 (Repost)

I walk back through the tunnel I’d passed through, the light I had summoned remaining. I now carry the most valuable thing to me, the book that contains the knowledge I need to get my lover back from the death of her world. As I walk, I recall the end of all things, the death of a world, and the loss of the love of my life… We had seen it coming. Though not who would bring the end, and in doing so, doom themselves. In the last days, I had been plagued by visions, ones I still can’t get out of my head. Visions of a boy, imprisoned. And even now, I must wonder whether I could have changed the fate of that world. I have been told I could not have by Afen. But could he have been wrong? Were the world deaths that I saw able to have been stopped? I doubt it, for he rarely led me astray. Yet now I am straying from his path, and going down a path forbidden to them. The universe is cruel. Yet I will not lose to it. I will get my love back. And yet… I worry. I worry that she will not know the man I am now, the one who has gone to such great lengths to retrieve her from the dead, the one who has had to fight to learn how to return her to the world of the living. I am, in some ways, the same knight who lost my life so long ago, so shortly after telling her I loved her. And in others… I am the once dead, the master of magics, the champion of my order. And the witness of worlddeath. Not once, but twice. That is enough to break any man. And yet, I am still unbowed. I do this all for you, my love. I miss you. I return to the cavern, and send the ring of magical light upwards. It shows rubble blocking the way I had entered. No matter. A rune easily broke down the barrier. “Chaos control.” In a flash of emerald light, I appear in the cave mouth. I am so, so close. I begin to walk towards the hideout I had made, not wishing any other mages privy to my doings, lest any try to stop me. I hope not to be interrupted…

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The Dark Pt 2 (Repost)

As I pass through the tunnel into the depths of the earth, a strange sense of gloom overtakes me, in spite of the bright light ahead of me. Something is odd. I begin to recall why I am here. That tome. The tome that will bring my lover to me once more. It is supposed to be in this area. Was my falling down here part of my destiny? Is this ancient text down here? No, I’d best not get my hopes up, lest they be dashed. I only know that the tome is near, not where it is. I continue down the dark passage, lit only by the brilliant glow of my magic. There is something ahead. I know not what. I can sense it. It is…not alive. I shall likely need to draw my blade to deal with this, the runes will likely take too long to obey. They do not like being used for harm. Not that I use them often for such purposes. My blade and simple magicks will have to suffice. I round a turn in the passage, and see a large room, carved out of the stone. In the center is a pedestal. On each wall is a stone figure. One, a warrior with a large axe, is glowing. Mayhaps the runes will obey after all? I stride into the room, glowing runes encircling my hands, as I cast a transmutation spell upon the statues which are not glowing. The stone shifts to a glass, which I could shatter with ease should the need arise. However, there is the one glowing one. It has noticed me. It begins to move, with a strange silence for the massive weight it no doubt possesses. I draw Dragon’s Tooth, my blade, forged with dragon’s flame in the heart of a mountain, and prepare to face the stone warrior. I approach slowly, knowing any wrong move could very well end me. It charges, heedless of any attack. Which is unfortunate. I leap out of the way of its charge, as it smashes into one of the glass statues. I try to cast a rune upon the stone floor, attempting to make a wall between me and the golem. A barricade is formed, though it does not last but a few seconds. I will need to end this fight quickly before I am killed, yet how…? Fortunately, the golem possesses little skill. Telekinetically, I pick up pieces of the stone wall it shattered as I evade its axe swings, and slam the stones into it, knocking it off balance for a moment. In that moment, I swing Dragon’s Tooth. The sword has little effect upon the stone. Oh dear. I immediately backpedal, avoiding the next swing of the axe by a mere hair. The stones had more effect. I telekinetically lift them once more, and knock the axe off course, and begin to pummel the stone golem. It takes little damage, but more than Dragon’s Tooth was doing. I unleash a small blast of Chaos magicks into the golem, hoping for the best. Remarkably, the golem simply shatters. The other statues do not rise as I begin to go towards the pedestal, which hopefully holds my prize. I find a slot in the top of the pedestal, holding an ancient tome. It is far too deep within the pedestal for any to get it without destroying the text. None save a telekine. I reach out, lifting the book with my magicks. The book falls into my open hand, as I sheath Dragon’s Tooth. I carefully read through the titles on each page. Finally, the correct runes, and thus, the correct ritual, are mine. At last, my love shall be returned to me. Now…all that is left is whether any other mages will attempt to stop me.

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The Dark Pt 1 (repost)

Dark. I wake to the dark. I fell, I think. There is rubble scattered around me. I slowly rise, uninjured. Is that normal? I think so. It seems like nothing fell on me. I look up, and see nothing but endless blackness above. Doubt I am getting out that way. I outstretch my hand by instinct, and my fingers move in an arcane gesture. A circle of runes lights up around my hand, their brilliant blue glow lighting the whole of the cave. What is this? Magic? I can cast magic? I suppose I must be able to, or I wouldn’t have these glowing runes around my hand. And yet… something still seems off. I look around. It is damp and cold down here, though not as cold as one would expect. The walls appear to have been worn down over the millennia by water, creating organic seeming shapes. There is an odd smell of…brimstone? No, that’s not quite it. What is it, then? I raise my hand, encircled by runes, and push the air with it. The runes expand into a ring of light ahead of me, lighting a tunnel, that appears to go down. I begin down it, my heavy cloak dragging on the floor as I walk, knowing no fear for anything in this abyss…