"Sell Your Soul" [Private / Magic Training]
SybilThe Star Child
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Lineage : Comet
Position : None
Posts : 1433
Guild : Sabertooth
Cosmic Coins : 39
Dungeon Tokens : 0
Age : 24
Experience : 5,657.5
Character Sheet
First Skill: Star Child
Second Skill: Arc of Time
Third Skill:
@Siren
294
bright lights cast DARK SHADOWS
...when shown from a single direction
She didn’t mind the forest. In fact the mage enjoyed the eternal pockets of dampness and darkness. She moved with ease through its endless tangles of trees and thorns. Famine craved the scent of its decay-- dead vegetation, dead animals, everything dying, even the living creatures incessantly and desperately pursued their next meal, one failure away from the slow descent into death.
Despite a ragged and tired look the mage looked no different, same dark clothes, same menace in her face, She still even towed a book by her side, though the text tucked beneath her time wasn’t her weapon, something else with a lavender and unbinding cover. The branches hanging in the magician's way soon thinned as the mage crept forward through the fading woods. The trees that had moved aside led her into a plateau of crosses, tombs, mud and rag grass.
Silently she shuffled through the rows of buried dead, squinting through a ghostly layer of mist that hung over the already eerie and soundless dump yard of death. With some scouting the guild master located a tombless area, set aside should any more dead be buried and forgotten here to decay beneath the soil… It was a perfect spot.
What she was here for would damn her. She’d burned the guild hall to the ground and thus set fire to all her bridges as well. The Stebern's child had since then only fallen further from her legacy. A good mage, that's what she was now people laughed at the rumor. How could the core of Basilisk Fang, the feared and evolving dark guild, have a heart?... She laughed at the story too.. A heart was something vulnerable and something of a pure soul: two things Famine no longer wished to possess.
Despite a ragged and tired look the mage looked no different, same dark clothes, same menace in her face, She still even towed a book by her side, though the text tucked beneath her time wasn’t her weapon, something else with a lavender and unbinding cover. The branches hanging in the magician's way soon thinned as the mage crept forward through the fading woods. The trees that had moved aside led her into a plateau of crosses, tombs, mud and rag grass.
Silently she shuffled through the rows of buried dead, squinting through a ghostly layer of mist that hung over the already eerie and soundless dump yard of death. With some scouting the guild master located a tombless area, set aside should any more dead be buried and forgotten here to decay beneath the soil… It was a perfect spot.
What she was here for would damn her. She’d burned the guild hall to the ground and thus set fire to all her bridges as well. The Stebern's child had since then only fallen further from her legacy. A good mage, that's what she was now people laughed at the rumor. How could the core of Basilisk Fang, the feared and evolving dark guild, have a heart?... She laughed at the story too.. A heart was something vulnerable and something of a pure soul: two things Famine no longer wished to possess.