Summoner Hand

IceweaverIt was hailing earlier today. Ping-pong sized ice balls could have killed somebody. 'That would not be a pleasant way to die,' she thought. Luckily enough, though, the hail had turned into a rainstorm. She checked outside her door and the ice balls had melted minutes previously. Horseback riding suddenly sounded like a bad idea.Iceweaver


The NecromancerDeath intrigued him. Many of his friends and family died of natural causes and a girl in his community had commited suicide. 'I am getting closer to death every day,' he realized. But then there was the fact that he had started to study the nature of death, and in it, necromancy. 'I will save the world with this knowledge,' he thought. 'I shall be the greatest Necromancer in the world.'The Necromancer


Song of RestIn the city one can only hear the Song of Rest on any given night. When animals can rarely ever be heard in the distance and the wind howling in the distance woos one into sleep. Inside of a house the listener of the lullaby cannot sleep. Is it insomnia? No. He knows that his destiny is calling to him, but he cannot hear it. It is cloaked by the Song of Rest.Song of Rest
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Think outside the box, collapse the box, and take a fucking sharp knife to it.
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Eurie Malefici
Eternity in the palm of my hands.
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