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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


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    [complete]  What boundaries would you push?
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    <style>.new_container {background-color: #16828b; width: 500px; border: 1px solid #000; border-radius: 10px 10px 25px 25px; box-shadow: 0px 0px 10px 0px;}.new_image {width: 500px; border-radius: 0px 0px 25px 25px;}.new_name {text-align: center; font: 25px 'Georgia', serif; color: #390b47; letter-spacing: 25px; opacity: 0.5; padding-bottom: 25px; text-shadow: 3px 3px 6px;}.new_quote {text-align: center; font: 20px 'Georgia', serif; color: #390b47; letter-spacing: 2px; opacity: 0.5; padding-bottom: 10px; font-style: oblique;}.new_message {text-align: justify; font: 14px 'Verdana', serif; color: #390b47; letter-spacing: 1.5px; margin: 45px;}</style><center><div class="new_container"><div class="new_message">The mountain before her stood intimidatingly tall and powerful. It is all of the recent events that draw her here now. The lose of her love Aten, of her son Kalil, of the certainty she had always felt. The threats of the south, the attempts at Taigas leadership, the attempt on her life, of her people. 

    She finds herself hesitating and she knows why. Under any other circumstances she would not be here. She was never one to seek out power. Every trait she had gained since arriving in Taiga had been blessed upon her by fate. An unknown encounter with magic. Even the soft purple glow that emanates from her now was by chance... or was it?

    She pulls her peace close to her heart and her mind before beginning her ascent. The way isn't easy, it isn't ment to be, but she makes it to the top. Slowly moving across the flat surface. Maybe the hundreds of horses who had been here before her had made it so? Maybe it was the power of the mountain? 

    Her deep purple eyes glance around for a moment, she imagined Aten coming here asking the fairies for his dragon mimicry before his disappearance. With a slow steady breath she reaches out across the platue.<b>"Hello."</b> her voice comes soft, timid, but certain in her decision. <b>"I am looking for a gift to help my land, my people, my children. I know not all gifts are such... helpful.. but I have faith that with the right heart behind it I can utilize it for such."</b> 

    In. Out. In. Out.

    She breathes steadily as she waits.</div><div class="new_quote">forget me not; but never remember</div><div class="new_name">Lethy</div><img class="new_image" src="https://images.unsplash.com/photo-1495220164257-32a229200b39?ixlib=rb-1.2.1&ixid=eyJhcHBfaWQiOjEyMDd9&auto=format&fit=crop&w=1050&q=80"></div></center>

    Izora Lethia is looking for dragon mimicry, with water elements.
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    What boundaries would you push? - by Izora Lethia - 06-12-2020, 01:24 PM



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