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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


    [open]  the world was on fire & nobody could save me but you; any
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    Every passing minute made him wonder why he came back in the first place. No Valley, no raids, no plotting or schemes. Just the dull quiet of a dead and dying land every which way he turned his head.

    That simply would not do. He was nothing if not a master of chaos.

    Night time in the Meadow would be the perfect place to stir things up. It had been some time since he had flexed his magical muscles, and though he did enjoy a good show of power he had no intentions of burning their sleepy little world to ash. Not all of it, anyways. His gaze fell on a particularly bare spot and with nothing more than a toss of his head the dirt caught fire. He urged the flames higher and higher, until nearly the entire Meadow was bathed in a warm, orange glow. With a smirk he waited, sure that his flames would draw someone out to him.

    Ooc: Want to do some short, no pressure posts? Need to knock the dust off? Flamevein has started a bonfire in the meadow! Feel free to join the party! BYOB lmao
    "Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice. What I've tasted of desire I'll hold with those who favor fire." - R. Frost
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