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maskormenace2019-11-28 05:27 am
thecacophony) wrote in maskormenace2019-11-28 05:27 am
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You know, I think I'm starting to get a handle on this Thanksgiving holiday. After our cheeky flirt with the End Times, I've managed to get some extra reading in.
There's plenty of magic in my world, you see, and people born with the ability to use it. Mages, witches, whatever you want to call them. It's said they all have a special destiny too, a higher calling. When you're young, and that destiny manifests, well, kiss your freedom goodbye. Training, studying, perfecting this gift that you're given, all for what they tell you is a magnificent purpose. People, of course, being as fucking awful as they are, means that purpose includes a lot war, and death, and losing what's important to you.
What little you have for yourself in this kind of life. A special destiny doesn't give you very much in the way of reward. Not a lot of choices. Except, maybe who your friends are, who you love. Other magic users, those like you who understand that magic can be a barter. All of that power, the ability to shape weather, shape your own body to whatever form you like, to crush an entire army with just your fists, but it always comes at a price. Your breath, the face you're born with, the blood in your veins. The ability to feel anything but endless fucking tedium.
Magic is a price and someone willing to pay it, and maybe that sounds like love too. They're both, after all, fucking terrifying. But for the sake of sentiment here because we're in some shitty holiday, I guess it's easier knowing, through blood, or pain, or sacrifice, that we aren't alone.
Anyway, this boredom is really starting to chafe my ass raw. Does anyone here know how to make swords?
There's plenty of magic in my world, you see, and people born with the ability to use it. Mages, witches, whatever you want to call them. It's said they all have a special destiny too, a higher calling. When you're young, and that destiny manifests, well, kiss your freedom goodbye. Training, studying, perfecting this gift that you're given, all for what they tell you is a magnificent purpose. People, of course, being as fucking awful as they are, means that purpose includes a lot war, and death, and losing what's important to you.
What little you have for yourself in this kind of life. A special destiny doesn't give you very much in the way of reward. Not a lot of choices. Except, maybe who your friends are, who you love. Other magic users, those like you who understand that magic can be a barter. All of that power, the ability to shape weather, shape your own body to whatever form you like, to crush an entire army with just your fists, but it always comes at a price. Your breath, the face you're born with, the blood in your veins. The ability to feel anything but endless fucking tedium.
Magic is a price and someone willing to pay it, and maybe that sounds like love too. They're both, after all, fucking terrifying. But for the sake of sentiment here because we're in some shitty holiday, I guess it's easier knowing, through blood, or pain, or sacrifice, that we aren't alone.
Anyway, this boredom is really starting to chafe my ass raw. Does anyone here know how to make swords?