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A city floating in the center of a lake, Ravok is a place of dark beauty, romance and culture. Behind it all though is the presence of Rhysol, God of Evil and Betrayal. The city is controlled by The Black Sun, a religious organization devoted to Rhysol. [Lore]
by Daegron on November 25th, 2014, 5:45 am
Fall 73rd, 514AV
afternoon
hah
"now he speaks"
"now he thinks"
The magic:
now he shapes his flesh
now he is using the flux
mesmerize hypnotize
The collective:
indulgence
a being of chaos
benevolence
The Art will twist you and turn you.
It will break you and tear you asunder; from your scattered remains it will shape you.
It will engulf you and spit you out.
It will fester in your mind, disfigure your body and blacken your soul.
And so on and so forth, through an endless chain of transformations till the time comes and you are everything...
Then you'll truly be nothing...
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