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"Dance, dance, dance!" The halfling chanted excitedly as the the small leaf which sat in the palm of his hand began to move in a circular motion before it was swept up and sent twirling about the gathered crowd. "Like the great mystics of yore who used the wind to fly, and other devious acts."...

Ooooh, sounds interesting, where would this take place?

Water... Cold... Freezing in the way that meant death. Stinging like a thousand stab wounds. The creeping sensation of deaths embrace, snaking up from the depths of regions no one dared to explore in a vain attempt to snatch ones soul from the cusp of life in the way a eel hunted from the safety...

The djinn cradled her in it's large hand, cupping her like a child would hold a withering flower. To it's chest she was brought and upon gentle winds carried into a large cavity that opened up revealing Luc within. Like the calmness in the center of a tornado, he waited for her until she floated...

Rage. Attack. Survive. The thoughts were rudimentary, the cornerstones of any creature trying to survive. It's rage was directed to the city around it as it lashed out, trying it's best to survive. His own thoughts were archaic as they formed in his mind. His shattered mind. He knew he was...

"NO!" His voice was raw emotion. Pain. Frustration. Anger. The symbiote had called to him. It's connection with Anima was obvious but somehow, some way, Luc began to share in that tether. He had grown to love her and by extension, anything related to her. That was how these feelings worked...

"What do I... Do..." Luc whimpered as he came to stand before Anima. The creature, this Vicar, had made it's grandiose entrance leaving a stunned halfling in it's wake. He wanted to flee with Anima but she herself was now anchored and unmoving. Things just grew worse when she seemed to have a...

The reflective film that covered his body just didn't offer a glimpse of what was behind him bytrelying on simple science. Magic was at work and it gave him a picture perfect view of everything offering a panoramic view of he could view at his command. All he had to do was think about looking...

He was a battle mage, first and foremost. Though he didn't graduate, his time with Lady Eneer had been grueling. She was a wise teacher and under her watch he had transformed from a scrawny halfling to a proficient fighter. He was a well of mana and had been the direction on how to shape that...

Self preservation was not an exclusive thought Luc found as the exit was choked with patrons attempting to flee. He pushed hard, trying to escape as he soon realized all those seated at the table his amulets attacked had been killed. Nay, three still lived and they wasted little time springing...

White hot pain. Searing. He had been aware of the growing warmth going from the amulet he wore but he had frozen in place, watching the horror which unfolded before him. Such horrible music was in use and he watched as each member of the Black Circle burst into flames. He was no different then...

The wind guides you. It's language is known to you. Follow the current Storm Child.. The voice inside of the amulet... No.. His head, spoke to him and told him to follow. And follow he did, guided by winds of destiny itself as the currents went from a mere gentle breeze against his flesh to...

The heavy smell of smoke peppered the air, carried upon the breeze. He closed his eyes and savored the moment as Anima embraced him and spoke poison into his pointed ear... But then if there were words he wanted to hear, were they really poison? Wasn't this the time to cast off the shackles of...

It stung. He didn't expect that. She had threaten him on more then one occasion and he knew himself to be the cause of many of her scowls. Yet traveling with her, he had gotten use to having Blight Witch's company close at hand and it was then he realized that in quite the childish fashion, he...

He was aware of the rare show of emotion other then rage from Nayella and the chaste glances Anima paid upon him. He stood there, stone faced as his brilliant blue eyes swept over the city laid out before them. His stomach was a storm of emotions, longing intermingled with fear. He missed...