Right- death himself, visited this place.
He- isn't usually one to visit, but there was a servant from my world here- Rider.
Ankarlon, death, took him back to my world.
To his domain. -frowns-
The one place that I cannot stay in. I'll always visit him as a friend, but- I'll always have to leave because of my burden.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postApparently the guy behind the Red Winter is some kind of savant beyond all expectations.
Its' theoretically possible but the understanding required is fundamentally a taxing task, even for the best.
Only Chester should have that kind of understanding.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postEnhancements-
A form of continuous spell, rather than a curse.
Upping my reaction speeds, slowing my perception of time, making myself faster, stronger- augmenting what my body can do.
Being able to pick out details as if I'm at the very height of adrenaline.
Abusing the laws of momentum to give me a stronger punch.
Things like that.
Its' mentally taxing, but the alternative is giving it to myself in the form of a curse, and then when I don't need it having to work on removing the curse.
More effort than just stopping a spell.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-a beautiful winged white elk stands outside-
-his antlers are long and spiraling, forming a heart when the branches of bone join together-
-his hooves, antlers, mane and tips of his powerful wings are a shimmery golden color, like someone painted them in delicate, perfect gold leaf-
-his eyes are red like rubies, cold and serious-
-he has no saddle, but he does have what looks like a medal hanging around his neck-
-he is quietly eating grass outside, not bothered by the light snowfall-
All our wishes can come true

...Will that stop you?
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