The Portal
07-16-2017, 02:15 AM
The force of the Portal—it pushes and pulls and stretches and presses and contorts. Its stretching arms and and sharp fingers are scrambling to action after so long a rest. A hibernation that nearly lasted a lifetime for this magic-borne place. But no longer.
No, now it is a w a k e.
A vigilance that now sweeps, strips, invades these, small breaths of life. And the Rift, it sucks in huge, rattling chestfuls of such sweet, sweet air. So greedily does it breath that it nearly robs all else of air—leaving gasping, gasping shadows surrounding you.
No, now it is a w a k e.
A vigilance that now sweeps, strips, invades these, small breaths of life. And the Rift, it sucks in huge, rattling chestfuls of such sweet, sweet air. So greedily does it breath that it nearly robs all else of air—leaving gasping, gasping shadows surrounding you.
the Rift
[TRANSFER NOTES : KVASIR ]
Magic:
Offensive: Able to move matter with his mind.
Whispers hiss through your ears; through your soul. Their forked tongues steal away your other magic.
Items:
Vanity: A small bronze branch that grows a flower every morning.
