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Name Level Class Desc
Michael the wandering scholar 38 Mage
You see a plain looking man limping down the dusty road gripping
a gnarled staff. He wears a worn leather duster and a battered
hat. As you get closer you realize that you can't place an age
to him. At first he seemed old and withered, but he has the
features of a young man. Until you look into the eyes. His pale
eyes open into a void that makes you quickly look elsewhere. As
he limps closer, you wonder what sort of trials could break the
body and soul this way.


ShadowHawk whispers "the masked Anti-Bot rides again !" 91 Warrior
What are you looking at, furface ?


Tardling the NutCase<color> of Magic<color> 91 Mage
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... this incessant stubborn dying<color>, |
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this living death<color>, |
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that slays you, oh God<color>, |
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in your rigorous handiwork, |
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in the roses<color>, in the stones<color>, |
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in the indomitable stars<color>, |
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and in the flesh<color> that burns<color> out<color>, |
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like a bonfire lit by a song<color>, |
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a dream<color>, |
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a hue<color> that hits the eye. |
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<color> ... and you, yourself<color>, |
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perhaps have died eternities of ages out there, |
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without us knowing about it, |
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we dregs<color>, crumbs<color>, ashes<color> of you<color>; |
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<color> you<color> that still are present, |
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like a star<color> faked<color> by its very light, |
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an empty<color> light without star |
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that reaches us, |
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hiding |
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its infinite catastrophe... |
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There is no death<color> for us: no hell<color>: no resolution<color>:. <color>|
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Only the<color> essence<color> split and folded from the essence<color>,<color>|
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<color> Halving<color>, and, again, halving<color>. <color>|
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Till strength<color> and intellect<color> lie shared into dust<color>, <color>|
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Too small to think<color>, remember<color> or compute<color>: <color>|
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Pinhead specks of hatred<color>, loss<color> and sorrow <color>|
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Where half-words from a lifetimes memory echo. <color>|
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Now silence<color> pits dark<color> against nothing<color>. <color>|
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Weight renews forever. <color>|
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