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I was a dead star shone red into the infinite dark I bled
A dying city my inhabitants long dead
maintenance kept me just shy of that envied flat-line
My roots dug deep
your branches mixed with mine and my roots together entwine with thee and thine
Until I could no longer tell were you me?
Or was I mine?
Did I bleed out? Or did you bleed in?
A death that lasted yet was not mine
But was thee and thine
Here at the end
Time’s Den
To see with Dead and Dying sight
A strange mix of you and me
and through thine blooded light
A stranger’s might.
Impossibly bright.
Beginning.
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Dying star, burn still bright
Cling to Life with all your might
The ampitheatre's long abanroned
The city's gone and left you stranded
Your empty audience lies dreaming strange
You stand, unheeded on it's stage
But somewhere else your light has travelled
The darkness that it's touched unravelled
Some will will drink your crimson light
Some won't know the subtle light
But out there, somewhere, your light will find
Another soul to touch and guide
Even unseen, your beauty shines
And will be treasured, by all who find.
So stand tall and proud, and enjoy the show.
Your life has reach you'll never know.
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Note to self check the weather before going on the nightly jog.
Barely a mile in and I get blindsided with a duststorm. Good old AZ
Where grit and sand get into places they were never meant to go
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I can relate. Last year I spent an hour hiding under a bridge because I got caught in a massive rainstorm while biking home. My wife couldn’t even come pick me up because the streets were flooded.
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Had to throw the shirt and gym shorts out. It was like the grit had become solidly enmeshed in the fabric and like hell I’m gonna ruin the washer and I’m not willing to have sandy clothes every time I wash.
Hahah lessons were learned.
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One time me and a buddy went for a run without checking the weather and some how missed that there was an active tornado watch in the area. Halfway into the run, the skies got dark, like might as well have been night, winds were threatening to uproot trees (and us) and it started raining sideways. We had to take shelter in a nearby building until it passed.
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Any tips on writing a boss battle?
Thinking on maybe doing Raid Boss style. Haha
Ghoulneedle after needs needs a fitting ending.
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I've seen some examples, I might be able to help. How many participants, how powerful are they and what established combat methods have they shown?
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Boss is an epic 25th level wizard with Wiz 20/Archmage 5 (Homebrew)
With the following buffs
-Warden Of Undermountain. The Wards of Undermoutain protects its master granting damage reduction based on how many prisoners are interred in Undermountain.
- Heart Of Undermountain- Great power is drawn from demons and other fell horrors trapped in the demon level. Once per the lich’s turn. Morovith can attempt to draw on this wellspring of power but may take no other action this turn. Roll a d100.
And one passive
- Spellcraft Phylactery- As long as the epic spell Darkened Sky exists. Shielding the necrocracy from the damaging effects of the sun. Morovith cannot be permanently destroyed and will return in 3d20 years. As long as Morovith exists Darkened Sky cannot be suppressed or dispelled with its effects resuming in 3d6 rounds. If Morovith sacrifices an epic level spell. The effects resume immediately.
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Penultimate chapter of Ghoulneedle completed.
*crosses fingers* Please let the finale flow
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Dreams are weird. This thing could rupture universes by will alone and cause stars to supernova by looking at them.
Its galaxies were breathtaking works of art. Somehow it knew I pitied it and that pity was an insult. For all its power it just didn’t have that spark required for life. Like having all the ingredients for a recipe but still somehow missing a vital component. Sorta like wanting to make a pizza but not having an oven.
It said life was pointless but I’ve never known the answer so inherently.
I said the point of life was to live. That it had no right to insult even a single living cell. Since they just by existing were doing what they were meant to.
Its worlds were beautiful. In a sad sorta away for the one thing they all had in common was that they were devoid of life and always would be. It is the height of tragedy that all that beauty and breathtaking views were for it and it alone. And I couldn’t help but pity it.
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An echo of sentience, unable to shift from it's predetermined path or turn against it's nature.
Funnily enough, this is roughly how I understand the ideas of angels not having free will.
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Sometimes I do not wish to dream.
For it's impolite to see with eyes that are not yours.

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QuoteSometimes I do not wish to dream.
For it's impolite to see with eyes that are not yours.

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