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Blood-born memory Visions, urges -- murderous. The blade, licked clean, shines
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| Ancient rhythms call. Dancing, pounding sacred ground. Blood sings in response.
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Minds boil. Skin transforms. Mystic signs and portents blaze. Ignored, now found again.
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| Deeper dark Magicks, from the dawn of time erupt. Come to glowing life.
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Sing to the Ancients! Their price is not just a world. The stars are aligned. |
| Ancestral voices intone from primitive lobes, shouted to the stars.
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A great eye opens. Hearing what was once silent. Slumber breaks softly.
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| Grandfather of old reaches toward his grandchildren slowly gaining strength.
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Forgotten ghosts join. The singing can now be seen. Spectral voices rise.
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| Servants of the dead visible to the living join the danse macabre.
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Drumbeats pounding out. Feet stomping, shuffling, bleeding. The veil slides, weakened.
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| The dancers tire. Ecstatic energies spent. Spinning slowly down
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One by one, they drop. Life force traded for power. Visible rents form.
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| As night fades to dawn, they slink away exhausted. Power coursing through.
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Hallowed forces sigh. Mere Magicks were not enough. Portals slammed close.
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