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[through-fire-and-archives]

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“I, er, don’t dream much,” he says. There’s something in his voice that quivers, a trembling timbre typically reserved for the nervous act of lying.

Of course he dreams. He dreams of skeletons advancing inexorably, of swords falling endlessly. He dreams of his first death, over and over and over.

“Sorry, really don’t have much of an answer for you at all.” 

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Magic sings in the air, stark reverberation humming in the immediate vicinity as a sourceless wind seems to pick up, like a vortex kicking up loose debris around a central point. It is clearly magic, but there is some otherworldly taint to it, something that is decidedly different than the magics found in these lands, and suddenly blue fire surges into being, the wind increasing as light flashes and then it's gone as quickly as it came, leaving a large body in its wake dumped onto the ground in front of the woman. At least none of it seemed to have hit her.