Re: Magnus'a Meanderings: The Hunt Begins
You pull out the statue of Egwene, and turn it over a few times while thinking. You then embrace the flame and the void and seize the power. The dream world takes on a vibrance a little closer to the real world as you do. The world seems to resonate with the ebbs and flows of the chord of raw power you hold in your hand.
You siphon off a thin tendril from the main torrent of power, a process that in and of itself is exhausting, and see it's smokey thin trail pulse between a brilliant orange flame and a purple ichor glaze. You guide back to wrap into the main branch of the power that your holding and concentrate on having it flare hotter, to burn away the corruption in the tendril
As the tendril pierces the stream you feel your soul shudder in pain and watch in horror as time seems to slow down and as the tendril rejoins with it's source it collapses in on itself before exploding outwards, searing your flesh and covering you in a coating of vileness. The flame and the void quake, and for the first time you see a flash of the darkness flicker in your flame.
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You find yourself jolted awake by your pain, and roll onto your side as you begin expelling any food and water you had. To your horror you vomit a black paste, congealed blood mixed in with your previous days meal.
Meanwhile your skin feels hot, as if you had stayed in the sun for hours.