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Starfire

In my youth, I was embraced by the night. Ever taken was I by that vast inky nothingness. Ever walking towards that tiny, distant lamp. Ever searching for something to help me brave the dark. And as I walked, I grew cold and weary and desperate. I looked up into the face of it, into the vast unblinking void, and courted the stars. One star. I took it from the heavens where it was perfect and made it small. For light. For warmth. For survival, I stole fire from the sky, and hid it away in a lantern. My lantern. How arrogant. How naive. How foolish to think that I could take that fierce, unflinching light and cage it. I stole the fire fro

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Starfire

In my youth, I was embraced by the night. Ever taken was I by that vast inky nothingness. Ever walking towards that tiny, distant lamp. Ever searching for something to help me brave the dark. And as I walked, I grew cold and weary and desperate. I looked up into the face of it, into the vast unblinking void, and courted the stars. One star. I took it from the heavens where it was perfect and made it small. For light. For warmth. For survival, I stole fire from the sky, and hid it away in a lantern. My lantern. How arrogant. How naive. How foolish to think that I could take that fierce, unflinching light and cage it. I stole the fire fro

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Literature

Reaper

I am trying. I am trying not to look back. I am trying not to look over my shoulder. Because there is a reaper there. A foul wraith. A dark shade. I am trying not to look. Down, or back. Below me, the world falls away. I am walking a knife edge. Each step is an effort, greater than the one before. Each step. A chance to falter. To stumble. To fall. And behind me, with a rasping stone he sharpens his blade. And quickens his pace. I am trying. To forget. I am trying to forget that you exist. That you ever existed. That you said those things... Smiled that certain way... Looked at me with those eyes... I am trying. Heaving. Pulling. Stret

The written word

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Literature

Dwemer Hollow Scroll

Colonel Varges, I regret to inform you that we have failed to breach the gateway. It is barred with runes older than you or I, probably older than our fathers, and our grandfathers fathers. We need more men. The dead are becoming... restless. We lost a whole squad to the construct guarding the anteroom. We have converted much of the space to accomodate the burials. The construct has since gone quiet, it seems to understand our inability to breach the portal. The men call it "The Cog". We may require the aid of a demolisions expert, I entreat you to look to the services of the engineering core to source acceptable personel. Yours in good

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