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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Ripzerai" data-source="post: 3230163" data-attributes="member: 38324">The Glimmerskinit's an infinite star, a sea of meaningless light that goes on and on. Supposedly, there are settlements where creatures of flesh live protected from the sheer overwhelming intensity of life. I never saw them. Before I left the plane, I never "saw" anything. It's all light, no gradations, nothing for vision to pick up. Indeed, there was hardly a "me." I was nearly one with the plane, nothing but a feeling of restlessness surrounded by a circle of maddeningly serene elders. The elders do not want us to leave. They disapprove of our adventures. But we became increasingly addicted to them. The feeling of flesh, of air and water and fire and earth, is like nothing on my plane. Most of all, we grew addicted to battle, to adrenaline and sweat and pain and victory and defeat. This is life, not the stale and constant boredom of the positive energy plane.The elders are increasingly impatient. They say we are interfering with the development of souls. They say our skin-riding is an abomination.But where did the elders come from? Why are they so different from us? Where did they get their serenity, their knowledge of the workings of other planes, and most of all their individuality?Of course, they were once like us. Perhaps for centuries they lept from body to body on this wondrous material plane, and in the bodies of warriors and adventures they learned about magic, money, sex, and of course the struggle for life in death in the thick of battle, until they finally felt ready to retire. And they presume to judge us.I only hope things don’t go too far. With the knowledge and skills they must still have, it would be very awkward if they came to collect their wandering young.</blockquote>

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