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<blockquote data-quote="tglassy" data-source="post: 7834572" data-attributes="member: 6855204">Titus took responsibility of the town with some reluctance. He led them to rebuild and tried to be fair when he needed to deal with conflicts. It was a task he had been raised to, after all. But in the back of his mind, he felt another presence. One that had grown stronger since his last bear death experience. A taste, it said. This was a taste. Staring out his bedroom window, he held the knife to his hand. It was dark out, a new moon. There was almost no light. And yet he could see as if it were brightest day. A quick motion, and a long cut went down his palm. He saw the blood well up. He felt the pain. For a moment. Then he saw the wound close. Seal. And leave not even a scar. He had a reservoir of magic in him, one that took any damage he incurred. It was not limitless. If he continues to cut, eventually it would fail. But if e had a moment, he could replenish it almost effortlessly. He did so constantly. Every time it failed, he replenished it. He would not be caught unawares. This new magic scared him, even as he was entranced by it. He felt that there could be so much more to it. So much more power. But he could tell the next time he was taught something, it wouldn’t be for free. He would have to pay something. He was afraid of what this mysterious master that appeared in his dreams would ask for. He was afraid, because he just might give it.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="tglassy, post: 7834572, member: 6855204"] Titus took responsibility of the town with some reluctance. He led them to rebuild and tried to be fair when he needed to deal with conflicts. It was a task he had been raised to, after all. But in the back of his mind, he felt another presence. One that had grown stronger since his last bear death experience. A taste, it said. This was a taste. Staring out his bedroom window, he held the knife to his hand. It was dark out, a new moon. There was almost no light. And yet he could see as if it were brightest day. A quick motion, and a long cut went down his palm. He saw the blood well up. He felt the pain. For a moment. Then he saw the wound close. Seal. And leave not even a scar. He had a reservoir of magic in him, one that took any damage he incurred. It was not limitless. If he continues to cut, eventually it would fail. But if e had a moment, he could replenish it almost effortlessly. He did so constantly. Every time it failed, he replenished it. He would not be caught unawares. This new magic scared him, even as he was entranced by it. He felt that there could be so much more to it. So much more power. But he could tell the next time he was taught something, it wouldn’t be for free. He would have to pay something. He was afraid of what this mysterious master that appeared in his dreams would ask for. He was afraid, because he just might give it. [/QUOTE]

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