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<blockquote data-quote="Blade of Desecration" data-source="post: 2171908" data-attributes="member: 27325">The door creaks slowly open, and a slight draft blows into the room.&nbsp; But nothing else.&nbsp; The door creaks closed, and all seems the same as before.&nbsp; Except... you feel... cold.&nbsp; As if the very fabric of your mind had been laid bare to the unkind pryings of the universe.Something stirs in the shadows of the corner.&nbsp; Just as an outline begins to define itself, there is nothing.&nbsp; Funny, you could have sworn there was something there.As you go back to your drink, you can't seem to shake off the feeling that something is with you, something not natural.&nbsp; You turn to remark the feeling to your neighbor, and instead find yourself staring into a pair of yellow pits.As you stare, it begins to take shape.&nbsp; First a head forms around the eyes, for that is what they are.&nbsp; Then a torso.&nbsp; Then arms.&nbsp; Soon a pseudo-natural mass of shadow.&nbsp; It resembles a man, but how could it be?&nbsp; For how could a man permiate the surrounding air with such a sense of... wrong.You look back up to the eyes, and with a shock, realize that this being has no face.&nbsp; Or does it?&nbsp; You can't seem to tell.&nbsp; One moment it seems to resemble someone familiar, then the next it is blank once more.&nbsp; Suddenly, it does have a face.&nbsp; Your face.&nbsp; Then the blankness once more takes it, and it becomes a smooth mass of shadow.In you mind, you hear a voice.&nbsp; It is strangly terrifying, as if the speaker were both laughing and screaming at once.&quot;I am the Blade of Desecration,&quot; the voice murmers in your mind, &quot;the blood of the world weeps for you.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Blade of Desecration, post: 2171908, member: 27325"] The door creaks slowly open, and a slight draft blows into the room. But nothing else. The door creaks closed, and all seems the same as before. Except... you feel... cold. As if the very fabric of your mind had been laid bare to the unkind pryings of the universe. Something stirs in the shadows of the corner. Just as an outline begins to define itself, there is nothing. Funny, you could have sworn there was something there. As you go back to your drink, you can't seem to shake off the feeling that [I]something[/I] is with you, something not natural. You turn to remark the feeling to your neighbor, and instead find yourself staring into a pair of yellow pits. As you stare, it begins to take shape. First a head forms around the eyes, for that is what they are. Then a torso. Then arms. Soon a pseudo-natural mass of shadow. It resembles a man, but how could it be? For how could a man permiate the surrounding air with such a sense of... [I]wrong[/I]. You look back up to the eyes, and with a shock, realize that this being has no face. Or does it? You can't seem to tell. One moment it seems to resemble someone familiar, then the next it is blank once more. Suddenly, it does have a face. [I]Your[/I] face. Then the blankness once more takes it, and it becomes a smooth mass of shadow. In you mind, you hear a voice. It is strangly terrifying, as if the speaker were both laughing and screaming at once. "I am the Blade of Desecration," the voice murmers in your mind, "the blood of the world weeps for you." [/QUOTE]

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