Windstormugly

Eater of Time
Sometimes tale emerge haphazardly or disconnected, others with meaning and relation drawn from kind.
But by as large sprung of intent to offer insights, into the Frame I call mine.​

So here follow thus what stories told, remaining nothing while remembered.​

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Mortal Flesh 1:​

"I feel every bone in my body grate against the others, I feel the sinew stretch and contract, moving muscles around. Every beat of this hollow heart coursing blood and with it pieces of air. The burning of my cells as they pour sugar into chemical cycles." he said. Turning his hand over, the fingers moving, before looking up again. "Signals sent by hormones and electrons as this fat lumb behind eyes comprehend and control. Sensoric amounts you'd go insane feeling, laid before you continously."

The chair creaked as he stood up, walking closer before pointing a gun dead center between the eyes of his captive. "If I could I'd share this agony with you, but such things are sadly beyond me at the moment."
His captive mumbled something, the cloth stuffed in its mouth made it inaudiable. So the man pulled it out, prompting a caughing fit from the captive.
"Just let me leave, I don't even know you!" it said. Another muffled sound followed as the cloth was forced back in. "And I couldn't care less about you and this world you live in." he said, once again aiming towards a point between now crying eyes.

The gunshot echoed just a little too long in the empty warehouse for his comfort. And the birds lifting from its roof didn't make it better, the brief sound of their claws. He'd leave the body where it sat, head rocked back, dried tears down the cheeks and blood pooling around the chair. The clothes still clean, apart from piss flowing down one leg. The man tilted his head at the scene, a twitch by his eye for every drop of blood. A tremor went through his body ending with the arm holding the gun reverting on the corpse and unloading every remaining bullet.
He walked off in silence with the head spread across the floor.
 
Guh fine i will post something then.

*Final chapter*

” Ship is going down, I repeat the enemy ship is going down” The radio filled with a chorus of excited background chatter when the news broke of the victory. A hard-earned victory.
“Woohoo!! They did it hahaha!” – “Thank the maker he got through” – “Beer is on me tonight folks” .

Tired, weary eyes gazed out through the canopy of the F301 Vulkan. Looking at a large alien vessel descend towards earth in flames.
It was finally over, after so long. He could finally rest.
Ragged breath echoed in his ears when he tilted his head to the side at the right of his dashboard.
A picture torn by the flames that had beset it before vacuum killed its tendrils.
“There...” He spoke, softly pressing his fingers at it. “That should be enough right?”
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Happy now <.<
 
Inconsequential magic 1:
"You have to draw more power into it." Harve'j Mohl said. He was teaching the aspiring mages simple ways of storing magic energies, something they likely would not appreciate for another few years.
The student he was currently supervising, a young female from a noble household, seemed reluctant to hold more energy than she was used to. And thus the self-contained magic was dissipating.

"It's not working, it just keeps leaking!" She said. Dropping her arms in frustration, and with that her focus. The magic suddenly expanded like a slow explosion. Which Mohl stopped with a motion and a wispered word.
"And why, miss, would you drop it like that?" He said. Earning an embarrassed look from the student. "Anyone who can explain why miss Glastone's magic started spreading?" He asked looking out over the students seated in the auditorium. Another girl raised a hand timidly.

"The spell hadn't begun looping itself so when she stopped controlling it... sorry Lily." She said. Obviously uncomfortable pointing out her friend's mistake.

"Excellent observation miss Baker, anything else you'd like to add?"
The silence that followed proved enough for him to continue before long. "What could also be helpful to remember miss Glastone, and this applies to most of you. Until you are well into your arcane practice, whatever spells or formulas you use to shape the power inside and outside your mind. The magic won't do anything you haven't explicitly made it do. Magic without focus nor direction is like oil in water, it refuses to blend because thats not its natural state."

"Tell me, what is the natural state of the magic energies we try to utilize here?" He asked. This time almost a third of the students did actually raise their hands.
 
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