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Boysenberry - A Soft Place to Land
Main entry
Timeframe : 1260
From his vantage on the hill, Sethan focused on a single point amidst the chaos that engulfed the fort, where demon after demon tumbled to the ground. The magic rolled through him, an ever circling wave that roared up his spine and spilled from his fingers. It buzzed in his ears, set his vision swimming, and left every inch of his skin tingling, until it felt as if he must be not standing firmly on the ground as he knew he was, but floating, suspended in magic itself. It was exhilarating; the way the magic filled him and fled him, only to return again, the false sense that he could, if he chose, turn the whole army before him to dust. But every wave took its toll, and soon he was left on his hands and knees, his whole body shaking and buzzing and heaving for breath.
Main entry
Timeframe : 1260
From his vantage on the hill, Sethan focused on a single point amidst the chaos that engulfed the fort, where demon after demon tumbled to the ground. The magic rolled through him, an ever circling wave that roared up his spine and spilled from his fingers. It buzzed in his ears, set his vision swimming, and left every inch of his skin tingling, until it felt as if he must be not standing firmly on the ground as he knew he was, but floating, suspended in magic itself. It was exhilarating; the way the magic filled him and fled him, only to return again, the false sense that he could, if he chose, turn the whole army before him to dust. But every wave took its toll, and soon he was left on his hands and knees, his whole body shaking and buzzing and heaving for breath.