[h3][color=bedded][b][center]Thomas Richard Harrison[/center][/b][/color][/h3]
[center][indent][color=bedded][i]Location:[/i][/color] Edge of the Campgrounds.
[color=bedded][i]Interacting with:[/i][/color] The Stars?
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Waiting for the light. The clouds parting high above, flitting through the filter of the canopy, and traveling the darkest void of space. The longest expanse, the coldest and darkest too, and yet lit by the myriad of cosmic lights. It was under that light which Thomas would bask, like a cold-blooded lizard in the brilliant sunlight to warm its scales, or a wolf to the moonbeam. And come night, may the stars, his brethren come to soak him in their power. For before dawn, they may very well slit our throats, and it was unwise to be unarmed. A wizard without his spells was useless in a battle, and moreso Thomas cared not to keep in the company of those with their earthly tethers. They who kept their feet planted and minds bound, while the spirit longed to return to its place in the sky. Focus, purge through the fever which is merely a nuisance of flesh. Discard the flesh, let it melt away, melt it off under the brilliance of your inner light...

Push through the sound of incompetent fools. Unworthy animals, lesser creatures destined to die. Let them not distract your focus, keep keen on the thoughts of your spell. Let it shape your form, your will, your being. Release that your blood contains, return the power to where it must go. Use it punish those who would interrupt your enlightenment, those who threaten your concentration. Let them feel the burning pain of light upon their weak and putrid flesh. Destroy them,  you do not belong with them. You belong with us, we are your kin, and by our light, you shall be enlightened. Listen to us, Brother, we the Stars shall guide you to your destiny...

Deeper and deeper,
Like the promise of power,
The well is empty.