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Pretty much.
Then did your roles mean anything besides the actor you were playing?
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Pretty much.
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Oh they could, but destroying an entire race isn't really befitting a god of magic or war or nature. We had our parts to play after all.
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Essentially.
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It wasn't for lack of trying, but I honestly wasn't that concerned with it at the time. Plus it all came off as a bunch of incomprehensible jargon. Anyway, as far as how they did it, I assume much the same way the rest of us gods did when we started filling the void with things. By their will.
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I don't know. I didn't look into the specifics of their system for mortal use.
*Scratches the back of my head*
That and uh, I kind of zoned out whenever they started talking about it.
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*Shrugs*
I suppose.
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In a manner of speaking. Although if a shell is not used to defend, or otherwise falls, then the soul is left vulnerable to swift and often instantaneously fatal attack.
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*Smiles*
And no, that's just the natural volume at which beings such as myself are at when in such a state.
NOW...
*The light fades as my physical body reforms, reality stabilizes, and the words and intentions cease. Bound in the constancy of flesh once more*
My world did have mages like you describe, although in our case it was a shell generated by their souls that they could "burn" to create a variety of magical effects in mundane reality. They could also use it for defense with enough training, which was quite smart of them since those who lacked the knowledge of how to defend themselves with their shells would find themselves at the mercy of mages of a more... malicious persuasion.
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*Halts midstride*
Hmm. Perhaps it's best if I give a demonstration.
*Places a hand over my chest as my body falls away to reveal a brilliant golden light, from the center of which flows endless streams of arcane words, esoteric variables, and pure primordial intent, all of which reach out to affect the surrounding landscape in some random way*
AS YOU CAN SEE...
*A blade of grass sitting nearby shifts into a rabbit before morphing into a crab, and then returning to its original form*
IT IS NOT EXACTLY CHANNELING THROUGH REALITY, AS I AND MY KIND EXISTED LONG BEFORE IT, MORESO REALITY BENDING ITSELF TO ACCOMODATE OUR DESIRE.
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*Chuckles*
Not exactly. What I can do is more akin to channeling one's own will to change reality. Putting it simply anyway.