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[title] => Cloudform
[time] => 2004-09-04 22:28:35
[hometext] => Song descriptions for three of my songs that are linked to one another based on the question: Chaotic Good + Lawful Evil = True Neutral? The answer of which was more or less proved through song.
[bodytext] => The Creaking of Fogs Cradle Wandering the streets late at night with a bright moon shining above a cover of fog begins to fall shrouding all in thick dark clouds. It shifts and twists a living creature an abomination that blinds your eyes. Faces and shapes haunt your every step none of it real but illusions to cause dread. By sound and touch do you navigate a risky trip hearing things that are not there with a constant prick on the back of your neck as the fogs icy hands touch your warm flesh. Without even realizing you could fall in a ditch or walk into sharp objects. You'd be dead without ever knowing what killed you except that it was the fog that lead you. Alignment: Lawful Evil Race: Half Elf Class: Dark Knight Major Inspiration: Silent Hill The Afterglow of Mists Aura Walking the streets during the middle of the day with the sun shining brightly above. It begins to rain forming a fine mist translucent and shimmering with color. The mist is not thick but light and pretty a refreshing feel on a steamy day. Every step forward is satisfying the mist wrapping around you like a reverse jacket keeping the heat out and the cold in. It makes your trip more comfortable no longer sticky and dreary. Once the rain stops the mist remains for a few minutes an afterglow lasting just long enough to return to an air conditioned room. Alignment: Chaotic Good Race: Half Elf Class: Dragoon Major Inspiration: Its opposition Clouds of Mist and Fog Twilight arrives precisely when it was foretold to come. The sun falls halfway down the horizon. A dome burning fiery orange surrounded by blurred air; heat so strong its presence can be seen with the eyes. The blur grows and grows rising from the cracked earth. It comes up in funnels of white cloud with traces of color twisting around one another becoming very thick obscuring the landscape. The sun burns through the clouds orange and bright. Once it fully sets the clouds recede into the earth and in place of the setting sun now rises a full moon. Alignment: True Neutral Race: Elf Class: Monk Major Inspiration: My very good friend Erin [comments] => 1 [counter] => 161 [topic] => 40 [informant] => Ethereal_Engine [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => fantasy )
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