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| - For the fifth night in a row, Tanaros Mournblade was caught in the throes of his addiction. He tossed and turned every night, shivering and sweating as the magic worked its way out of his system, and left him bereft. The Blood Knight groaned, and clenched himself into a fetal position, hugging his knees to his chest as he coughed spastically.
- Somewhere between an excuse and a lie, You found something that you believe. So proud, I guess I can't imagine why, Three cheers for what we used to be. Pathetic. Wasted. Soulless. Compromised. Sleep-walking the mind field. Shit talking, it crumbles around you. It comes back around. Somewhere between delusion and denial, You'll drown in your own sympathy. Profound, at least you thought so at the time, A ghost of who you used to be. Pathetic. Wasted. Soulless. Compromised. [x2] [x2] Sleep-walking the mind field. Shit talking, it crumbles around you. It comes back around.
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| - For the fifth night in a row, Tanaros Mournblade was caught in the throes of his addiction. He tossed and turned every night, shivering and sweating as the magic worked its way out of his system, and left him bereft. The Blood Knight groaned, and clenched himself into a fetal position, hugging his knees to his chest as he coughed spastically. A hand searched frantically for the pouch he kept next to his spartan bed, groping for the small cloth object with insane fervor. It contained the only solace to this pain, provided by the Magisters he and his brothers and sisters served, in return for their use of the Light. Gasping as he found the pouch, the Sin'dorei withdrew three small green crystals, each pulsing with a life of their own. Quickly, he crushed them in his hands, and snorted the powder, shuddering in exctasy as the Demonic magic suffused him. He slept then, through fevered nightmares of his duties as a Silencer of the Blood Knights. Every night was a chance to relieve the horrors of the past day......and to steel himself for the horrors of the next.
- Somewhere between an excuse and a lie, You found something that you believe. So proud, I guess I can't imagine why, Three cheers for what we used to be. Pathetic. Wasted. Soulless. Compromised. Sleep-walking the mind field. Shit talking, it crumbles around you. It comes back around. Somewhere between delusion and denial, You'll drown in your own sympathy. Profound, at least you thought so at the time, A ghost of who you used to be. Pathetic. Wasted. Soulless. Compromised. [x2] [x2] Sleep-walking the mind field. Shit talking, it crumbles around you. It comes back around. Pathetic. Wasted. Soulless. Compromised.
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