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Post by spike on Sept 15, 2013 22:13:27 GMT -8
Spike remains in his guild hall while sorting through his inventory. His sword is kept on his lap. He keeps moving it from his lap to the ground, but the sword keeps latching and pulling up to his lap.
"If I use this ill weapon, I am just assuring my own destruction. If i Don't use it, it could possible find a way to destroy all I love in this town."
He pulls the blade upward. In is murky reflection, he sees his own face on the blade. Twisted and scowling.
"I vow never to kill with you ever again I will dedicate myself to never calling upon your powers again"
Those who nearby hear a response from a raspy voice..."Yes You will. Yes You will"
Spike retires for the night turning out all the lamps.
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