Their soul given physical form, created by the strength of will...
[ A person's soul, crystalized by overwhelming emotions and turned into something so hauntingly beautiful. Lux stilled, the thought of that making her blood run a bit cold. And they simply handed something like this over without a second thought..?
Suddenly she wasn't entirely sure that she liked that idea. Their soul should be laid to rest, not freely given to someone else to do with... whatever it was that was done with them.
And that made her wonder as well; was this simply a peculiarity of those born to this world, or could one of them, if they were left to succumb to their own inner turmoil...
She didn't want to think about that.
Hearing his explanation, it all began to make sense. Why his conviction was so strong, how he could speak with such purpose, with a tone of expertise. ]
Innocence, right?
[ Like the cloak and mask he gave her, that he tried to recreate in this world. Yet instead of using this power to fight to protect, these dungeon masters used it to destroy, to tear everything asunder, a prisoner to their emotions.
He spoke of being glad that he was here, that he could help those tortured souls find peace. Then... ]
Does something like this happen in your world as well, then? A soul becoming corrupted by its own anger and anguish?
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[ A person's soul, crystalized by overwhelming emotions and turned into something so hauntingly beautiful. Lux stilled, the thought of that making her blood run a bit cold. And they simply handed something like this over without a second thought..?
Suddenly she wasn't entirely sure that she liked that idea. Their soul should be laid to rest, not freely given to someone else to do with... whatever it was that was done with them.
And that made her wonder as well; was this simply a peculiarity of those born to this world, or could one of them, if they were left to succumb to their own inner turmoil...
She didn't want to think about that.
Hearing his explanation, it all began to make sense. Why his conviction was so strong, how he could speak with such purpose, with a tone of expertise. ]
Innocence, right?
[ Like the cloak and mask he gave her, that he tried to recreate in this world. Yet instead of using this power to fight to protect, these dungeon masters used it to destroy, to tear everything asunder, a prisoner to their emotions.
He spoke of being glad that he was here, that he could help those tortured souls find peace. Then... ]
Does something like this happen in your world as well, then? A soul becoming corrupted by its own anger and anguish?