06-02-2019, 08:00 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-25-2019, 05:56 PM by Wysteria Fairy.)
<link href='https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Tulpen+One|Mrs+Saint+Delafield' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'> <style type="text/css"> .magnus_container { position: relative; z-index: 1; background: #585756; width: 600px; border: solid 2px #1b1a18; box-shadow: 0px 0px 15px 1px #000; } .magnus_container p { margin: 0; } .magnus_image { position: relative; z-index: 5; width: 600px; border-top: none; } .magnus_text { position: relative; z-index: 8; width: 580px; margin-top: -150px; margin-bottom: 10px; background-color: #1b1a18; } .magnus_message { z-index: 8; position: relative; font: 12px 'Times New Roman', serif; text-align: justify; color: #bab9b7; padding: 30px; } .magnus_name { text-align: right; font: 15px 'Times New Roman', serif; text-transform: uppercase; color: #bab9b7; letter-spacing: 3px; padding-bottom: 30px; padding-right: 30px; } .magnus_quote { text-align: left; font: 12px 'Times New Roman', serif; font-weight: 800; color: #bab9b7; padding-top: 30px; padding-left: 30px; } </style> <center> <div class="magnus_container"> <img class="magnus_image" src="https://i.postimg.cc/4dbc7hpm/mag.png"> <div class="magnus_text"> <p class="magnus_quote">but she's bringin' the moon and stars to me -</p> <p class="magnus_message"> It takes him some time to make his way back again.
Perhaps it is because he has been told to wait. Perhaps it is the more than small distraction of a war coming to his shores. Perhaps he simply has been distracted by the joy that persists through it all—the small gifts of being given a family again, a woman to love desperately. Regardless, when he does come again, it is with a renewed purpose. He had watched hell rain down on Tephra—threaten his family.
He knows more than ever that he cannot lose Isle.
He knows that he has to keep trying.
The climb up the mountain does not get easier with time. From the first time coming off of it during the Reckoning to his first time climbing it to ask for Tephra—it remains difficult, and he supposes that is right. It is not a journey to be made lightly and with his heart heavy, he certainly does not consider it such.
He golden neck is slick when he finally makes the ascent, despite the frigid bite to the air, and although he remains warm from his own internal heat, he feels the ache of it in his bones.
When he finally comes to a stop, he lifts his gold-flecked eyes up, his handsome face raw with all of the emotion that pounds in his chest. “You know what is in my heart,” he says softly, his voice low because he knows they will hear him. “I will climb this mountain every year, if that is what it takes.” There are storms in his eyes as he looks into the darkness for a sign of them. “I watch her life threatened in this latest war. There is only so much I can—anyone can—do to protect her. I know that. Even immortality has its limits.”
He stumbles on his words a little, feels his heart trip.
“But I have to try. I have to ask.” <p class="magnus_name">- Magnus</p> </div> </div> </center>
@[Officials] - Magnus is back to petition for Immortality for Isle.
Perhaps it is because he has been told to wait. Perhaps it is the more than small distraction of a war coming to his shores. Perhaps he simply has been distracted by the joy that persists through it all—the small gifts of being given a family again, a woman to love desperately. Regardless, when he does come again, it is with a renewed purpose. He had watched hell rain down on Tephra—threaten his family.
He knows more than ever that he cannot lose Isle.
He knows that he has to keep trying.
The climb up the mountain does not get easier with time. From the first time coming off of it during the Reckoning to his first time climbing it to ask for Tephra—it remains difficult, and he supposes that is right. It is not a journey to be made lightly and with his heart heavy, he certainly does not consider it such.
He golden neck is slick when he finally makes the ascent, despite the frigid bite to the air, and although he remains warm from his own internal heat, he feels the ache of it in his bones.
When he finally comes to a stop, he lifts his gold-flecked eyes up, his handsome face raw with all of the emotion that pounds in his chest. “You know what is in my heart,” he says softly, his voice low because he knows they will hear him. “I will climb this mountain every year, if that is what it takes.” There are storms in his eyes as he looks into the darkness for a sign of them. “I watch her life threatened in this latest war. There is only so much I can—anyone can—do to protect her. I know that. Even immortality has its limits.”
He stumbles on his words a little, feels his heart trip.
“But I have to try. I have to ask.” <p class="magnus_name">- Magnus</p> </div> </div> </center>
@[Officials] - Magnus is back to petition for Immortality for Isle.
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