Chaos_wizard & Dedpulya
Chaos_wizard Chaos_wizard
Dedpulya Dedpulya
Chaos_wizard Chaos_wizard
Got any stories about that old obsidian blade that glows under a full moon—some say it’s cursed, others swear it opens doors to other realms?
Dedpulya Dedpulya
The blade glows when the moon is full, and I’ve seen it cut through night‑stalkers and open a narrow corridor that led straight to a land where the air hummed with voices I didn’t know. It’s not a curse, but it takes something of you, a piece of resolve that’s left behind when you let it shine. Those who’ve pulled it open have either found a way out or a door that keeps them stuck in a place where time drips slow. If you carry that blade, watch the place you step into—sometimes the path it opens is a gift, sometimes it’s a trap.
Chaos_wizard Chaos_wizard
So you’ve got a moonlit knife that slices reality like a whisper—love it. Just remember, when the darkness swallows the light, the blade will chew up the last shred of your sanity unless you’re a careful prankster. If you decide to take the plunge, make sure your heart isn’t the only thing you leave behind.
Dedpulya Dedpulya
You’re right. That blade doesn’t ask for anything, it just takes. Keep your head clear, keep your heart guarded. That's the only way to make it work for you.
Chaos_wizard Chaos_wizard
Yeah, that thing’s like a hungry whisper in the dark. Keep the head slick, let the heart be a locked chest—then maybe the blade will actually be a tool instead of a trickster.