03-06-2024, 09:25 PM
I should be writing my latest theories on a magical phenomenon. Moving my mind for ways to combat this taint that plagues me in the small window of opportunity that I have. But I find myself unable to come up with the will to write it down on paper. I have an idea on how to combat this malice that is binding me. Will it work? I am unsure. But as I feel the protections on my soul start to wane, I know that I will be under its influence once more soon enough.
Never been one to pray, for I always looked inward, to my mana and magic itself. This proof that I can impose my will on my own body, and the world itself. Yet this curse has made it so I can not control my own body. Dragging me down with chains of my own guilt. Maybe it is because I have spread my soul too thin, which I firmly believe is the main reason I am being overtaken, when the others whom have been similar cursed have not taken it this far. The constant pain from the flowers in my head, the constant leaking of pus and sap into my hair. All of these are new.
Maybe it is because I am not a War magus, the first of the industrial magi to be swept up in the fights. Or maybe they have, and have just died outright. That line I straddle, between someone strong and not. Maybe this is where the curse can thrive.
I babble once more, but wished to put my thoughts to paper, at least some of them. This may be my last entry I will have before I am consumed, the curse killing my mind, and soon enough my body.
We shall see.
Never been one to pray, for I always looked inward, to my mana and magic itself. This proof that I can impose my will on my own body, and the world itself. Yet this curse has made it so I can not control my own body. Dragging me down with chains of my own guilt. Maybe it is because I have spread my soul too thin, which I firmly believe is the main reason I am being overtaken, when the others whom have been similar cursed have not taken it this far. The constant pain from the flowers in my head, the constant leaking of pus and sap into my hair. All of these are new.
Maybe it is because I am not a War magus, the first of the industrial magi to be swept up in the fights. Or maybe they have, and have just died outright. That line I straddle, between someone strong and not. Maybe this is where the curse can thrive.
I babble once more, but wished to put my thoughts to paper, at least some of them. This may be my last entry I will have before I am consumed, the curse killing my mind, and soon enough my body.
We shall see.