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"If I can't move the heavens above, I will move Hell" Sah sighed, looking up at the winter sky. "The only truly dark magics were death, necromancy, and those that manipulated others via blood or minds. Almost all other magics were basically neutral. Any magic back home could be used to harm or help, even 'dark' ones. Magic was a weapon whose allegiance rested solely on the individual. And the only magics considered 'light' were healing and physical light, but even those could be used to harm so their status as true 'light magic' was debatable amongst most." He explained, using air quotations as needed. Magic was so widely used where he was from, so accepted, that its designations were far more loose and up to interpretation. It baffled him how strictly viewed magic was here in Caido. As the Citadel began to come into view, Sah hummed. For some reason seeing it once more, for the first time like this since he originally arrived, felt odd. It almost seemed to solidify in his mind his situation. He was truly in a new world, a new body. A new life before him and hopefully a new home as well. Even as he felt hope, his grief was not forgotten. He was still a wolf without a pack, and the wrongness of that would likely never fade. sah There stood the wolf in the winter wind Full of fearsome might There stood the wolf in the winter wind King of the winter night. -Tim Vallie