I dove headfirst as I always do, into a wonderful world of digital avatars at war; crafting magical fables, Epics, and adorned with Legendary Artifacts. In this journey, I found a crumpled, discarded Plain Letter while transversing Coldheart Interstitia.
The parchment was dripping with Arcane Residue, and inscribed upon the page was a series of enchanted sigils that forced my vision to peer through the in-between, my hearing to listen to the ineffable. With mind untethered by the shackles of prose, I slipped into the realm of metaphor to give you a transcription...
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-{[Dear <Master Warlock>,]}-
<Elune-Adore, Thero'shan.
Bal'a dash, malanore.
Ishnu-dal-dieb,
(Selama ashal'anore!)>
Ritual of Summoning to make magical memories
Across the continent, what a beautiful tune,
"The world is filled with mysteries,
Be alive, with utmost Reverence to Elune!"
"No more Blood and Thunder then,"
I mused, as I turned my coat Red to Blue,
Buried my hatchets and rerolled Human,
Even though I used to eat Gnomes as a rule.
We both sank to our knees and crawled,
Edged along the Chains of Domination
Soaking in Cleansing Pain on bared souls,
All before the Banshee Queen's Redemption.
We both descended into abstraction,
Among the geometric realm of numerology;
Arcane Intellect burning in your gaze,
You grinned, "Destruction over Demonology."
We both love to survive (thrive in combat),
Therefore we declared an endless duel;
With Bloodlust we Time Warped,
Each sparr adding explosive fuel.
While you began your true training at Sire...
I was molded by Onyxia and Ragnaros,
I have studied every item and castable skill,
And I fought back reflexively, I suppose.
Need I remind you? Subjugate doesn't work
on a Real Player who's not a Demon
When you bent that rule, I tried all abilities.
Shaping realities is simple for a student of Riemann!
---[Sorry not sorry != SOS]---
[Sorry not sorry (White),]
for the Mind Vision and Power Word: Shield,
What am I to do when facing Conflagrate?
Psychic Scream to escape (but never Mind Control),
Just before you disintegrate me with Incinerate.
[SNS (Tan),]
for Spell Reflect, Shield Wall, and Last Stand,
The first resource I learned was Rage;
At least no Mortal Strike nor Execute,
Just Defensive Stance while locked in a cage.
[SNS (Navy),]
for calling upon my Ancestral Spirit and Reincarnation,
I will never stop using Far Sight,
Astral Recall brings memories of Heroism,
Even for a momentary delight.
[SNS (Blue),]
for the Blizzard and Counter Spells;
I have a talent for the Lonely Winter.
At least I never Polymorphed you;
Ice Block just to stop a Succubus's flogger.
[SNS (Dark Magenta),]
for the Sigil of Silence and Thick Skin,
Spectral Sight allows me to see thru deceit;
Banish only works for six seconds, quick:
Double Jump and Glide to a quick retreat.
[SNS (Purple),]
for nullifying your Fear and Death Coil,
I know Curse of Tongues as a Demonologist;
Drain Life to turn me into a Soulshard?
That requires killing blow on a duelist.
[SNS (Pink),]
for Rebuke under a Shield of Virtue;
Chaos Bolt wounds can be gory!
At least I never chose Retribution,
Unto you I still sing the Word of Glory.
[SNS (Red),]
for riding On a Pale Horse to Raise Ally;
You demanded a Sacrifical Pact,
But truth bending makes my Blood Boil,
So I Asphyxiate the manipulation space with just fact!
[SNS (Orange),]
for my Thick Hide and Lightening Reflexes
You dropped an Inferno (might makes right)
Survival Instincts kicked in for both of us,
(I shapeshift to Flight Form rather than fight.)
[SNS (Yellow),]
for stun locking using a pure logic Combo;
I knew the risks yet still, Rolled the Dice,
Even though I knew your Tricks of the Trade,
Vanish is more appropriate than Slice and Dice.
[SNS (Spring Green),]
for maintaining a Brewmaster's Balance,
Just trying to Detox from Corruption
Leaving my spirit behind, in Transcendence,
Seeking refuge in Zen Meditation.
[SNS (Green),]
for a critical Steady Shot to regain Focus,
Running away with Aspect of the Cheetah.
(At least no Feign Death, just Disengage)
Euclid will guide like Krishna in Bhagavad-gita.
-----{Pondering like Arjuna}-----
This duel ceased to be honorable
When you threatened to send summons
For all the Stormwind City Patrollers
(Stockades to be my new commons?!)
I'm still learning how to play a Healer.
Tried to replace Vampiric Embrace with Prayer of Mending;
Such challenge, meditating on Apotheosis!
Holy Shock overwhelmed a Circle of Healing.
The Party is disbanded, yet not all is lost.
Necromancy palely imitates Resurrection,
Yet Monks can still Resustitate (But at what Cost?)
Maybe one day we will all learn Absolution.
-------{∅}-------
Winds be at your back;
May the Light embrace you,
May your blades never dull,
May the Stars Guide you.
-{[<(Ru shallora enudoril)>]}-,
Monoid the Confessor, Healer in Training
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