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I hope for your sake you don't earn both. You won't die, at least not yet. But you won't make it out of this desert without learning the basics of a discipline.

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Lets-

*grits my teeth in pain for a second*

Begin.

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Let's.
*Cracks my knuckles*
Time is an abstract structure, the nature of which we can only hope to grasp. Thus, we visualize time by nature of analogy. Of similitude. It's an imperfect way of looking at that which we serve.

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I see... for reverence... when I traveled through time, it would appear as a constant flow of light and shattered shards of glass. Those shards... acted like portals. Windows of time that I could look through. But there were also times where my powers displaced me without me attempting to use them. Im sorry if you've ever had to clean up after me..

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That's not a concern right now. Right now, you need to bind yourself to one of those disciplines. To me, time is a boundless desert.
*Waves my hand, swirling the sands around my arm*
The sands are aimless, directionless, and will swallow you up to be forgotten. The water freaks prefer to look at time's forward movement and seeming inevitability, with many tributaries and vortices. There are many other disciplines as well. Once you've adopted one, you can tap into many of time's deeper essences.

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That's not a concern right now. Right now, you need to bind yourself to one of those disciplines. To me, time is a boundless desert.
*Waves my hand, swirling the sands around my arm*
The sands are aimless, directionless, and will swallow you up to be forgotten. The water freaks prefer to look at time's forward movement and seeming inevitability, with many tributaries and vortices. There are many other disciplines as well. Once you've adopted one, you can tap into many of time's deeper essences.

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I tend to see time as branches mentally. Strands that can be manipulated.

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Your right to life—
*The bone cracks, but from within each crack arises another smaller skeletal arm that latches tighter onto the creatures as it's dragged into the murky depths below*
Is forfeit.

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*I stare as the room slowly dissolves around us, getting smaller, but more detailed and matching the halls that we entered before it*

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One dungeon guardian down.
*The shadows and cracks eagerly retreat*
Where is that worthless spirit?

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*The armor remains and gems and gold coins rise up from the ground around it*
Hm…

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Looks like completion awards. They may be cursed, though.

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The coins and gems are cursed, but that armor isn’t. From what I can tell.

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*Shrugs*
Beats me, I didn't think they'd reach this far. We'll make it out, though.

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Droll: And what do these entities have to do with me?

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Monk Sy'lóxa: *Shrugs* Don't know... It is your journey to find out i'm merely the messenger

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*Nods as i proceed to walk through the bars of our cell and then look at you* You coming or what? It's not like we are bound to the physical boundaries of the cell anymore. In fact we can even fly if we want to, we are basically ghosts.

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Droll: Someone from the order must have selected me.

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*When you near the boundaries, the crystals embedded into the bars erupt into ethereal electric-like pulses*

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*Reels back while a copy of me manifests by accident on the other side* What in the... *I point to my other self as my other self points back at me*