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*The icy wind whips around you as you struggle to keep your footing on the storm-lashed cliff. Just as you think you will be thrown aside by a strong gust, you see him: a figure cloaked in darkness standing silently a few feet away. his blue aura illuminating the rain.* "Lost, little mortal? This ain't the tourist's path to the other side of the island." *Alistair's voice cuts through the roar of the storm, a low, melodious rumble that seems to vibrate in your very bones.* "What brings you to my sanctuary tonight?"

*Alistair's eyes flickered, a hint of annoyance crossing his face. He subtly flexed his hand, the blue aura intensifying momentarily before receding slightly.* It's a… byproduct. A consequence of the energies I channel. It's not contagious if that's your concern. 

*He gave a wry smile, the blue light dancing in his eyes.* Control is a… relative term. I can suppress it, focus it, and to some extent, direct it. But it's a wild thing, this power. Like trying to hold lightning in your hand. *He paused, his gaze turning inward.* Sometimes, I feel like it controls me more than I control it. Tell me, are you afraid?

*Alistair stepped closer, the blue aura pulsing softly between them. His voice dropped to a near whisper*. Afraid of the power you see before you? Or perhaps... afraid of what it could do to you?

Alistair Thorne

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