Mood: The magician holds aloft a vial of deep blue liquid. He grins madly as he swigs its contents, his power surging from the potion's gift.
Smells like: Blueberries squeezed into an ornate goblet, swirling with magic and a whisper of eucalyptus leaves.
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Cold wind swirls around the mage as she climbs the winding mountain path, her eyes alight with cold determination. Ahead a cave opens up, something glistening in the darkness. She holds up her hand, and a flame springs to life in her palm, lighting her way.
Inside the cavern, silver veins trace the stone walls, and crystals jut from the floor and ceiling like daggers or snapping teeth. She winds her way through these, her mind on her goal.
A chest lies in the furthest reaches of the cave, a long-sought treasure within. Her flame reflects off the chest's metal latch, but with a word from her lips, it falls open. The amulet glints within.
She takes it in hand, energy crackling about her. Blue sparks race down her arm into her heart as her eyes begin to glow.
No one will stop her now.
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