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;When Entering Dragon's Roost
:A prison of craving. Captives of desire. A cradle for the contracted.
:My blessing, O one of brief life.
:The witless avert themselves to concrescence.

;After Receiving a Gift
:I exalt thee, and grant repayment for your fatuous undertaking.
:Sublime payment calls for equivalent recompense.

;After Bond Level Increase
:This chance assembly was inexorable.
:You are me. I am you.

;Idle After Bond Level 1
:Ruination is mellifluous. Ruination is the timbre of beauty.
:The darkness of infinitude. Your words are salvation.
:Your domain is an ephemeral dream. A moment's serenity.

;Idle After Bond Level 10
:The collapse of the axiom. The loss of that which guides. A soul, plunged into madness.
:I am immutable. Undying. Thus, in this place, I am.
:Consummate gregariousness. Uncommon light.

;Idle After Bond Level 20
:The abyss in the fathomless. I am emissary of the imprisoned.
:You, unshakable. Your visage blurs with my true desire.
:A moment vacillating in the interstice of dimensions. A dream? Reality? Brumously does it sway.
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|StoryName=The King in Yellow
|episode1Content=
Early one morning, a young man 
wandered a forest's depths in search 
of medicinal herbs. Search he did 
until the sun grew old and dim, 
yet nothing did he find.

"I must head back before I lose the 
light," he thought. Just then a bird 
cried out like a most horrible scream, 
and a fierce beating of wings could 
be heard on the wind.

He cleaved through the brush in 
search of the sound's origin, and 
soon beheld a bird writhing and 
struggling as it slowly sank into a 
stone as if it were a swamp.

As the bird was consumed by the 
stone, silence fell once more on the 
woods. The yellow-green stone was 
small and oval shaped, but otherwise 
unremarkable in all respects.

Looking around, the young man saw 
a number of feathers scattered in the 
vicinity, which suggested that what 
he had witnessed was no dream.

Enslaved by curiosity, he extended a 
hand and seized the stone. He slid it 
into his empty herb pouch and made 
quick his leave, entrusting the forest 
to the ever-stretching hand of dusk.

Illuminated by the lantern's light, the 
stone atop his table was even more 
beautiful than it seemed in the forest, 
and the way it swallowed insects and 
small animals alike awed the youth.

The stone consumed any living thing, 
but merely enveloped the lad's arm 
in gentle pressure when he plunged 
his arm into it. It seemed they had 
formed a symbiotic relationship.

One afternoon, the youth caught a 
large lizard. But when he made to 
feed the stone, he realized it was 
no longer atop his table.

Thinking he had perhaps knocked it 
down, he fell to his knees and 
searched the floor, but did not find it. 
Feeling indescribable loss, the youth 
rose to his feet with tears in his eyes.

Just then, there was a terrible 
knocking on his door. When he threw 
it wide, he saw a familiar face—a 
local shepherd, his face as pale as 
a summer's day is long.

"My sheep," he said in a trembling 
voice, "they've all up and vanished 
in the night. Gone. All gone."

The youth knew the man lived on the 
edge of town and kept some forty 
sheep—and of course, the word 
"vanished" made him think of his 
missing stone.

But the youth turned the shepherd 
away, insisting he knew nothing. 
He then closed the door and looked 
back to the table.

The stone was returned, as if it had 
never left at all. The youth stared at 
it, thinking this must be a bad dream, 
and the stone slowly warped in 
response, almost as if it was...smiling.
|episode2Content=
Seeing the stone warp like a 
wicked smile, the youth knew 
it was responsible for the 
disappearance of the forty sheep.

How did the stone move? He did not 
know—and had little desire to learn. 
All he knew was the stone had to be 
disposed of, and that there was 
no time to waste.

The youth's first idea was to return the 
stone to the forest, but soon realized 
his folly—if the stone could move, 
returning it to its original location 
solved nothing.

Thinking to smash the stone to 
pieces, he took a hammer from his 
toolbox. Again and again he swung 
down upon the stone with all his 
strength, but alas! Nary a scratch!

"Perhaps it can be burned," thought 
the youth. He lit his fireplace and 
tossed the stone into the flames, but 
it did not even redden in the heat.

Realizing the stone could not be 
disposed of, the youth changed his 
plan. He locked the stone in a sturdy 
iron casket he used to preserve 
herbs and buried it in his backyard.

Thinking there was no way the stone 
could escape from a locked iron 
casket, he made to put the entire 
event behind him.

The following morning, the still-sleepy 
youth beheld the stone sitting atop 
his table and bolted for the backyard 
in a mad frenzy.

He turned up the earth he had dug 
the previous day and took out the 
iron casket, which was still locked. 
But when he removed the lock and 
peered inside, the stone was gone.

He began to wonder if he had buried 
the casket without the stone and 
soon dispelled this notion. But as he 
wandered back into his house, he 
saw the stone had vanished again.

The youth stumbled out the door, 
sending the casket crashing to 
the floor. He ran for town in a blind 
panic, seeking to tell someone— 
ANYONE—what had transpired.

On any usual day, the town plaza 
would be bustling—but there wasn't 
a soul about. It was almost as if the 
town had always existed this way, 
alone and abandoned.

The lad knew at once what had 
occurred. Seized with despair and 
regret for his actions, he plodded 
home, each footstep weighted down 
by his own endless grief.

As expected, he found the stone 
sitting atop his table. Before he 
could think, he reached out, 
grabbed the stone, and swallowed 
it in a single gulp.

A merchant spoke of a strange town 
a few mountains' distance from here. 
If it were just attacked by fiends or 
bandits or claimed by a plague, it 
wouldn't be much of a story, but...

The people of this town vanished, 
leaving all their worldly possessions 
behind.

The merchant thought someone 
might return as night fell, so he 
borrowed a home and waited. 
And though night did indeed come, 
the townspeople never did.

Fearful now, the merchant thought 
to leave and travel by moonlight. 
But sensing something squirming 
outside the window, he neither left 
nor slept, but simply waited for dawn.

"But enough of such macabre tales," 
the merchant says as he opens an 
iron casket and removes a beautiful, 
yellow-green stone.

"Unusual, don't you think? Still, 
I'd hurry if I was you—a find like 
this doesn't come along often!"
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