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oh noo Cas got put under a curse that made him half-feline I bet this won't conse any quencies-

Willkommen in der Frühaufsteher-Hölle😈 okay, okay das war wieder zuviel Pathos von mir. Sagen wir willkommen im Vorhof zur Frühaufsteher-Hölle😇 Ihr wisst schon worauf ich hinaus will. Zu wenig geschlafen, zu oft wach geworden und wenn man dann endlich gemütlich schlummert, passiert was? Der Wecker klingelt! Irgendwie hat das letzte Woche mit dem Frühaustehen besser funktioniert. Noch bleiben ein paar Tage in dieser Woche in denen wir das hoffentlich besser hinbekommen oder das Tor zur Hölle endgültig aufstoßen.

Apropos Hölle, ihr erinnert euch daran daß ich letzte Woche zu mitternächtlicher Stunde zum Tischtennis gegen den polnischen Meister herausgefordert wurde!?! Muss zu meiner Schande gestehen, dass ich zwei deftige 0:3 Klatschen kassierte.

( 陰の太陽 ) —

Though it had long ago grown cold, far darker, than ages past, Anor Londo changed little. Its keeper watched over it just as he had since it had been abandoned in a time now long forgotten. And just as in ages past, he left it rarely. The world outside held no place for him.

The passing years had changed the landscape outside. No longer did the city tower out of reach. A city in its own right had sprung up in its shadow, a snow-covered paradise that mirrored its inspiration in all the ways that it could. The Dark Sun, from his perch, had watched it take shape, grow. And in some ways, he had aided it. Though his power waned, his influence did not. Yet all the while, Anor Londo remained a tomb for a time never again to return, empty save for those who watched over its walls.

Until now---

His eyes passed over the man before him, a sorcerer, it seemed. He could smell it on him, sense it, that desire for power. He, too, had once yearned for such secrets, a power beyond faith. A modicum of respect grew within him at the realization. But, what, he wondered, drew a man here? Only death ruled this place now. Surely, he knew---

The Dark Sun rose from the chair he kept as a throne, modest but well-tended. His eyes moved carefully over the man before him. Then, calm and quiet, he spoke.