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Ringed Oath
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    Time 45m
Ongoing, First published Aug 28, 2025
Mature
7 new parts
The act of managing, constricting or directing power.

Control.

In a world so hungry for power, there are few that search for control. Often the ones in power lose sight that control is more..."powerful", more...impactful than power. Power loses to control. 

The blade is a commonly feared weapon. The harm it has on the body is excruciating. In order for the knife to harm, it has to be within a close distance because it happens with the people you hug the closest. Knives rely on perfectly aligned and timed variables. Knives act on power. 

Poison is the one people should fear, however. You don't have to be close to a person in order to be a victim. Poison leaves no trace. No fingerprints. No blood. Just the body of the victim. Poison doesn't need to rely on being put in a vital area or how much blood is lost. Poison works alone. Poison doesn't need any variables. Poison is the one in control.

A blade is powerful on its own. But with poison smeared on top, they can work together to destroy everything .

Until the blade starts to rust, then everything crumbles to the ground.
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