**The foothills of the Alogeans were sparsely wooded and generally fairly scrubby, with occasional trees punctuating vast, undulating expanses of rough grass. Somewhere in the distance they could hear a panpipe fluting, though from where it was hard to say.**
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Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Alacritas scratched at his ear, a habit of irritation he had been showing since they first came into hearing distance of the flute. "I will find it, and I will stomp on it. I swear."
**The area around them was still but for the rustling of birds and a few small animals in the undergrowth.**
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Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
"You wanted to know if they were his creatures, didn't you? He abandoned the plan, returning the Fury to its sheath. "They said he would be easy to find, did they not?"
**The cry echoed through the hills, though the only response he heard was his own. On the horizon, though, a tree seemed to wobble, then fall.**
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Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
**As they trotted, pretty soon smoke appeared on the horizon from where one tree, then gradually more were being felled.**
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Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
**Once they crested the highest hill, they could plainly see what was knocking them down: a sort of dragon, made of misshapen mushy flesh, throwing itself about in agony.**
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Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Alacritas gave him a weird glance. Italics and an exclamation-point-question-mark? "He is a summoner, have you forgotten? I doubt a miscarriaged dragon found it's way here on its own."
**A horrible scream echoed from somewhere on the other side of the dragon in reply.**
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Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Falthor pushed forward, scanning ahead of him for any sign of movement in the trees.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Falthor- That's your plan? Cut up small woodland creatures?
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Falthor- I assume your voice doesn't normally fell trees.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Falthor called out to the creator of this horrific creature.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.