Morgan- There were ruins here before... did they get blown away?
Morgan cast about as well, trying to determine if the same number of paths led out of the area and if they were in the same places they had been before. She hadn't been paying terribly close attention beforehand but felt she should now.
**They had evidently misjudged their route. This time they found a broad plain of short grass, filled to the horizon by wooden carvings of soldiers, perfectly still. A quarter mile through them was a smoldering hole.**
Édouard - "I... dreamt this place once."
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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.
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.
Édouard - "In my dream, they would only come to life when you were near them... if you got some distance, they would freeze again. Too many here for that, though."
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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.
The mage pushed forward towards the smoldering hole, sword slung over her shoulder and gripped tight with both hands in case the soldiers sprung to life.
**As he drew near the line, the first handful of soldiers began to stir, quaking as they slowly reached for their weapons.**
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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.
Morgan's response was a little less pointed than Sly's. She cast empower and swung her massive sword in as wide an arc as she could, hoping to knock down as many of the wooden foes as possible.
Morgan cast about as well, trying to determine if the same number of paths led out of the area and if they were in the same places they had been before. She hadn't been paying terribly close attention beforehand but felt she should now.
He sounded hopeful.
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
He headed in the direction he remembered the snake being.
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
Come on and check it out. You know you want to.
Édouard - "I... dreamt this place once."
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.
The old blacksmith looked around near where the hole laid.
Come on and check it out. You know you want to.
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
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.
Come on and check it out. You know you want to.
The staff in her hand shifted and slid into a new form, a massive sword that Morgan slung over her shoulder as if it weighed nothing.
Sly - "I shouldn't even have asked, of course they did."
The makeshift sword burst into flames.
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
Édouard - "In my dream, they would only come to life when you were near them... if you got some distance, they would freeze again. Too many here for that, though."
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.
The mage pushed forward towards the smoldering hole, sword slung over her shoulder and gripped tight with both hands in case the soldiers sprung to life.
Inner Slyalalog - <Don't make whimpering noises Sly, you're a member of the brotherhood now, be strong... I think I'm going to throw up.>
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
Come on and check it out. You know you want to.
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.
Inner Slyalog - <What the hell were you thinking Sly, what's stabbing wood going to do!?!>
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
Come on and check it out. You know you want to.