**When Alacritas set foot on the path, the first stone glowed faintly red with a rune, mysterious in meaning and form, and letting off a soft, almost musical tone. Each subsequent stone did the same, though with different runes and tones, creating a distant if eerie music.**
Because God forbid we give desperate children food and shelter.
The tenor of the immigration debate in this country is absurd. The reason we have children showing up en masse at our borders is because, a few years ago, we were all willing to agree that children in conflicts like this deserve asylum; now that they're showing up, we've conveniently changed our minds. It's surreal.
I find drinking ice water (or something else with ice in it) does wonders for alleviating the problems of heat. I used to hate ice in my drinks--I still do, really--but it's indispensable.
**The light did little to illuminate the woods--truth be told, the effect was more in general to make the areas outside of the small perimeter of the torches harder to see in.**
Édouard - "Well... do we stay here and try to wait for dawn.. if there is one... or do we try to find something?"
**When the adventurers stepped through the portal, what they felt first was a warmth--not an unpleasant warmth, as they might have feared, but a calming feeling, quite alike being held by a loved one. This feeling for only a moment concealed the panic which broke out; in the darkness, they all gradually had a sensation of being simultaneously turned upside down--though which direction "up" was anyone knew--and being stretched, like taffy, almost to the breaking. It was not exactly excruciating, but none of them could have described it as comfortable.
For how long this lasted, no-one could tell. At length, however, they found themselves in a shallow basin of water, perhaps a foot deep and twelve or thirteen feet wide, under which was cold and slimy stone. Through the midnight gloom they could just see, a few feet beyond the lip of the basin, aged trees, gnarled and dense, spreading out into the gloom of the underbrush. A single gap stood in the trees, a narrow path of ancient and weathered stone.**
Perhaps English isn't his native language.
The tenor of the immigration debate in this country is absurd. The reason we have children showing up en masse at our borders is because, a few years ago, we were all willing to agree that children in conflicts like this deserve asylum; now that they're showing up, we've conveniently changed our minds. It's surreal.
Édouard - "Well... do we stay here and try to wait for dawn.. if there is one... or do we try to find something?"
**He set about picking up some large pieces of wood and covering them in rags.**
Édouard - "No moon... no stars..."
Édouard - "What do you even make of this place?"
For how long this lasted, no-one could tell. At length, however, they found themselves in a shallow basin of water, perhaps a foot deep and twelve or thirteen feet wide, under which was cold and slimy stone. Through the midnight gloom they could just see, a few feet beyond the lip of the basin, aged trees, gnarled and dense, spreading out into the gloom of the underbrush. A single gap stood in the trees, a narrow path of ancient and weathered stone.**
Antoninus - "Now THAT's what I've been fightin' for."
Antoninus - "I could use one myself."