"Hmm... Sure, but I can't make any requests. I only know one song, and I doubt it's been translated from Lamordian script."
He smiles and nods and starts to play a tune. As he sings figures appear around him, not ghosts but illusions. For the first verse they can see a man in full combat armor, described as the soldier. For the second verse Theren appears described as the poet, and for the final verse a man in full plate appears described as the king.
There will come a soldier Who carries a mighty sword He will tear your city down Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord He will tear your city down Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord
There will come a poet Whose weapon is His word He will slay you with His tongue Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord He will slay you with His tongue Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord
There will come a ruler Whose brow is laid in thorn Smeared with oil like David's boy Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord Smeared with oil like David's boy Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord He will tear your city down, oh lei, oh lai Ohh Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh lai, oh Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh lai, oh Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh lai Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh lai, oh
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Hmm... Sure, but I can't make any requests. I only know one song, and I doubt it's been translated from Lamordian script."
He smiles and nods and starts to play a tune. As he sings figures appear around him, not ghosts but illusions. For the first verse they can see a man in full combat armor, described as the soldier. For the second verse Theren appears described as the poet, and for the final verse a man in full plate appears described as the king.
There will come a soldier Who carries a mighty sword He will tear your city down Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord He will tear your city down Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord
There will come a poet Whose weapon is His word He will slay you with His tongue Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord He will slay you with His tongue Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord
There will come a ruler Whose brow is laid in thorn Smeared with oil like David's boy Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord Smeared with oil like David's boy Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord He will tear your city down, oh lei, oh lai Ohh Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh lai, oh Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh lai, oh Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh lai Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh lai, oh
The noble watches and listens with a mixture of fear and interest.
"Incredible. I-it seems magic has fallen into mortal hands in this world... I think I should examine this phenomenon more closely. It was a nice song, but I haven't seen a being other than an ice fey use magic like that before."
"Hmm... Sure, but I can't make any requests. I only know one song, and I doubt it's been translated from Lamordian script."
He smiles and nods and starts to play a tune. As he sings figures appear around him, not ghosts but illusions. For the first verse they can see a man in full combat armor, described as the soldier. For the second verse Theren appears described as the poet, and for the final verse a man in full plate appears described as the king.
There will come a soldier Who carries a mighty sword He will tear your city down Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord He will tear your city down Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord
There will come a poet Whose weapon is His word He will slay you with His tongue Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord He will slay you with His tongue Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord
There will come a ruler Whose brow is laid in thorn Smeared with oil like David's boy Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord Smeared with oil like David's boy Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord He will tear your city down, oh lei, oh lai Ohh Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh lai, oh Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh lai, oh Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh lai Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh lai, oh
The noble watches and listens with a mixture of fear and interest.
"Incredible. I-it seems magic has fallen into mortal hands in this world... I think I should examine this phenomenon more closely. It was a nice song, but I haven't seen a being other than an ice fey use magic like that before."
He smiles a bit. "Its not that special of magic. It just taps into my emotions to work."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Hmm... Sure, but I can't make any requests. I only know one song, and I doubt it's been translated from Lamordian script."
He smiles and nods and starts to play a tune. As he sings figures appear around him, not ghosts but illusions. For the first verse they can see a man in full combat armor, described as the soldier. For the second verse Theren appears described as the poet, and for the final verse a man in full plate appears described as the king.
There will come a soldier Who carries a mighty sword He will tear your city down Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord He will tear your city down Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord
There will come a poet Whose weapon is His word He will slay you with His tongue Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord He will slay you with His tongue Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord
There will come a ruler Whose brow is laid in thorn Smeared with oil like David's boy Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord Smeared with oil like David's boy Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord He will tear your city down, oh lei, oh lai Ohh Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh lai, oh Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh lai, oh Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh lai Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh lai, oh
The noble watches and listens with a mixture of fear and interest.
"Incredible. I-it seems magic has fallen into mortal hands in this world... I think I should examine this phenomenon more closely. It was a nice song, but I haven't seen a being other than an ice fey use magic like that before."
He smiles a bit. "Its not that special of magic. It just taps into my emotions to work."
"The fact that you have magic at all is shocking. Magic is almost entirely superstition where I come from. You know, out of mortal grasp. Could you be some sort of occult master?"
"Hmm... Sure, but I can't make any requests. I only know one song, and I doubt it's been translated from Lamordian script."
He smiles and nods and starts to play a tune. As he sings figures appear around him, not ghosts but illusions. For the first verse they can see a man in full combat armor, described as the soldier. For the second verse Theren appears described as the poet, and for the final verse a man in full plate appears described as the king.
There will come a soldier Who carries a mighty sword He will tear your city down Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord He will tear your city down Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord
There will come a poet Whose weapon is His word He will slay you with His tongue Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord He will slay you with His tongue Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord
There will come a ruler Whose brow is laid in thorn Smeared with oil like David's boy Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord Smeared with oil like David's boy Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord He will tear your city down, oh lei, oh lai Ohh Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh lai, oh Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh lai, oh Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh lai Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh lai, oh
The noble watches and listens with a mixture of fear and interest.
"Incredible. I-it seems magic has fallen into mortal hands in this world... I think I should examine this phenomenon more closely. It was a nice song, but I haven't seen a being other than an ice fey use magic like that before."
He smiles a bit. "Its not that special of magic. It just taps into my emotions to work."
"The fact that you have magic at all is shocking. Magic is almost entirely superstition where I come from. You know, out of mortal grasp. Could you be some sort of occult master?"
"No no. Just a part time musician, monster hunter, and very rarely a god killer."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He smiles a bit. "Its not that special of magic. It just taps into my emotions to work."
"The fact that you have magic at all is shocking. Magic is almost entirely superstition where I come from. You know, out of mortal grasp. Could you be some sort of occult master?"
"No no. Just a part time musician, monster hunter, and very rarely a god killer."
"Ah. So a bard?"
Insight check (I know Theren's telling the truth, but the noble is suspicious): 10
He smiles a bit. "Its not that special of magic. It just taps into my emotions to work."
"The fact that you have magic at all is shocking. Magic is almost entirely superstition where I come from. You know, out of mortal grasp. Could you be some sort of occult master?"
"No no. Just a part time musician, monster hunter, and very rarely a god killer."
"Ah. So a bard?"
Insight check (I know Theren's telling the truth, but the noble is suspicious): 18
He shrugs. "sorta."
He can tell that theren is trying to hide something
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Insight check (I know Theren's telling the truth, but the noble is suspicious): 18
He shrugs. "sorta."
He can tell that theren is trying to hide something
The noble shifts a bit. His right arm, the one covered by his cape, has been hanging limply since he came in. He hasn't moved it at all. "I won't pry. So, what's your family trade?"
Insight check (I know Theren's telling the truth, but the noble is suspicious): 18
He shrugs. "sorta."
He can tell that theren is trying to hide something
The noble shifts a bit. His right arm, the one covered by his cape, has been hanging limply since he came in. He hasn't moved it at all. "I won't pry. So, what's your family trade?"
"Me and my family are estranged. We haven't talked in years." he then pauses. "is your arm alright?"
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The noble shifts a bit. His right arm, the one covered by his cape, has been hanging limply since he came in. He hasn't moved it at all. "I won't pry. So, what's your family trade?"
"Me and my family are estranged. We haven't talked in years." he then pauses. "is your arm alright?"
"Probably. I'm sorry to hear that. Family is an important part of any man's life, and to have one abandon you must be horrible."
The noble shifts a bit. His right arm, the one covered by his cape, has been hanging limply since he came in. He hasn't moved it at all. "I won't pry. So, what's your family trade?"
"Me and my family are estranged. We haven't talked in years." he then pauses. "is your arm alright?"
"Probably. I'm sorry to hear that. Family is an important part of any man's life, and to have one abandon you must be horrible."
His eyes flicker from there normal green, to black, to red. "You have no idea."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Huh. Can you play?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
He nods. "Do ya wanna hear a song?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Hmm... Sure, but I can't make any requests. I only know one song, and I doubt it's been translated from Lamordian script."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
He smiles and nods and starts to play a tune. As he sings figures appear around him, not ghosts but illusions. For the first verse they can see a man in full combat armor, described as the soldier. For the second verse Theren appears described as the poet, and for the final verse a man in full plate appears described as the king.
There will come a soldier
Who carries a mighty sword
He will tear your city down
Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord
Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord
He will tear your city down
Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord
There will come a poet
Whose weapon is His word
He will slay you with His tongue
Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord
Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord
He will slay you with His tongue
Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord
There will come a ruler
Whose brow is laid in thorn
Smeared with oil like David's boy
Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord
Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord
Smeared with oil like David's boy
Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord
Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord
He will tear your city down, oh lei, oh lai
Ohh
Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh lai, oh
Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh lai, oh
Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh lai
Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh lai, oh
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The noble watches and listens with a mixture of fear and interest.
"Incredible. I-it seems magic has fallen into mortal hands in this world... I think I should examine this phenomenon more closely. It was a nice song, but I haven't seen a being other than an ice fey use magic like that before."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
He smiles a bit. "Its not that special of magic. It just taps into my emotions to work."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"The fact that you have magic at all is shocking. Magic is almost entirely superstition where I come from. You know, out of mortal grasp. Could you be some sort of occult master?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
"No no. Just a part time musician, monster hunter, and very rarely a god killer."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Ah. So a bard?"
Insight check (I know Theren's telling the truth, but the noble is suspicious): 10
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
He shrugs. "sorta."
He can tell that theren is trying to hide something
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The noble shifts a bit. His right arm, the one covered by his cape, has been hanging limply since he came in. He hasn't moved it at all. "I won't pry. So, what's your family trade?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
"Me and my family are estranged. We haven't talked in years." he then pauses. "is your arm alright?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Probably. I'm sorry to hear that. Family is an important part of any man's life, and to have one abandon you must be horrible."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
His eyes flicker from there normal green, to black, to red. "You have no idea."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"And I'm glad for it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
"You should be."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*gtg*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
*kk, happy new year everyone!*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Happy new year! :D*
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
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