You didn't miss much. It was like, two shouts and one meteorite hitting a lycopod.
And then -- in one hellish cacophony of mousey, high-pitched voices -- the victorious shouting of Mhaldorian novices can be heard from the West: "Huzzah! Huzzah! Huzzah!"
You didn't miss much. It was like, two shouts and one meteorite hitting a lycopod.
Looming overhead as dark, jagged obelisks, great shards of a shattered meteor tower at nearly eight feet in height. Sharp splinters of rock litter the surrounds, embedded deep within the ground, the fragments stained the gooey, emerald remains of a mangled lycopod. It weighs about 3750 pounds.
I thought you were joking!
________________________ The soul of Ashmond says, "Always with the sniping."
(Clan): Ictinus says, "Stop it Jiraishin, you're making me like you."
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voice of Ourania intones, "I tire of your denial of the events past. Never will
I forget the traitorous path you all took."
Ethereal and silent, the Moon Goddess ascends in the midnight sky, one arm
outstretched as She gracefully beckons toward the heavens.
With a mere flick of Her finger, She gestures toward the western isle, before
shrouding Herself once more in the cloak of night.
Flickering with an eerie glow, a scorching ball of fire streaks from the
distant cosmos, trailing a wavering tail of fiery sapphire.
The great meteor breaks through the atmosphere, casting glittering splinters of
light to scatter across the horizon, and a high-pitched whistle pierces through
the air as the seething rock screams toward its target.
With a thunderous crash, the meteor strikes, and a dense plume of dust rises
from the western isle.
Thousands of daemons howl and shriek as Sartan, the Malevolent roars above the
cacophony, "You may rain your lunar detritus down upon My island, Goddess of
the Moon, and My servants will carve the Truths upon it."
The soul of Ashmond says, "Always with the sniping."
(Clan): Ictinus says, "Stop it Jiraishin, you're making me like you."
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Thousands of daemons howl and shriek as Sartan, the Malevolent roars above the
cacophony, "You may rain your lunar detritus down upon My island, Goddess of
the Moon, and My servants will carve the Truths upon it."
tower at nearly eight feet in height. Sharp splinters of rock litter the
surrounds, embedded deep within the ground, the fragments stained the gooey,
emerald remains of a mangled lycopod.
It weighs about 3750 pounds.
I thought you were joking!
The soul of Ashmond says, "Always with the sniping."
(Clan): Ictinus says, "Stop it Jiraishin, you're making me like you."
"Slowly disappear. Never really here."
Album of Bluef during her time in Achaea
Album of Bluef during her time in Achaea
"Slowly disappear. Never really here."