Tigerwyld
09-28-2017, 11:22 PM
Tigerwyld wanders, a slow but deliberate pace, into the Inn. Pausing for the barest of moments as that's all his animal instincts need; he annotates the entire occupancy in his mind at a glance
Friends!
the announcement is sharp, sudden and ...soft ..commanding attention, if by no other means than its simplicity
Long.. ..for so long.. have we hungered in the midst of battle. Our bodies do not pain us.. until it is the pain of death we face.
Why.. ..Why is such our fate?
Chevaliers we are! Mages of Intellect, Natures own friends or even The Tamers of beasts! A Procures yet commands us as a Mistress of destiny!
His voice remains soft; but the echoes seem louder as possibly by some trick of the magics
Why must this be?! How is it that, we, we of Destiny are doomed to succumb to such a pitiful lament.. in an instant; we are stripped of all our powers.. No Lighthouse wards us these treacherous shores... ..I decree we suffer unjustly!
Mages! Chevaliers! Natures Own! Piggies AND Puppies united; I call upon us all - let us beseech the Gods - If the Gods have any mercy within them.. ..To give us but a fair shake at this grandam dice game..
Gods that command and empower us.. ..we ask but a simple grace period. Let your Champions reign forth in your Honor, Great Ones!
His arms spread wide to the heavens, fists clenched
I am your Man, Gods - But know that I.. ..we.. We do NOT fear! We champion; We Challenge!
If complete and utter chaos was lightning, then he'd be the sort to stand on a hilltop in a thunderstorm wearing wet copper armour and shouting 'All gods are bastards!
Friends!
the announcement is sharp, sudden and ...soft ..commanding attention, if by no other means than its simplicity
Long.. ..for so long.. have we hungered in the midst of battle. Our bodies do not pain us.. until it is the pain of death we face.
Why.. ..Why is such our fate?
Chevaliers we are! Mages of Intellect, Natures own friends or even The Tamers of beasts! A Procures yet commands us as a Mistress of destiny!
His voice remains soft; but the echoes seem louder as possibly by some trick of the magics
Why must this be?! How is it that, we, we of Destiny are doomed to succumb to such a pitiful lament.. in an instant; we are stripped of all our powers.. No Lighthouse wards us these treacherous shores... ..I decree we suffer unjustly!
Mages! Chevaliers! Natures Own! Piggies AND Puppies united; I call upon us all - let us beseech the Gods - If the Gods have any mercy within them.. ..To give us but a fair shake at this grandam dice game..
Gods that command and empower us.. ..we ask but a simple grace period. Let your Champions reign forth in your Honor, Great Ones!
His arms spread wide to the heavens, fists clenched
I am your Man, Gods - But know that I.. ..we.. We do NOT fear! We champion; We Challenge!
If complete and utter chaos was lightning, then he'd be the sort to stand on a hilltop in a thunderstorm wearing wet copper armour and shouting 'All gods are bastards!