Note location: In the Catacombs, often found by the Calling Fire Number available: Several Conditions to receive from Iskierka: None
What does one say about a man who's been alive--he says--for as long as elves have been elves? What does one say about the Courtless Prince, the Ebon Swan?
What does one say of the man who would murder all your people, erase them entirely, for his vision of revenge?
We didn't even merit his malice. He simply began a war to eliminate us, to put us from our desperate misery and vigil-keeping against madness. He simply told our Prince to sacrifice us to himself, hoarding up our deaths to magnify his own power.
He simply believed he, and only he, had the determination to save us. To save whatever paltry few he left alive. That he, and only he, had truly understood the wrong Monarch could tear apart the world. That he, and only he, was excused by this in whatever he did.
I'll take his pretty talons for a necklace I'll flay him alive I'll kill him I'll kill him for what he did to us
At least he has trapped himself now, gut-to-gut with Sacrifices. It hinders his reach as a swordsmage, but he will still be lethal inside that range.
Whether his Prince-gift can reach beyond, I don't know. We have only legends of what it might be. [Red and black ink drops spatter the page here.
There may be an eye blinking among them.]
Three meters beyond the outer ring of corpses with his sword. Give or take.
I am (was) (will be) too much a dust mote to provoke more.
TARGET | Prince of Biding (Cersephon) - 1A
Number available: Several
Conditions to receive from Iskierka: None
What does one say about a man who's been alive--he says--for as long as elves have been elves? What does one say about the Courtless Prince, the Ebon Swan?
What does one say of the man who would murder all your people, erase them entirely, for his vision of revenge?
We didn't even merit his malice. He simply began a war to eliminate us, to put us from our desperate misery and vigil-keeping against madness. He simply told our Prince to sacrifice us to himself, hoarding up our deaths to magnify his own power.
He simply believed he, and only he, had the determination to save us.
To save whatever paltry few he left alive.That he, and only he, had truly understood the wrong Monarch could tear apart the world. That he, and only he, was excused by this in whatever he did.I'll take his pretty talons for a necklace I'll flay him alive I'll kill him I'll kill him for what he did to usAt least he has trapped himself now, gut-to-gut with Sacrifices. It hinders his reach as a swordsmage, but he will still be lethal inside that range.
Whether his Prince-gift can reach beyond, I don't know. We have only legends of what it might be. [Red and black ink drops spatter the page here.
There may be an
eyeblinking among them.]Three meters beyond the outer ring of corpses with his sword. Give or take.
I am (was) (will be) too much a dust mote to provoke more.