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Old 03-08-2004, 09:28 AM   #149
Cyril Darkcloud
Lord Soth
 

Join Date: February 7, 2002
Location: New York
Posts: 1,980
Myron Epimetheus

He shuffles forward, his feet a few inches off the crowd, muttering quietly as he does so. “Asleep he is, no this certainly will not do, not when so much is yet to be done.” Turning to elf whose speech is so distracting he says, “Quiet, girl. It is difficult to think when ancient syllables are pronounced out of key.” A blanket of silence envelopes the area muting the words first of her prayer and then of her exclamation of surprise. Still, however, the little man mutters to himself his own speech curiously unaffected now the only sound in the chamber. He approaches Brendon and pauses. “Foolish, boy! To be sleeping with so much work to do and so little time in which to do it. But you do seem exhausted and perhaps sleeping is the thing to do that one might not be exhausted in doing the things that need to be done. But there is so much to do it simply will not do for you to be sleeping here.” Turning once more to Ana, he says, “You at least have sense enough to keep your strength and stay awake.”

Reaching into his robes he pulls out a tattered book, one from which he has not read in quite some time. Lifeless eyes shine a moment and the dried skin of his face curls into a smile as he opens its yellowed pages. His frail voice once more changes pitch as he mutters in tongue dead long before even the Blue Boards had come to be. The light in the passage takes on a warm amber aspect and for a moment even the dampness of these tunnels is not felt. In the space of that moment space seems to twist upon itself and all grows very cold. Soon however the cold is gone and the group is elsewhere – upon a rocky hillside beneath gray skies whose gloom is a welcome sight after so long a time in the blackness of the Underforums.
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