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For Brendon
Stern are the Giants of Shadow, stern and unswayed by the passions of others, for the fierce but undisplayed emotions within them burn with a focused intensity. Many have been their enemies and all that have stood against them have been swept aside. Many have promised their destruction and all who have done so have been broken. The giant turns slightly at the change in the prisoner’s voice, but a knowing nod of the head is all the answer the young man’s rage receives. The giant’s attention is taken then by something of much more importance than the impotent fury of an adventurer, for a new silence has settled in this place.
“It is finished,” the giant says, a slight trace of anticipation about his voice. The singing of the dwarves has stopped and they now prepare to move the great stone object they had been preparing. Even great Terrakis watches with a keen enthusiasm about his gaze as the dwarves, these fierce survivors that have won his respect, bring the great seat forward. All is silent now as they work, a solemn silence as if matters of great weight were about to be decided. Soon it is in place, a mighty stone chair, a throne fit for a ruler, a seat well-formed and sturdy made from the mingling of the ruined stone of this place with a strange black rock.
Turning once more to the prisoners the giant looks coldly upon them. “It is time.”
[ 03-19-2004, 06:54 PM: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]
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