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bone to rune
"Lost the coo -- no. No, no, no." How could this happen? It had been tied down with braids, braids, and more braids. It seemed that the jostling rocks had hit it just right, but when had it come off? Where?


The Elder howled a baleful cry at the destruction of Veneror Peak, to the Gods for their hands in the destruction, why would they do this? What for? Who were they trying to get the attention of? How would smashing sacred spaces achieve anything? He would have to go to them again, and soon. But first, there were more important things at hand to address.


"Atatu, I smell it soon." Near, he meant 'near' as in close-by because there was fresh blood on the mask - his blood - and enough of it to be noticeable beneath all that rock. The Elder carefully picked (limped) his way through the catastrophe, his nose attracting all kinds of nature-lint to it from the fresh plaster the Witch Doctor had applied to it. He couldn't help the sounds of great grief that escaped him, he was quite upset that his prayer had been so rudely invaded by a higher being's schedule.


The ground shook again, this time not as much as it had the first time. The Elder wobbled as the ground rocked and rolled with uncertainty. It shifted enough rocks for Turhan to lose the scent of the mask and he squalled something undignified again if only because he was so impatient about getting it back.


The Witch Doctor was not too far away, working diligently around the Elder who feebly tried to do as Atatu did, but his stones were pebbles in comparison to what she was able to move.


"Vespera, awake you tink?" He asked to try and remedy the silence. As if the world wished to answer for her, it shook again - again - again, and Turhan tripped over his own feet and fell over in freshly turned dirt this time. "Great Spirit, very restless. Atatu stay close to me." The old horse rose once again - stubbornly - he would never allow anything to knock him down and keep him down. Even if it was Tempus himself.


T U R H A N
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Messages In This Thread
These are portents - by Batty - 05-26-2018, 08:52 PM
RE: These are portents - by Turhan - 05-27-2018, 07:25 PM
RE: These are portents - by Batty - 06-07-2018, 01:06 AM
RE: These are portents - by Turhan - 06-22-2018, 11:31 AM
RE: These are portents - by Batty - 06-30-2018, 04:36 PM
RE: These are portents - by Batty - 08-04-2018, 10:14 PM
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