The continued adventures of not Vikings
09-09-2018, 04:30 AM
Rob’s eyes open wide and he starts at the mention of the crown. The sudden movement threatens to tear open his carefully stitched wounds, and he returns to his previous position.
“They found the crown? Praise be to Themis. That is the crown of the King of Acren. We have labored to regain it from the enemy. Our efforts have not been in vain. We must return it to our Homeland, before the foul Lich lords can wrench It from our grasp once more.”
He coughs again, then becons Thistle closer. “My lady, what was it you wished to speak of regarding Themis? Perhaps you wish to read her texts? We can peruse them together, finding the prophesies of your coming.” As Rob speaks, he is already flipping open his copy of The Holy Writ
“They found the crown? Praise be to Themis. That is the crown of the King of Acren. We have labored to regain it from the enemy. Our efforts have not been in vain. We must return it to our Homeland, before the foul Lich lords can wrench It from our grasp once more.”
He coughs again, then becons Thistle closer. “My lady, what was it you wished to speak of regarding Themis? Perhaps you wish to read her texts? We can peruse them together, finding the prophesies of your coming.” As Rob speaks, he is already flipping open his copy of The Holy Writ
