03-22-2021, 09:13 AM
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[sup]© tikki[/sup]SOMEONE TO HEAR YOUR PRAYERS, SOMEONE WHO [color=#e600e6]CARES
Byriath led Brutei away from the gathering crowd, letting him rest against a rock. He knew the espionage would be okay - Sojourn was the biggest concern. She wasn't awake. Sleeping. Passed out. Or worse. Approaching her body he stood over, watching her closely. At this point he trembled with anger. He held back a growl, a scream. Only his trembling body displayed the deluge of anger, rage, that bubbled violently in him. They should have been prepared.
Cold stone lined his voice, raising above the crowd. "Aphra has already stepped forward to help look at the damage. I would like two others to do so as well. I suggest we set up a new camp - not here, but perhaps on the sanctuary island. If I am to help sufficiently I need a sufficient supply of Herbs." He was open to other suggestions, though. Slowly the trembling stopped and he sat down, straining to hear something among the screams in his mind. The falling of sand in an hour glass.
Cold stone lined his voice, raising above the crowd. "Aphra has already stepped forward to help look at the damage. I would like two others to do so as well. I suggest we set up a new camp - not here, but perhaps on the sanctuary island. If I am to help sufficiently I need a sufficient supply of Herbs." He was open to other suggestions, though. Slowly the trembling stopped and he sat down, straining to hear something among the screams in his mind. The falling of sand in an hour glass.
BYRIATH-COALITION-FALLEN GOD OF VIOLENCE, CRUELTY, AND MALICE