"Puzzling, the Kizara wishes to interfere with my plans, how can he be fit in the vile works of the fallen? Many things have changed since I left. Time has come for me to learn more. But first, the darkening of the day forces me to beseech rest."
A cavern...magic...stone to wood...fire...
"A presence I sense coming, prepare for battle, lightning blue in my hands."
A large caped man appears, [my hands lower and a smile crosses my face...]
"When ye think of the devil, he himself appears untailed, as if to cut the last threads to the world I have left. Ironic...but nevertheless, Hail to thee, proudest of compag-nons, for ages I have longed to hear your humorous words again."
"Hail to thee, Nirion, ye speak in strange tongue, tis as rolling thunder, uneleganced, as yet still yet true nature ranges aloft, as 'ere yer past lyeth far buried...Wellcome to our world, or call it yer world, if yer plans remain and they should..."
["Hah, thine mispraise for the Fallen doth ring right, and I agree, they've misused thine name for ages, pushing all men's mischief in thine hands, and then blaming thee of the irrevocable errors. If thou were to be evil, the worlds would have been depopulated the first day in time."]
"Ah t'is right, yer words may sooth my soul. [I am no more evil than the laundry any peasants wife bleaches in the stream.] T'is mine mystery that man has come to fear..."
[The Nirion turns away and looks into the night outside the cavern:
"Canst though bring me to the lightningsdome?"
A quick wink and a fastly sharp answer:
"Be sure t'is within my power, my friend."
The big man smiles, then turns around, seems to enlarge and utters:
"Ere the] Hooves of thunder, yer Lord doth call."
Blasting thunderous sounds...
"Let the night forever be young, for the Lightningsdome we ride..."
A cavern...magic...stone to wood...fire...
"A presence I sense coming, prepare for battle, lightning blue in my hands."
A large caped man appears, [my hands lower and a smile crosses my face...]
"When ye think of the devil, he himself appears untailed, as if to cut the last threads to the world I have left. Ironic...but nevertheless, Hail to thee, proudest of compag-nons, for ages I have longed to hear your humorous words again."
"Hail to thee, Nirion, ye speak in strange tongue, tis as rolling thunder, uneleganced, as yet still yet true nature ranges aloft, as 'ere yer past lyeth far buried...Wellcome to our world, or call it yer world, if yer plans remain and they should..."
["Hah, thine mispraise for the Fallen doth ring right, and I agree, they've misused thine name for ages, pushing all men's mischief in thine hands, and then blaming thee of the irrevocable errors. If thou were to be evil, the worlds would have been depopulated the first day in time."]
"Ah t'is right, yer words may sooth my soul. [I am no more evil than the laundry any peasants wife bleaches in the stream.] T'is mine mystery that man has come to fear..."
[The Nirion turns away and looks into the night outside the cavern:
"Canst though bring me to the lightningsdome?"
A quick wink and a fastly sharp answer:
"Be sure t'is within my power, my friend."
The big man smiles, then turns around, seems to enlarge and utters:
"Ere the] Hooves of thunder, yer Lord doth call."
Blasting thunderous sounds...
"Let the night forever be young, for the Lightningsdome we ride..."