@loergan
snoitpecrep rieht dnoyeb ssergorp ot dna;;
As was the paramount of suffering, a CYCLE by which escape was ill-suited to his favor, revenge was sought, and won, again and again and again - he had desolate experience with tragedy and the repercussions it wrought, that it was almost LAUGHABLE that he would have to seek vengeance for (your closest friend) a DAMNED FOOL. (A FOOL WHO DID NOT HAVE TO DIE.) And yet, here they were, here he was, staring down the sentient blade that cut down their precious crown, slithering DEATH embracing his form as hell alit dusky hazel, the very life essence of this elf RIPPED from the coinprison he had first crammed the creature into.
“ u̥̯ͅo̺͇y̸̰͈̺ͅ ͚̟̞̠̥̥̱ḑ͈̦̮̝̱ͅlo͍̗̳̮̦̻̜h̭͇͕͙̫̀ ̻̦t̩̘̦͚̘a͉̯̮̜̭͍̻ḥ̠͉̣͕t̳̭͍̰͕̱ ͙͎̩͉͚̱͕̕s͏̬̣̟̲d͉̻̮͍̪̠ṋ̲̰͙͠i̩b̶ ͕̩͜e̝h̖̤͓t̜̺̰͖̥̬ e͕̻̖̕s͘ą̪e͈̣͍̬̞͝ͅl̝̹e̛̮̥̳̫̰̩r͖̱̤̟͚̦͉ ...”
The spell complete, freedom would be fleetingly, if not potentially agonizingly, granted, though the minuscule cell was held aloft between a forefinger and thumb to emphasize how sparing the moments were.
“I assume you have time to chat. As you could have guessed, you have very little choice in the matter. Any less than gracious intentions, and you will relive your first transference tenfold.”
| |MSITAMGARP EVITAERC ruo fo noissessop ekat tsrif tsum YTINAMUH sa ew
