![]() Missing File: Torment_23-48-59-32.jpgWe'll get this as soon as we can - however it might just be gone forever, sorry! If you know where we can find it, please get in contact And now I've one for you and your companion. "I thought the return to Source was a particularly fitting image to close the tale." "What in the hells was that, you stupid polygon?! That's the most boring story I ever heard!" Morte snapped. Upon completing our task, we were then returned to the Source." ![]() We removed the obstruction and the gear turned as per its normal speed. ![]() "In the 13.7th Revolution, we were required to fix gear and cog sub-set thirty-one in the fifth ring of Mechanus. "Nordom: if you have a story to trade, please share it with Yves." "Good point." For now, there was only one person I knew of that could know. Grace's lips curved into a mysterious smile, "If I did, would you expect me to deny you the experience of finding out for yourself?" I don't suppose you know of any rumors of Ravel's progeny?" "Very fitting that your journey brings you back here," she said to me, "I'll prepare some tea for us." "I find you most curmudgeonly," Nordom's monotone quirked in a mechanical sort of huff.įall-From-Grace's wings folded back. "Oh, shut up, you doddering box of crazy." "No one! No one told him that!" Morte said in a panic. "Why, whoever told you that, dear Nordom?" she replied with a laugh. Nordom tilted his frame, intrigued, "Fall-From-Grace, is it true that 'every woman thinks floating skulls are hot stuff?'" Soft, womanly scents bubbled through the air, and the clink of glasses heralded the bounty of tea and bubbly wine. The Brothel of Slaking Intellectual Lusts (Music)Įven without the tutelage of Fall-From-Grace, dialogues of the rarest kinds were being freely traded in the Brothel: poetic recitations done forward and backward and with every second word, philosophical debates sharp as a woman's tongue, contests of insults and barbed exchanges that tested the resolve and the wit. If they're half as mean as she is." she trailed off. I sure as copper wouldn't want tae find one o' em. "Do you think one of these daughters might still be around? They might know something about how to reach her."Īnnah shrugged. "Ravel birthed 'em from some fiend, the tales say." "Seed, kin, wee ones - Oul' Ravel's said tae have a mess o' daughters, so the tale-tellers say - or just one, dependin' on which tale-teller yeh ask - an' whether they're downing bub when yeh talkin' to 'em." Annah's voice dropped to a murmur. "A-course, she's probably left enough o' her seed scattered around the Planes that yeh might be able tae ask one o' them." It was a refreshing change: she rarely treated talk of such grim entities so lightly. "A piece of that hag? Nay, I donnae know where yeh'd find such a thing." Annah thought for a moment, her tail waving slowly back and forth, then she smirked. "Do you know where I could find a 'piece' of Ravel?"Īnnah wrinkled her nose. Part 115: The Eye of the Nameless One: Part 16 The Eye of the Nameless One: Part 16
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