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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Kinger" data-source="post: 2245479" data-attributes="member: 31885">OOC: Hooray! Our resident creepy halfling is in attendance! Now, let's just slip back in time to some random sunrise. When in particular isn't important, as long as Bison-Run-Thunderous is in the group and we're not running like hell to escape/track giants. ************* The first rays of the Sun-Father crept over the mountains, their warmth caressing the cheek of the druid sitting penitently in the snow. His eyes closed, Bison-Run-Thunderous smiles and begins his morning prayer, his guttural orcish words proud, yet not so loud as to draw undue attention from unwanted onlookers. "I be feelan your gaze upon me, Sun-Fawda," he begins. "I be hopan you be knowan dat I, Bison-Run-Tunderous, enlightened child of you and da Eart-Mudda, be tankful for da gifts you be seean fit to grant me. I be tankful you be continuan to bless me wit your earthly and heavenly graces. I be hopan you be knowan dat I always be seekan da best ways to make you proud, and I be tankful for da opportunities you be providan me." His eyes still closed, the Bison continues. "I be tankful for whatever role you may have had in providing me wit a pack again. You must know dat I been yearnan for a tribe, so if it be your doan, I tank you." The sitting druid stands, his eyes still closed. He spreads his arms, clenches his fists, and rears back his head. His orcish speech takes on a bestial tone, his prayer now sounding more like a animal roaring than any pious thanksgiving. "I be Bison-Run-Tunderous, and I pledge to live dis day so dat you be proud of me! I be Bison-Run-Tunderous, and I pledge to live dis day so dat I may make furder use of your favour! I be Bison-Run-Tunderous, and I pledge to live dis day so dat I may see you rise tomorrow!" The druid sinks to his knees and roars at the sky, feeling the graces of the Sun-Father and Earth-Mother flow through him. His heart races, pulse pounding in his ears, reminding him just how alive he was. A foggy cloud condences before him in the cold air. His breath depleted, Bison-Run-Thunderous lowers his head and pants heavily until his heartrate returns to normal. His morning ritual completed, the druid stands and turns to those of the party he awoke. "It be time to move on," he smiles, tusks giving him a most savage appearance. "Da Sun-Fawda only gives so much light during da day, so for dose dat can't see in da dark, I be suggestan we start movan. We still be wantan to go Nort, right?"  OOC: I think it's better I just say "Sunrise? Great, I pray for new spells!" when at the table. I don't think I could do the whole roar-at-the-sky bit without bothering neighbours.</blockquote>

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