Maidhc O Casain
Na Bith Mo Riocht Tá!
The sudden rustle of fabric causes the Brass Man to turn and look behind him. Seeing it's Lerissa appearing through the fog, the merest hint of a smile plays over Mustapha's lips. As he steps away from her and nearer to one of the bodies still smouldering from the impact of his alchemical bomb, his voice once more rings out:
'And there she was, the dusky beauty who had caused the prince so much heartache, returned from the dead. Torn was he between staying with her, and finding the secret of the genie's power'.
Was that a smirk on the bard's face as he bent to examine the body, or merely a shadow cast by the flickering light from the pot at his feet...
Abraxis is up.
'And there she was, the dusky beauty who had caused the prince so much heartache, returned from the dead. Torn was he between staying with her, and finding the secret of the genie's power'.
Was that a smirk on the bard's face as he bent to examine the body, or merely a shadow cast by the flickering light from the pot at his feet...
Abraxis is up.