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the fiction dealer, the prescription is the polypharmacy of North!A chilling prescription of hope and despair, sure to treat the listless and dull!
Negotiation 100mg
Fist met face, the crunch of bone and scale, fangs shattering.
"Who else opposes Shadowvine-in-Mind?"
His arguements were impeccable, quick and crafty, backed up by strong positions, no one in the tribe was very willing to step up and debate.
His smile was still full fanged, tail unblemished.
No smiles on tribesmen's faces showed, unsatisfied, worried.
"Not enough huh, come at me, as many as you wish, then none will worry of my plans, bear the shame"
Shame on scales, they still faced him, further shame, still he triumphed.
"Heal them, tomorrow we head north, gather fur on the way"
Eyes 90mg
There was always one fixed on him, when he was at the campfire cooking the hunt's spoils. When he shielded her as her rays pierced foe. When he cloaked her to protect from fears of commonfolk. When the Aberrant Legion was pressganging anything odder than an elf. When forced to slay an officer and she and he fled. When they settled in the cold north among hard but fair people.
At rest, at last, lovingly her tentacle stalks coiled around him, all looked at him, even her human head stared.
Old 100mg
"My roots are too deep in the earth young ones, I cannot make the journey north"
Against night haloed by flame set to chorus of screaming animal, howls of the twisted and crackling wood, the great treant looked sadly at its charges below.
They did not wish to leave, to face flame and Aberrant Legion together.
"Go, I will hold them here to the ash, do not let my sacrifice be in vain"
Still they remained, treant, dyrad, satyr, faun and others.
"GO!"
Magic in his voice then, ancient law, binding them to flight.
The forest monarch faced flame alone.
Luna 90mg
The grand crescent mocked those labouring through mountain trail.
Two ragged masked beings with tail of snake instead of legs stopped, it was these tails that were most ragged.
"Easy for you to mock us Lady, far and safe as you are from the madness of the fleshshapers"
"Pay her no heed, that witch has hated our kind since long ago"
"Feeling she's right to mock, forget the North, will we even make it past the mountains, will we be lynched if we arrive?"
The companion was silent, laughter dominating.
Answer 80mg
"Why the North?"
Ice creeped up his patchwork skin.
"Did you think they wouldn't notice, wouldn't make preparations?"
Now his chimeric form was hidden in armour of ice. He cut the figure of a noble knight, but how few would see this servant of the fleshshapers like that.
Opposite him, a minotaur bloodied and panting, weapon shattered.
Minotaur roared, tackling knight off the cliff.
"Why do you struggle still?"
Striking ground, one lived without reply, but who asked final question?
Slasher 60mg
A howl cut through air, flesh and bone.
The moon was silent, the legion mute and still.
Deep was the snows of the blizzard.
All the grand works of mad genius, rent asunder.
The peril of the North wasn't truly the chill of skies.
Shadow of slaughter loomed over a slain army.
A name never spoken.
By desperation summoned.
Wendigo.
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