ludo
As the mortal man beneath it spoke and stumbled over his words, Ludo tilted the bottle this way and that before placing it down again to listen properly. (The sound of this vi-ski was pleasant enough, but it didn't know what it was meant to do with such stuff). "Spit it out," it said, just as Are did so - thankfully.
With a sigh as heavy as the centuries spent in captivity, Ludo allowed itself to drift towards the ground. "How can we fight her, he asks, as if it did not take the combined power of the Old Gods to dispatch her before." Its masked head shook side to side, like it was puzzled.
"One would not fight her. One would fight her heralds - the Ascended," it said.
With a sigh as heavy as the centuries spent in captivity, Ludo allowed itself to drift towards the ground. "How can we fight her, he asks, as if it did not take the combined power of the Old Gods to dispatch her before." Its masked head shook side to side, like it was puzzled.
"One would not fight her. One would fight her heralds - the Ascended," it said.
