DARKEYE
"That's what we were talking about Isla. I put it off for so long and something kept coming up." Darkeye didn't care how it looked to people, this was about Bastien and his thoughts on the grounds, at least that's what he wanted to do for his friend.
Darkeye painted the path to the large square with different colors and looked to see if the stones were sitting well. He did not look behind what the others were painting. For him, this was therapy to deal with the last events. He missed Maea very much and she would have liked that. Something salty ran down his cheek as the thought came to him but he wiped away the tear and painted the next stone for her completely in white. As well as the next close he painted a pot for the old potter Amun even if they had not always gotten along well. The old dolt had nevertheless earned his respect.
A path of color that remembers the dead was a good way to honor the grounders who lived and worked here. Sure one did that with the lanterns and similar things but this was the dwarven variant.
He paused only briefly to take a sip.
Then he started to work again and began to sing softly.
"I rode into the city from the North and it was very strange.
No life though it was still a bright day.
The doors are all locked,
No window was left open.
Went to the next and
Began to throb.
A gap only it was opened,
Saw a hand tugging at me.
"you are too late! he already took,
What he desired.»
I run' back to my steed,
Rode hurriedly out of town — far too little
Time I had.
Look at him, so radiant beautiful,
Steeled by force. he sits high to ross,
Inspired by the courage of death and anger. where
Beast constantly on the hunt for what
It has broken. throughout the country,
Well known as a dragon slayer, the
Dragon Slayer, he called.
Immersed in deep black the gangway,
I could hardly breathe. blind forward
And then I felt him.
A red glow, a loud scream,
He threw flames at me.
I wielded the blade, struck and hit!
The monster moaned,
Collapsed,
Black Dragon Blood me
Netted and released in me the power!
I met again and saw him die.
So I carried customer to the country and was
Henceforth well known.
The dragon slayer he called!
Known as Dragon Slayer!
So he goes all over the country.
The dragon slayer he called!
Look at him, so radiant beautiful,
Steeled by force.
Known as Dragon Slayer!
He sits high to ross,
Inspired by the courage of death and anger."
A old song on killing a Dragon... Sunjata if i get you....
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A good part of the way is Paintet good job go on.
Darkeye
Flora
Isla
Darkeye painted the path to the large square with different colors and looked to see if the stones were sitting well. He did not look behind what the others were painting. For him, this was therapy to deal with the last events. He missed Maea very much and she would have liked that. Something salty ran down his cheek as the thought came to him but he wiped away the tear and painted the next stone for her completely in white. As well as the next close he painted a pot for the old potter Amun even if they had not always gotten along well. The old dolt had nevertheless earned his respect.
A path of color that remembers the dead was a good way to honor the grounders who lived and worked here. Sure one did that with the lanterns and similar things but this was the dwarven variant.
He paused only briefly to take a sip.
Then he started to work again and began to sing softly.
"I rode into the city from the North and it was very strange.
No life though it was still a bright day.
The doors are all locked,
No window was left open.
Went to the next and
Began to throb.
A gap only it was opened,
Saw a hand tugging at me.
"you are too late! he already took,
What he desired.»
I run' back to my steed,
Rode hurriedly out of town — far too little
Time I had.
Look at him, so radiant beautiful,
Steeled by force. he sits high to ross,
Inspired by the courage of death and anger. where
Beast constantly on the hunt for what
It has broken. throughout the country,
Well known as a dragon slayer, the
Dragon Slayer, he called.
Immersed in deep black the gangway,
I could hardly breathe. blind forward
And then I felt him.
A red glow, a loud scream,
He threw flames at me.
I wielded the blade, struck and hit!
The monster moaned,
Collapsed,
Black Dragon Blood me
Netted and released in me the power!
I met again and saw him die.
So I carried customer to the country and was
Henceforth well known.
The dragon slayer he called!
Known as Dragon Slayer!
So he goes all over the country.
The dragon slayer he called!
Look at him, so radiant beautiful,
Steeled by force.
Known as Dragon Slayer!
He sits high to ross,
Inspired by the courage of death and anger."
A old song on killing a Dragon... Sunjata if i get you....
-------
A good part of the way is Paintet good job go on.
Darkeye
Flora
Isla
Everyone is the architect of his own fortune
Coding base by Sky
