2nd Jan 2015, 4:34 AM in The Rite of Serfdom

DRE-A-M-T-I-ME!

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DRE-A-M-T-I-ME!
[Norla, Atra, Jake, Ottar and Arthur cross a landscape that is almost certainly illusory, but definitely hostile.]] / Norla: Ignore it. It's just an illusion. / Ottar: Rank is the air with fae spelldusts. / Jake: We should have brought a barrel of beer along. / Norla: Ottar, what can you smell? / Ottar: I smell Waylay...Sorrow...Berserker. / Norla: She mixes Sorrow and Berserker? / Ottar: Mayhap she wishes for us to self-slay. / Norla: Doesn't work. Those two dusts cancel one another out. / Ottar: Hmmm... Those are all strengthsome-smelling dusts. Might not they mask a more cunning- / / Norla: Dreamtime!
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Reinder Dijkhuis 2nd Jan 2015, 4:34 AM edit delete
Reinder Dijkhuis
Originally published on January 23, 2004.