"You wait, like this poor country excuse of a God, justice will be served." "You're all nothing but halfwits blinded by power!" pointing at each, and of them, he cursed words of unpleasantries. It was a late Sunday morning when the priesthood strips his power as a Vicar. Fewer attended the mass and begged the crown to disown him as a Pope.
The local faithful became weary of his sudden turn on his faith which his reputation took a turn. That dragon, though it held an intense amount of power, enrapturing his attention. Instead of the common holy word of the Archon, he was preaching of Ursa the Drake. A once righteous man was loyal to Fontaine's God, now castaway for betraying the regality and abandonment of faith. The heel of his leather shoe crunched against the broken pieces as he stationed himself in front of the altar. Shards of a porcelain marble bowl were scattered on the flooring. Having enough of the repulsive atmosphere, he pushed the tankard towards the barkeep while fishing out a couple of mora before slamming it against the hard surface. The cloaked man remained mute, desire to be alone with his brooding. "Are you not enjoying the night, Monsieur?" he questioned. The Tavener in duty glanced at him, wary of his movements. His unsettlingly deep brown eyes leered at the ripples of his beer. His eyebrows creased at the carefree atmosphere while his teeth clenched vigorously. One devotee perched away from the horde, gripping his pint considerably tight.
The common folk paraded in the streets, as the aristocrats partake in the Château. All classes of the hierarchy were divulging on her 10th birthday. Everyone adores the late-night festivities of celebrations. The swarm of drunkards mimics his gesture, laughably heaving their beers. Indiana Jones: Raiders of the Lost ArkĪ short and stout plump man clambers on the wooden bar table, raising his pint of beer. Harry Potter & the Chamber of Secretsġ07. “The safest place for you is the Tower, Saint. Osiris’s mind drifts to the Dark anomalies. “If there is something you fear, let me help you. I need to know the next before it’s made.” “Phantoms… You think the Darkness is satisfied? This is just the first move. Saint places a heavy hand on Osiris’s chest.
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Long enough to show you how to implement the simulation but tonight, I must disembark,” Osiris says. Holographic images of the Lighthouse shimmer in the Hangar lights. This is Geppetto’s specialty,” Saint-14 says while standing bent over a wide desk covered in data tablets.
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