Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170623221726/@comment-5543592-20170626045512

The blademaster quirked an annoyed look, either at being called on his bluff or that he now had to actually had to keep his word, and it was clear that Taeris was very reluctant. He cleared his throat, and began, his usually unpleasant, grave voice turning into a shockingly pitch-perfect tenor, as if he was a youth of twenty with a practiced singing voice.



“Do you know the Aged Man, of whom no one knows from whence he came? His house lies on the edge of a solitary cliff.”

He took a breath, and continued to the next verse.

“Glow of death, and pallid light illuminate the dark of night gleaming out the windows of the Aged Man's abode.

"If you batter at his door say farewell to our world For everyone who entered never walked back on the road from the Aged Man's abode."

"Notorious, of wide-spread fame yet no one knows him by his name the Aged Man in his abode on a solitary cliff."

"Ghastly voices speak of pains the blood is freezing in your veins. Silent cries and wailing howls are fading in the night."

"If you batter at his door say farewell to our world For everyone who entered never walked back on the road from the Aged Man's abode."

"Sometimes, when the moon is bright you see him in the countryside, accompanied by loneliness abandoning his works."

"If you then stroll in gloomy nights and peer in cold and hollow eyes, you've run across a wooden doll carved by the Aged Man."

"If you batter at his door say farewell to our world For everyone who entered never walked back on the road from the Aged Man's abode." He finished, and without much celebration spooned some stew into his mouth.