( the stars are blazing like rebel diamonds cut out of the sun )

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[The view shows his back and somewhere ahead of him is a monster whose legs fill the frame.]

Creature, you'd do well not to start a fight with me.

I have no weapon of choice.

[Nuada looks over his shoulder, seemingly at the viewer. His face sparkles in the falling sunlight. Then he turns to the Tickler again.]Very well. Come forth ( Read more... )

I am not the one some child seeks. Speak of it to me again and it will be the last time you speak at all.

I have been away for long enough. Tell me what suffering you spoiled wretched lot have endured.

And whichever one of you, return to me what's mine.

[ooc: Finally destatued thanks to Rido, now on the prowl for his spear. Also re: slugs, he may not be able to get them out of your head but Nuada's psychic hands are an option for slug detection!]

video | open to action...sort ofIn the middle of a bright summer sunshiny spot in Xanadu, surrounded by flowers and a ring of trees is a statue made of ivory cream stone. The figure is a long haired man resting on his knees. If anyone looks closely they might see evidence of an entry wound and an exit wound carved onto his torso. Still, he hears ( Read more... )

The dark grows louder with each passing moment and when the rest of you ask for our help, we'll say no.

You brought this on yourselves.

[ooc: It's go time! Golden Army 411, a log, and vandals lights out!]

City. People. Humans. There are murders on your hands for when you do nothing you too are responsible.

Faeries, undead, and all other creatures born of otherworldly blood, our kind is under attack. Fight back.

What a scene. An uncontrollable flock and no more wolves to cull them.

You brought it on yourself.

It must have occurred to some of you that the "monsters" aren't attacking; they're fighting back.

Those who don't carry swords can still die upon them. What will you do in troubled times, City--

[Interrupted by a: "Baa."]

Hush.