Smagnavast the Black wrote:
Thank you cousin. I will give you this advice. The ways of arrogance and power can be a perilous road. Think well on your journey.
The small chicken throws a clawfull of golden grain upon the weathered sandstone ledge
Evil comes, as it always does ...
Brwaaktor turns sad eyes towards Lynora-Jill
Evil struck as evil fell
The wasp priestess lies sleeping..
A palanquin carried by four large Utahraptors shimmers into existence. An aged chicken emerges from it. He waves a small wing and the dinosaurs and palanquin fade.
The small domestic fowl croons to himself
The scales have been reset,
BUK BUK BUKAW!
The small chicken begins to peck at the scattered grain by the council's sacrificial altar.
MMMM .. quadrotriticale ....krrrrrr.
The carnivorous dinosaurs have been sorely reduced. They harry the last of the Defective host, snapping them up in massive jaws. Atop a Carnofex Rex an ancient chicken croons:
Now corrections must be done
The ancient chicken pauses
Hiding will not help us out
We will become a lone beseiged citadel in a sea of evil
Eventually even our power will not avail us against the tide of Flame.
We too would eventually fall
BUK KUK BUKAWK!
Better to fall nobly in battle than hide and live on in shame.
The ancient chicken continues his divinations
Evil is strong like a flame
The Balance is maintained by love
The final piece flows fast and sure
The outcome hangs on the edge of a knife
The shadow of scales must arise
The small chicken calls out:
The winds are fierce and gentle in turn
Champion! Herald of the Skies!
The ancient chicken looks at Lynora-Jill with wise, knowing eyes