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Disa moves forward, mutter arcane and ancient words of lore and fire. Standing by Ragnar's shoulder she allows magic flame to gout forth from her outstretched fingers; : DMBD's fickle hand o' fate:
: The fyr licks at the oncoming trow-hund causing it to roar in anger, as it avoids taking the brunt of the magus' attack.
At this Disa also chooses to stand, her otherworldly beauty hidden by a hood, but her voice rings melodic and strong; "I too takk my leave. The wyrde decree I am needed elsewhere, though we too shall meet again brothers and sister of the blade. But I do not go ídelhende..."
With that the rune caster bids farewell to each of you in turn, with a hand clasp and a whisper... Disa's Forgiefa (Gift Words) to Luke:
Ware the mountains upon mountains. All cloaked in frost. All most fell. Disa's Forgiefa (Gift Words) to Muli:
Both ills and cures - the past provides... Disa's Forgiefa (Gift Words) to Nadia:
Mind that the Withered Hand In Iron is still indeed withered Disa's Forgiefa (Gift Words) to Skol:
When the fire burns brightest - honour the dead in your deeds Disa's Forgiefa (Gift Words) to Ragnar: To reclaim this realm's lost legacy - you must face the fore bear |
