Joined: 30 Sep 2007
|Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2016 6:02 pm Post subject: When the Voices Stop
|Monty sat with his back to a tree, drinking ale from his battered old tankard.
He'd done it. He'd hidden the world from the Kaltesh.
He shielded his eyes from the new sun they orbited and regarded the rest of the Wanderers as they cleaned themselves up. For the first time in months he felt relaxed, and his mind felt clear... the persistent voice of the imaginary Marlowe he'd been carrying in his head since Asylum was gone; no longer offering laconic advice or insults in parallel with Monty's own mood.
He was at peace.
Viscount Taurnil of the Nethersidhe, Faithful of the Morrigan, Bearer of the Sword 'Terror', the Carrion Knight
Prof. Monty Ravenscroft, BEsO, MDiv - Serpentine U.