by Fawkes-Rinzler » Sat Apr 14, 2012 11:06 am
Farbauti cleared his throat, his whole demeanor changing, "Ladies and Gentlemen. It is an honor to return to the promised house of the Moon. For many years I have lived amongst the sun, to the south east. While I learned much while there, it is good to be home." He paused and allowed for more cheering, "While amongst our warmer allies, I met up with three friends, one of whom I have taken as a mate. When the season comes, an heir shall be sired." More cheering, "Before I arrived here, I, with my friends, visited Grandmother Winter, and she gifted to us a prophesy.
"When final mage of Ba'ale ends,
then does all reality rend
as the Demon finds his frame
and the Princess is never the same.
Then does the prince of winter rise
with princess, at Eventide.
Then when the death knell strikes
shall the Gothik prepare to fight."
When Farbauti finished, the whole hall was silent. Finally, a wolf of black and white spoke, "The Poem speaks of Gothika. My prince, should we be worried?"
Farbauti shook his head, "Nay, good Lord, We have saviors amongst us that will protect us from Gothika. We shan't worry."
Tarja blinked. Why was Farbauti speaking in Olde Tongue?