by aurumlupus » Fri Jun 21, 2013 5:19 pm
nesossin sighed slightly. "Just sit tight, alright?" he asked, and walked out of the cottage, magically locking it behind him with his dark magic. He then walked away a short distance, and simply fired a cantrip upwards, one that let off a bright burst of red light that was harmless. Hopefully someone would see it.
"Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more:
It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."
"Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale,
Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man."
"And this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in everything."