[ He asks, but his eyes are perceptive, knowing. Raphael has been to too many realms, spoken to too many individuals, and heard too many descriptions in random taverns and from bards who wanted to laud the praises of he whom had escaped the Fleshcarver's grasp. ]
Do you truly believe this is the end? [ Raphael did not believe so. Power, perhaps, sang in these lands, in this ground, that they had grown forth, like bunched grapes, that they all ended up so close. It's not surprising, but what is surprising is that he is alone. There are no other devils, cambions, or anything of the like. He feels a shudder of delight and excitement, at the thought of moving, negotiating, navigating through this world in this way.
No eyes watching him, no... distractions. (( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°))
He swept his hands in a grand, wide gesture. ]
Or could this merely be yet another adventure for the bards to sing of, when Drizzt Do'Urden returns to Faerûn, the victor?
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[ He asks, but his eyes are perceptive, knowing. Raphael has been to too many realms, spoken to too many individuals, and heard too many descriptions in random taverns and from bards who wanted to laud the praises of he whom had escaped the Fleshcarver's grasp. ]
Do you truly believe this is the end? [ Raphael did not believe so. Power, perhaps, sang in these lands, in this ground, that they had grown forth, like bunched grapes, that they all ended up so close. It's not surprising, but what is surprising is that he is alone. There are no other devils, cambions, or anything of the like. He feels a shudder of delight and excitement, at the thought of moving, negotiating, navigating through this world in this way.
No eyes watching him, no... distractions. (( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°))
He swept his hands in a grand, wide gesture. ]
Or could this merely be yet another adventure for the bards to sing of, when Drizzt Do'Urden returns to Faerûn, the victor?