Re: long night

> It didn’t seem restore him like the first one had, and even though he tried to wait for the beneficial effects, he could only feel the edge of a great fatigue come over him. He tried to fight off the monster of sleep, knowing that it could mean his death, but his last thoughts were of the sounds of elf maids calling--far, far away laughing and yes, singing.

The Grammarian had just finished reprimanding Vanabarion for testing his patience when he heard someone calling for him from the forest nearby. They carried the air of misspelled words on them, whoever they were, and he could hear the words "Cor Por" faintly on the wind. With another cackle and a puff of chalk dust, he vanished.

He reappeared in the forest, some distance away, to find a battered elf mage lolling off into a final sleep. The Angel of Grammar had a cackle on his lips as he saw this, but they died in his throat as he realized that he was about to lose someone else to torment. Quickly, he summoned his own mystical energy and healed the worst of the wounds. The elf would surely be grateful when he awoke. Then again, perhaps not, since healing from a demon-lord usually had nefarious side-effects....

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> > It didn’t seem restore him like the first one had, and even though he tried to wait for the beneficial effects, he could only feel the edge of a great fatigue come over him. He tried to fight off the monster of sleep, knowing that it could mean his death, but his last thoughts were of the sounds of elf maids calling--far, far away laughing and yes, singing. > The Grammarian had just finished reprimanding Vanabarion for testing his patience when he heard someone calling for him from the forest nearby. They carried the air of misspelled words on them, whoever they were, and he could hear the words "Cor Por" faintly on the wind. With another cackle and a puff of chalk dust, he vanished. > He reappeared in the forest, some distance away, to find a battered elf mage lolling off into a final sleep. The Angel of Grammar had a cackle on his lips as he saw this, but they died in his throat as he realized that he was about to lose someone else to torment. Quickly, he summoned his own mystical energy and healed the worst of the wounds. The elf would surely be grateful when he awoke. Then again, perhaps not, since healing from a demon-lord usually had nefarious side-effects....
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