Preperation

[TavernLich 324]

Under the dawning sun, one man stands alone high amongst the mountain tops...

Swords are sharpened, sheilds polished...

Bows are strung, arrows are forged...

Day after day metal scrapings heard across the mountains of Athera, hammers clanging down hard on broken metal...

Beard combed... Wait what?

Suit washed, shoes cleaned

Cane ready...

Booze packed...

Belly plumped...

Toilet paper hidden...

Pidephius prepares for an upcoming darkness, his beard waxed and combed, "Come ah meh ye feckers! Come ah me!" He roars, before stumbling down a rock, tumbling down, a series of moans and groans are heard over the distance as he finds himself stuck in a gaping crater, "Son I' a halfin'!"

[TavernLich 324]

Pidephius sighs deeply, a frown furrowed under his wrinkled face "Well te'hn..."

[Sky 0]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.