Aetosion 2062 Share Posted June 3, 2017 Whispers intruded on the monk’s sleeping thoughts, laughing, beckoning. He rolled over in his sleep. Strange voices called to him. He couldn’t hear God like this. His breathing quickened, his skin glistened with cold sweat. His eyes snapped open. The air in the room around him was crisp and cool. Bugs shrieked at one another outside. There was still a tension in the room. Something waited, just beyond his vision, but there all the same. Brother Alaric stood, his night-gown dappled by the moonlight flowing through the windows of his quarters in Metz. The night seemed still, peaceful. Perhaps it had been nothing. The monk returned to bed, packed the pipe that sat on his bedside, and soon he was fast asleep. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Paleo 298 Share Posted July 21, 2017 Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly. If you feel this is a mistake, please contact myself or any FM and we'll restore it. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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