Da. This is going very well already.Thomas barked out a laugh. There are seven of us against the Red King and his thirteen most powerful nobles, and it's going well?Mouse sneezed.Eight, Thomas correct...
So. You get handed a holy sword by an archangel, told to go fight the forces of evil, and you somehow remain an atheist. Is that what you're saying?
Lea stood upon a fallen log ahead of us, staring ahead. Mouse walked up to her.Gggrrrr rawf arrrgggrrrrarrrr, I said.Mouse gave me an impatient glance, and somehow--I don't know if it was something in...
I realized then what had happened.She had turned us--all of us, except for Mouse--into great, gaunt, long-legged hounds.Wonderful! Lea said, pirouetting upon one toe, laughing. Come, children! And she...
If you turn into a hideous monster and I am sent to slay you, I will remember this and make it as painless as I can, out of respect for you.
Laugh whenever you can. Keeps you from killing yourself when things are bad. That and vodka.