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Magical Mischief: Out of Time Pg. 1
Here's what happened after the magic of il Paese took hold. Stay tuned.
Fonso, Matteo, Alessandro, Candle, Durant, this iteration of L'Omino, and their stories belong to me. Omni, Eala, Gregoro, BearRodeo, RangerPup, and ForyOtter belong to themselves. ^w^
Fonso, Matteo, Alessandro, Candle, Durant, this iteration of L'Omino, and their stories belong to me. Omni, Eala, Gregoro, BearRodeo, RangerPup, and ForyOtter belong to themselves. ^w^
Category Artwork (Digital) / Comics
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Size 905 x 1280px
File Size 257.7 kB
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*calls out...
Remember HAWWll of you, there are other human virtues besides hard work and diligence. *sideglances at Omni* There's reason... *turns towards Fonso* ...contrition... *looks at Durant* ...and courage.
*narrows eyes at the coachman* I've had a glimpse of my own future. I think I was fated to come here to help bring it about. But I haven't been able to see yours.
Remember HAWWll of you, there are other human virtues besides hard work and diligence. *sideglances at Omni* There's reason... *turns towards Fonso* ...contrition... *looks at Durant* ...and courage.
*narrows eyes at the coachman* I've had a glimpse of my own future. I think I was fated to come here to help bring it about. But I haven't been able to see yours.
We haven't spoken before, but your voice and demeanour seem comfortingly familiar. Another voice from the future?
I know he will, though I don't know how. From what I've witnessed, if there was a final end, I should be aware of it. But I've seen this place in years to come, lifeless and in decay, and wherever he is, it isn't tied to that. It's like all trace of him is erased from the face of the earth.
Redemption is not in his nature, but from speaking to him it's not like he doesn't care, more that he's resigned to it.
I know he will, though I don't know how. From what I've witnessed, if there was a final end, I should be aware of it. But I've seen this place in years to come, lifeless and in decay, and wherever he is, it isn't tied to that. It's like all trace of him is erased from the face of the earth.
Redemption is not in his nature, but from speaking to him it's not like he doesn't care, more that he's resigned to it.
Acrathia: It is as I told our friend the coachman; am a shadow that lingers, I am a whisper in the darkness, I am an angel of vengeance, and a demon of justice, I am a very very old woman, and in time... You will know me better. Until then it's best not to push too hard against the boundaries of fate
My author's sense is tingling. Could it be that the old magics are stirring?
Cruelest visions now arise as blood and tears before my eyes.
Innocent blood that has been spilt will only deepen evil's guilt.
The lies and abuse that you have spread shall fall upon your wicked head.
And by each stroke unjustly lain, for every child you have slain,
For minds now broken and hearts destroyed,
For those whose souls fade in feral void,
Beware, beware the old law's wrath!
For hell and death most surely hath
Not rage nor fire enough for thee
When Faerie court crosses the sea
to gaze upon these baleful shores
And come, at last, to settle the score.
*The donkey raises its head proudly as its hooves strike the cobbled stones with a final clop that resounds through the air. Then he blinks and looks curiously at the others* Sorry, blacked out for a second there. What happened?
Cruelest visions now arise as blood and tears before my eyes.
Innocent blood that has been spilt will only deepen evil's guilt.
The lies and abuse that you have spread shall fall upon your wicked head.
And by each stroke unjustly lain, for every child you have slain,
For minds now broken and hearts destroyed,
For those whose souls fade in feral void,
Beware, beware the old law's wrath!
For hell and death most surely hath
Not rage nor fire enough for thee
When Faerie court crosses the sea
to gaze upon these baleful shores
And come, at last, to settle the score.
*The donkey raises its head proudly as its hooves strike the cobbled stones with a final clop that resounds through the air. Then he blinks and looks curiously at the others* Sorry, blacked out for a second there. What happened?
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