The City of the Specter, Atem's Palace

[metagame]

The corpse sinks to the floor
Even the brightest gold, even the sharpest blade
Becomes sand, becomes dust

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[prozaic]

[It's a good thing Shalem doesn't do friendly fire all that much because he's holding his attacks against Richard now. But it might also be because he's blinking the spots out of his eyes.]

No. Pacifism? Talking? No, never. There's only the performance, the encore, and the finishing touches.

[ledbythewind]

Then perhaps it's time for you to step off the stage and allow someone else their time in the limelight.

[But he's not going to move to strike another blow, at least.]