Граф Орлов
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"Will there be a coup? Will there be infighting? Will there be chaos..."
The thought made Ushumgall shudder. Images from other people's memories, images from his own premonitions, flashed through his mind like a red storm. The king is killed by conspirators. Gallows stand along the streets, flies mate and swarm on them, their swarm prevents breathing. Protectors are gathering troops to the capital, soldiers march and fall, a mountain of skulls grows in their path. A mountain of skulls that can be climbed...
He took a deep breath, driving the images back into the depths of his mind.
-- It's good that our king has someone to rely on in these difficult times. I won't distract you from your work any longer.
Ushumgall turns towards the exit. Perhaps today he will still have time to look at the book of records.
The thought made Ushumgall shudder. Images from other people's memories, images from his own premonitions, flashed through his mind like a red storm. The king is killed by conspirators. Gallows stand along the streets, flies mate and swarm on them, their swarm prevents breathing. Protectors are gathering troops to the capital, soldiers march and fall, a mountain of skulls grows in their path. A mountain of skulls that can be climbed...
He took a deep breath, driving the images back into the depths of his mind.
-- It's good that our king has someone to rely on in these difficult times. I won't distract you from your work any longer.
Ushumgall turns towards the exit. Perhaps today he will still have time to look at the book of records.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers