"I am a Monk of Ala Mhigan blood, taught by a survivor of the Fists of Rhalgr. As his sun set, so did he bid my sun rise to claim dominion over my sky."
"Through the first, the earth is my wall."
"Through the second, my needs are my fuel."
"Through the third, my will is lightning."
"Through the fourth, my heart is my fire."
"Through the fifth, my words are the swift winds."
"Through the sixth, I see all paths."
"Through the seventh, I shall ascend."
Muddled memories of the words assaulted Berrod in the vale between sleep and waking, just as the golden morning light spilled in through the window. He hissed in a deep breath, finally casting off the muddled veil of sleepy confusion. Those words...he heard them spoken in his voice, and sounded far too...wise...for something of his own immediate imagination. Were they another memory? As best as he could, he tried to commit them, line by line.
"Through the fourth, my heart is my fire."
"Through the fifth..." What was it? Something about speaking. As grogginess shed from him, so did the words fade from his mind like a parting morning mist. There was no consoling him for his frustration.
"Bugger it all..."
"Through the first, the earth is my wall."
"Through the second, my needs are my fuel."
"Through the third, my will is lightning."
"Through the fourth, my heart is my fire."
"Through the fifth, my words are the swift winds."
"Through the sixth, I see all paths."
"Through the seventh, I shall ascend."
Muddled memories of the words assaulted Berrod in the vale between sleep and waking, just as the golden morning light spilled in through the window. He hissed in a deep breath, finally casting off the muddled veil of sleepy confusion. Those words...he heard them spoken in his voice, and sounded far too...wise...for something of his own immediate imagination. Were they another memory? As best as he could, he tried to commit them, line by line.
"Through the fourth, my heart is my fire."
"Through the fifth..." What was it? Something about speaking. As grogginess shed from him, so did the words fade from his mind like a parting morning mist. There was no consoling him for his frustration.
"Bugger it all..."
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