demon-doctor:

Your wagon reels from the impact of some sort of massive object slamming into it, mid-flight.

“False Nightwings…” Oralech calls down to all of you from atop his wagon. “Again, you seek to climb that cursed mountain beneath us. Again, you seek to take my rightful place. I should send you crashing down to it, that you might fall, as I have.” He stares down at all of you.

“…But, I shall not. Rather, we shall meet upon the summit. Ere the last cycle of the Rites is ended.

“Until then.”

pyrrhicjourney:

flightyfinch:

game interface: sends multiple prompts that hedwyn is unwell and can’t be in the next match

ti’zo: squawks and chirps sadly over hedwyn

jodariel: considers hedwyn’s mortality and wonders about life without him

hedwyn: i am literally seasick and hate all of you

Also-

Tariq the Lone Minstrel: Is a Dick ™ and phrases his dragged-out, dread-inducing explanation like that