[銀河の物語] - Or Squibsim 2019

Fortuna rolls a 20 sided die for something miraculous to occur, and rolls a 17.
No miracles today.
Instead you shall receive.
A Blessing.





Darkness furrows upon a winsome sight, a field of black, but not of the homely night. Gaze upon yes, the centerpiece of our performance, our dearst brightest star.
Your eyes futter for a moment, you find it difficult to focus, and you find yourself so tired...
See Her set in grim repose, Her turn nearly done, Her race nearly run. Callous fate would call her story end here. Tis a shame that such a comely damsel would meet such a sorrowful fate 'pon this world stage.
You see a strange sight before you, the a large beast, or maybe a person... no you think, neither seems right to you...



It's features are that... are that of a bird... you think... It's body is coated in feathers
Oh, but what sort of a worldweaver would thou be, If thoust permited such an ignoble fate to befall our belove'd saphir. No, thoust think not, t'would be tragic, aye, but this story we weave is no mere bleak tragedy. Suffering for suffering's sake bares little value, no, thou thinks. Thus tis be with thine awesome power granted by thine patron, that thou deemst this end, to be, renege'd, cast out, written out, or to present it more coarsely...

Out-of-Print.

Oh but what sort of storyteller would thou be, if thou simply allowed dear'st saphir to return without scars from their harrowing. No thoust thinks, thus would be a pitiful, tryte direction. Aye thats it, thou thinks, the arm. A fitting token to signify thyne fate, so defly avoided.



It ripped off one of it's arms... wait what's it doing... no... let... go...
So aye, Dear enjulus, Le Saphir, thou shall be returned, but thine return carries a price, a price thou willst pay, for the price of new life, is the sacrifice of the will. Such is the demand of the power that grants this humble servant these gifts of power.



And now, dear beloved, dear saphir.
The Show must go on
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