"You can take a break if you like," he said. "You must be hurting right now."
"The Imperial need for control is so desperate because it is so unnatural. Tyranny requires constant effort. It breaks, it leaks. Authority is brittle. Oppression is the mask of fear. Remember that." -Karis Nemik
"Sooner I finish sooner I'll get out of your hair." She paused and wrung her hands, letting them rest for a moment.
Fey he seemed, or the battle-fury of his fathers ran like new fire in his veins, and he was borne up on Snowmane like a god of old, even as Oromë the Great in the battle of the Valar when the world was young. - The Lord of the Rings: Return of the King
"The Imperial need for control is so desperate because it is so unnatural. Tyranny requires constant effort. It breaks, it leaks. Authority is brittle. Oppression is the mask of fear. Remember that." -Karis Nemik
She glanced around to see what the others were doing, then into the darkness. She moved towards the map to look over it again. Perhaps she could convince them to let her make a copy. After all, what harm would it do to them? She frowned. Bug would object to helping her.
Fey he seemed, or the battle-fury of his fathers ran like new fire in his veins, and he was borne up on Snowmane like a god of old, even as Oromë the Great in the battle of the Valar when the world was young. - The Lord of the Rings: Return of the King
"Shingles is back!" Jackson announced from where they had finished with the tent. The scarecrow was just a speck on the horizon where they pointed, but they were loping along at a good clip.
"The Imperial need for control is so desperate because it is so unnatural. Tyranny requires constant effort. It breaks, it leaks. Authority is brittle. Oppression is the mask of fear. Remember that." -Karis Nemik
That was terrifying, to see Shingles lumbering along at an uncomfortable speed for something so seemingly clumsy.
Fey he seemed, or the battle-fury of his fathers ran like new fire in his veins, and he was borne up on Snowmane like a god of old, even as Oromë the Great in the battle of the Valar when the world was young. - The Lord of the Rings: Return of the King
"Not as long as usual," Roland observed. "Good; I don't like him being gone for so long." "What, worried he'll die?" Bug snorted. "That's less likely than a building falling from the sky."
"The Imperial need for control is so desperate because it is so unnatural. Tyranny requires constant effort. It breaks, it leaks. Authority is brittle. Oppression is the mask of fear. Remember that." -Karis Nemik
Rhys frowned. "Pretty sure the guy can take care of himself." She reached for a flask well hidden in her coat and took a sip of the precious water inside. It tasted like metal.
Fey he seemed, or the battle-fury of his fathers ran like new fire in his veins, and he was borne up on Snowmane like a god of old, even as Oromë the Great in the battle of the Valar when the world was young. - The Lord of the Rings: Return of the King
"The Imperial need for control is so desperate because it is so unnatural. Tyranny requires constant effort. It breaks, it leaks. Authority is brittle. Oppression is the mask of fear. Remember that." -Karis Nemik
"That doesn't seem to slow him down." She went back to sawing and filing. More than halfway through this cuff.
Fey he seemed, or the battle-fury of his fathers ran like new fire in his veins, and he was borne up on Snowmane like a god of old, even as Oromë the Great in the battle of the Valar when the world was young. - The Lord of the Rings: Return of the King
"Not at all." Shingles arrived at the camp, looking dusty but otherwise the same. "Hi, Shingles." Jackson waved.
"The Imperial need for control is so desperate because it is so unnatural. Tyranny requires constant effort. It breaks, it leaks. Authority is brittle. Oppression is the mask of fear. Remember that." -Karis Nemik
She kept working and finally managed to cut through the cuff. She looked around. "Anyone got something to pry with? Or is strong enough to carefully pull this apart enough to get his hand out?"
Fey he seemed, or the battle-fury of his fathers ran like new fire in his veins, and he was borne up on Snowmane like a god of old, even as Oromë the Great in the battle of the Valar when the world was young. - The Lord of the Rings: Return of the King
"Let me." Jackson approached and grasped the cuff carefully between their fingers. They pulled once, and the cuff opened enough for Roland to squeeze his blistered and bleeding wrist through.
"The Imperial need for control is so desperate because it is so unnatural. Tyranny requires constant effort. It breaks, it leaks. Authority is brittle. Oppression is the mask of fear. Remember that." -Karis Nemik
"That'll need some cleaning and treatment. I don't have anything for that really." She did have some things but they were precious resources.
Fey he seemed, or the battle-fury of his fathers ran like new fire in his veins, and he was borne up on Snowmane like a god of old, even as Oromë the Great in the battle of the Valar when the world was young. - The Lord of the Rings: Return of the King
"I have a little medicine," Jackson volunteered. "I've been saving it for in case Roland got sick." They peered at the wrist. "Oo, that looks infected. Is it warm?" "It feels better than it did when the cuff was on," Roland said with a shrug.
"The Imperial need for control is so desperate because it is so unnatural. Tyranny requires constant effort. It breaks, it leaks. Authority is brittle. Oppression is the mask of fear. Remember that." -Karis Nemik
