"That's fine. We can do it when we make camp at sunset." Jackson judged sunset to be another three hours away, but there was some rock cover in the distance they could make use of.
"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
Great, that meant she was travelling with them for a while. "Let's move then and get this over with."
(trying not to be on too much tonight as I've got a nasty headache and work tomorrow)
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
"Good idea. Bug, want to take the lead?" "You know it." Bug marched ahead, and Shingles broke off from the group to wander east.
"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
(meds and sleep didn't help, mom put together some homeopathic remedy, and that finally kicked it. convinced she might be a mage of some kind)
Rhys fell to the back, but glanced over her shoulder as Shingles wandered off. That one was unnerving. She sighed. She hoped what was in her kit would be enough to remove the shackles, or else she wasted a few good saw bands and files for nothing.
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
"So, where are you coming from?" Jackson asked amicably, glancing over their shoulder.
"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
"Nowhere in particular." Now came the conversation. She had a feeling she wouldn't be able to get this one to leave her alone. "Just around. Haven't been from anywhere in a long time."
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
"How about where you're going, then?" They kept a firm hold on Roland's shackles. Roland walked along patiently behind Jackson.
"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
"Wherever there's food and water. Humans need those things." She eyed them. "Eventually looking to find a way to keep those things from killing everyone but that might just be a joke at this point." She hadn't had much luck with that. She'd never been comfortable or familiar with any kind of wizardry. She'd known someone once, but they were no longer a factor in the equation.
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'm not sure there is a way. The rebels don't seem to be making any progress..." Jackson sighed. "And what would they be winning back even if they were?"
"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 gritted her teeth. There was absolutely nothing left on this pile of rocks worth fighting for. But that's far from the reason she was fighting. "Nothing, just rocks and ash and bones."
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
"A couple of trees havens, but that's all." They grimaced. "Maybe we can replant, regrow."
"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
"Probably not." She didn't seem very hopeful about fixing their world, but despite that she seemed very determined to fight. She glanced over her shoulder again. No sign of the creepy one.
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
"That's partly why we're trying to get Roland here to the head of the resistance," Jackson continued. "He's an inventory, so he may be able to make weapons!" "I only do robots," Roland said firmly. "I can find a different way to help without creating weapons."
"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
"The only way anyone could help is to find a way to stop the spirit things. Then kill their master eventually." She muttered. How this person was supposed to be useful when he just seemed to create more useless, semi-sentient beings, was beyond 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
"If he can even be killed," Roland said grimly. "We can certainly try," Bug retorted. "He's got skin sometimes, right? Skin can be pierced and bludgeoned." "But he's a spirit," Jackson pointed out.
"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
When she transformed into a butterfly, the caterpillars spoke not of her beauty, but of her weirdness. They wanted her to change back into what she always had been. But she had wings. — Dean Jackson
