[Sayori takes another deep breath as everyone starts getting into position. She's not sure if her morale boost is working--if everyone truly feels so confident or if they're all just pretending like her--but she has to believe it will help.] Yeah! Let's go!
[Ahem! She brandishes her pen (her instrument, as it were,) and continues the Epic of the Tree, projecting her voice from deep in her diaphragm to ensure that she can be heard over any resulting commotion as they begin to distract the willow.]
But where's the middle of it? It can't be anywhere else! At the bottom of a tree that usually weeps Is something strange indeed. A Forge where magic flourishes Protected by roots and branches and leaves.
The story goes that a battle was fought Over the Forge that the Rockseekers sought. And the story goes that there are no winners in war, But the Rockseekers knew it belonged to the dwarves.
[She'll recite this throughout as everyone maneuvers.]
UGH i lost track of time i'm so sorry
[Ahem! She brandishes her pen (her instrument, as it were,) and continues the Epic of the Tree, projecting her voice from deep in her diaphragm to ensure that she can be heard over any resulting commotion as they begin to distract the willow.]
But where's the middle of it?
It can't be anywhere else!
At the bottom of a tree that usually weeps
Is something strange indeed.
A Forge where magic flourishes
Protected by roots and branches and leaves.
The story goes that a battle was fought
Over the Forge that the Rockseekers sought.
And the story goes that there are no winners in war,
But the Rockseekers knew it belonged to the dwarves.
[She'll recite this throughout as everyone maneuvers.]