"Fly away while you can, young Threadbare! And know that we will most assuredly meet again."
"We abandon no one! When our side of the Pattern is mended, we will return and put an end to your evil!"
"Take your rightful place among us now."
"It's time!" shrieks the bird woman.
"Bobbin. It's time!"
The door opens. A man you recognize as one of the head lab scientists stumbles into the room. He appears to be in serious need of some Abdo-Seal abdomen filler!
After only a few steps, he hits the floor with a disconcerting thud.
His lips move.
Just before his systems cease all functions short of decay, he looks over toward the shelves full of cartridges and utters "Astral Bodies." With one last gasp, his lifeless form slumps to the floor.
I did not come here to die, but to demand my right of challenge! I respectfully challenge thee, Death, by throwing down this gauntlet!
"Man may pass the Portal, and seek its Master, Death.
Man may pass where Death has trod, and challenge, like Scheherazade,
He Who Reigns Beneath the Sod, to spare a mortal's breath."
"Nur der Reinste darf passieren,
Dessen Herz ist rein wie Glas,
Dessen Seele rein wie Feuer,
Schreitet höher durchs Portal."
IT'S HARD TO BE A HERO WHEN YOU'RE ONLY 4'6''
"Five feet high is the door and three abreast may enter it."
"I am ready ... Mother. Let's go."
Illustrated by Mark Ferrari
Art and Animation for Disk 22
Jenny Sward
Welcome to the Age of the Great Guilds.