User:LucidPigeons/Quote Gallery

Alphaverse
"O Dragoneye! O Dragoneye!

A wyrm who writhes in wake

The land beneath it bakes

Its Eye makes mortals shake

But hope shines yet forth!

A blade, its heart to stake

A hero, its life he takes

A legend, he is to make

And O Dragoneye,

To protect all Morth!"

- O Dragoneye

"Devil dragon, breath of thunder

The land beneath, torn asunder

Its Eye a void, a soul devoid

The drake's irate, death it creates

Devil dragon, drawing yet nigh

Our mortal souls all fear the Eye

Its flight ends, so it descends

We pray, but ruin impends

Devil dragon, our time now ends

Sheer calamity it portends

Merciless, fearless, soulless

Razing the land in wholeness"

- Devil Dragon

"Oh, baby-oh, do not cry

Mommy’s got you quite close by

Oh, baby-oh, you suckle and squirm

Mommy will feed you with breasts most firm

Oh, baby-oh, do not writhe, do not fret

Mommy will protect you from every threat"

- Song of the Succubus (Oh Baby-oh)

"The feel of wind on a windless night

The haunting sound of an unknown fright

The sound of something when you listen to nothing

And dare not you say that I ever be bluffing

Gåndermaal, Gåndermaal"

- Gåndermaal

"Above the skies, above the world, above the country of Morth, something terrible slept. In its roost in the great Skypierce Mountains, hanging on northern Morth just on the country's divide, a great dragon of lore rested, strained by a year-old injury on its chest and isolated where the sun did not shine. Obscured by the cloak of the mountain's looming shadow and blanketed by the fierce, raging blizzards, the great wyrm's breast rose and fell, raspy, hissing snores slicing through its nostrils and blowing out into the frigid air around it. Tail coiled to its chest, the drake had been lost to time, the only tales recounting it the vaguely written scrolls and tomes, grimoires and books telling of times long past. The dragon slept, unaware of the world, dreaming vast, horrid dreams in a vast, horrid mind."

- Opening lines to Dragoneye

"The gruantr was a fraal of olden legends; a dæmon, a creature... or, perhaps, that is too tame a word... a something that prowled shadowed nights to drag off those unfortunate enough to hold its visage back to the infernal Lower Plane with it to sate whatever mad demons living there. Its kin were the hungering, formless things that lay in primeval darkness. It was a bogeyman, of sorts; mothers would warn their misbehaving children with hushed voices to wash behind their ears, or not to steal another's food, lest they prompt the foul gruantr into taking them away. Yet nobody truly believed in the gruantr; the Higher Plane had their beings and the Lower Plane had theirs. But the sight of this one would drive most men to a gibbering, cacophonous fright."

- On the xith-fraal

"Althavir, the Divinities called it. Mortals trembled in the endlessly intimidating figure of the dragon so nicknamed the Ravager, clad in its fully-extended spike-frill which paralleled the harsh sun. Its single black eye was like a starless, moonless sky, a lightless hole of pure unfathomable nothing that petrified man wherever it looked. Light itself seemed to dissipate near its eye; it was a vacuum, drawing in light, life, and hope. Its breath, made from the same fires as the sun itself, would eliminate everything that dared to stand in its way. Althavir, great Spawn of the Sun, Ravager of the Earth, gazed straight at its competitor with its horrifying black abyss of an eye, and it bellowed out a fierce roar that shook the land. What Althavir was, was wrath, a great, soaring wrath, that yearned and sought and wanted, wanted blood and death, and formless anarchy in which no life could live. It was a wrath that chilled Faron's throbbing heart as Althavir and Faron faced off each other."

- On Althavir

"Now, one might call it a trite cliché of some fairy-tale book when one realizes he is, in layman's terms, a chosen one (in this case, chosen by the Quron) meant to defeat great evil. But it is also impossible to describe the feeling one feels when he realizes his destiny. Fear, excitement, confusion, happiness, sadness, defiance; all these feelings were amplified tenfold, mixed into me, then let out to burst within me. I spent perhaps the next hour attempting to reason myself to calmness. It was not easy, and even with my temperament and years of experience now I likely would have still found it quite difficult now. How was one supposed to react when they found out their life had been preordained, and for such things as well?"

- Derticai (on being revealed as an Ava'lii)

"Faron couldn't make out any sort of a face or features aside from what he could identify poking from its shadowed shape, but he felt eyes boring into him. Alien, otherworldly eyes, with a sense of burning hostility hotter than any flame he could neither understand nor match, eyes that sized him up as though the thing were a twisted, abominable predator and Faron the meek and unassuming prey. They were eyes Faron could not see but he could feel, ones he could not stare back into without being overwhelmed. As it was, no matter how much he tried to comprehend the feelings of anger and vehement hatred this thing projected towards him, his mind simply could not wrap around the subject and simply dodged around it, leaving a blank void where understanding would be."

- On Gåndermaal

"It would have been funny to see you die at the claws of the dragon. I mean, the chosen one, killed before they can even really be chosen? Talk about irony! Ah, but then you had to go and... ruin it. Ruin everything. I've been struggling with you for a while and I feel nothing but burning hate for you now. You're awful, you know that? You and everyone goddamn other person you're going to link with. I want nothing more than to see blood burst through the seams of your skin and your eyes to bulge out of your socket until they pop out like bullets. I want your skull to fracture and your organs to boil, and I want you to feel every moment as your heart swells and bursts out your chest. I want every single bone in your body to break and I want you to know pain. I want you to die. Plain and simple. ''So, why don't you make my job easier and just put your blade to your throat, and slice? Oh, but I know you won't do that. Keep going and see where your “quest” gets you, because your life doesn't mean jack at this point to me. Magic isn't real.''"

- Gåndermaal

"So you want to know who I am? Did you want to know who the kantir was? Who the mortkaan were? Of course not. You live in a world where people oppress other living beings and find nothing wrong with it. I'll grant you the mercy that you didn't grant the others you've slaughtered, and I'll tell you, you pathetic pile of sagging age and false virtue, who I am. I am the whisper where there is no noise. I am the shadow where there is no light. I am everywhere, I hear all, I see all, I know all, I am all. I am Gåndermaal."

- Gåndermaal

Universe/Earth Negative
"The Passenger travels, the Mollusc licks

The Priest preaches, the Needler pricks

Forever We waited for It to fix

And hither We stood 'til time was nix

A universe, come n' gone, We waited

It's stalled for long, It's belated

It left Us, death We've been fated

We seethed and loathed, long We've hated

We wonder and question, We've lost our way

Why won't It come? Why won't It stay?

We have no longer time with worlds to play

Come 'ere, come now, or whisk away"

- The Consultant's message

"This place was a maze. Think Greek, back to the myths of the Minotaur. That's when I started to wonder. Was I taken here by some sort of Minos figure? Was I Theseus, or was I just some other sacrifice? Was there a Minotaur? If there was, would it find me? And most importantly... was there others? It was that connection that affirmed my belief. I knew inside that now. I felt some stroke of curiosity and courage ignite inside of me. I would toil through this place no matter what the cost. I had a billion questions, pardon the hyperbole, and I would not stop until they were answered. I could never return, and if I did, things would never be the same. So, I gave the place a name. The City. What residents it held, I do not know and still do not to this day, but I made a promise, one I vowed to keep no matter how I was pushed, to the bitter end."

- Section of Entry 12