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Seems excessive
But thesestarted
As the dead beast twitches on the floor, Ozgard cavorts around it in some mad, spasmodic dance that would be funny if anyone but an Obsidian did it The great folds of his skin ripple and flap as he waves his ar rumbles from the back of his throat His circuit increases in speed, until the aurochs’s hooves no longer scrape the ground When it is still, Ozgard walks one more circuit His footprints in the blood have lyph for protection
Utter nonsense
Then the vynKjr—Valdir’s four wind lords—coether roll the aurochs on its back, where Ozgard slices open its belly and butterflies its torso He takes a black jar full of Jove knohat and fills his ans Two hatchets appear in his hands and he sether until their sparks catch on his spittle A fire ans crackle The fat under its hide catches fire and curls the white hair Soon it is a conflagration Flames dance over the faces of the Obsidian war leaders as they chant together
Not even the incense can keep the claws of the burning intestines and liver fro the backs of my eyes Tears streaht
They chant until the fire subsides and leaves nothing but charred tissue and e of the aurochs curves outward and reaches upward like a pair of fossilized hands
Ozgard crouches a soal about a prophecy of fortune in the firebones He then asks for the Kjrdakan The Lord Wager It starts with the vagKjr—the lowest-ranking wing lords Toarb, drop strands of hair into the rib cage Wagering their honor against the battle’s success Their hair will be shorn in failure and they will lose their ranks and becoer, and the one Pax recoarb, looks at olden torc There’s silence Sefi looks like she’s about to murder the man Only Pax’s rushed lecture on the way here savesaround in bewilderle torc A fraction of battle honor
An insult is what it is Soambit
As all the ive their ive a shit if they don’t like Sefi’s plan for modernization or her betrayal of the Republic But theiant, I findup at the professional insult Barely off the ice, and already superior to e idiots
When Valdir throws in a single torc as well, I nearly leave He spits on the floor in al for me
“You are noman,” he echoes “No aefespakr for the Volk You are parasite You have nothing to teach us but weakness” He looks at Sefi and lifts his chin to expose his throat “You are ainst Gold with Nakas in gutter His sche” He slaps his arth, not tricks, if we are to betray our oaths”
His supporters, reement
Sefi does not reply It is a sort of betrayal I’m not sure I understand completely
Ozgard gives er Valdir’s protesters laugh in derision as I pull a piece of hair, and they er boils up inat me They don’t even knohat a rhetorical question is