by Will Stanton » Fri Oct 29, 2021 8:07 pm
"It would have, a few months ago," Will nodded. "Just think of it as a complicated traceroute, for an old operating system. And we are at a ford. Kind of. Sort of. I've seen worse."
Will waves his hands in the murky water for a few moments, and rubbed some of the mud and grime on his chest, as he prepared. "If you've gained some squeamish tendencies since getting flesh and blood, you may not want to watch this," he warned, before shifting his left hand into a long, ornate blade, concentrating to make sure the patterns of knots and lines on it were just right.
"Sith co nem
Nem co doman
Doman fo ním
Nert hi cach
An forlann
Lan do mil
Mid co saith
Sam hi ngam..."
As Will chanted, he took the blade across his chest, cutting into the flesh and tracing some sort of pattern, blood beginning to drip down and mix with the muck of the water.
"Gai for sciath
Sciath for durnd
Dunad lonngarg
Longaiter tromfoíd
Fod di uí
Ross forbiur
Benna abu
Airbe imetha
Mess for crannaib
Craob do scis
Scis do áss
Saith do mac
Mac for muin"
Will continued to chant, and carve...