Pour Irinwe, franchement, c'est pas bien compliqué… je l'enverrais dans une orgie. Adieu les siècles d’abstinence.
you won't be leaving here unharmed
This life, which had been the tomb of his virtue and of his honour, is but a walking shadow; a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
Toi alors ! Fais gaffe, elle pourrait aimer ça ! Pour Dante, c'est compliqué justement - il kiffe tellement qu'on le bastonne Je lui refourgue Irin' dans les pattes pour lui cuisiner des petits plats et jouer à la fille trop ennuyeuse pour le faire mourir de niaiserie
you can run on for a long time
When the Skaalds come after you, they never stop. They can run for hours, ride for days. They barely eat and rarely sleep. Sigrid, like the wolf, has learned to hunt from birth. It’s part sense, part instinct. She can read the terrain, search for signs of passing, run her quarry to ground and close in for the kill. Now, she hunts us. Now, we are the prey. CODE COULEUR : #605289
M'est avis qu'il engloutirait lesdits petits plats et la pâtissière avec
Sigrid, aaah… Sigrid. Une semaine entière à la cour de Sorhelm (que j'imagine plus distinguée encore que celle d'Ibenholt) parmi les mirliflores et autres courtisanes. Le tout vêtue d'une robe bouffante ROSE BONBON.
you won't be leaving here unharmed
This life, which had been the tomb of his virtue and of his honour, is but a walking shadow; a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
Oh god ! Faut à tout prix que je trouve une situation de ce genre à jouer. Ce serait tellement poilant
J'attache Dante hors de portée et je fais des choses cochonnes avec Zentha
you can run on for a long time
When the Skaalds come after you, they never stop. They can run for hours, ride for days. They barely eat and rarely sleep. Sigrid, like the wolf, has learned to hunt from birth. It’s part sense, part instinct. She can read the terrain, search for signs of passing, run her quarry to ground and close in for the kill. Now, she hunts us. Now, we are the prey. CODE COULEUR : #605289
What a piece of work is a man. How noble in reason. How infinite in faculty. In form and moving how express and admirable. In apprehension how like a god. The beauty of the world. The paragon of animals. And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust ?
Je le forcerai à obéir à Jorkell pour le restant de ses jours
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Lorkhan Ravncrone, hand of the king and heir to the throne
« Anger is running through my vains, so fucked it's driving me insane. No health, no hope, nothing but pain. 30 years to go you said i should be the best, you said i have to prove myself, you said we're a family. 30 years ago. Stuck in the holy money game, gave me a number for a name, stole my life and kept the change. Hey man there's a riot goin'on ! »
La même. + l'obliger à voir son père forniquer la belle-mère. Comme un petit garçon qui prend papa et maman jouant à touche-pipi.
the beast inside
What a piece of work is a man. How noble in reason. How infinite in faculty. In form and moving how express and admirable. In apprehension how like a god. The beauty of the world. The paragon of animals. And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust ?
What a piece of work is a man. How noble in reason. How infinite in faculty. In form and moving how express and admirable. In apprehension how like a god. The beauty of the world. The paragon of animals. And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust ?
When the Skaalds come after you, they never stop. They can run for hours, ride for days. They barely eat and rarely sleep. Sigrid, like the wolf, has learned to hunt from birth. It’s part sense, part instinct. She can read the terrain, search for signs of passing, run her quarry to ground and close in for the kill. Now, she hunts us. Now, we are the prey. CODE COULEUR : #605289
J'avorterais un combat dans lequel tu gagnes pour te laisser comme un rond d'flan. Wait…
the beast inside
What a piece of work is a man. How noble in reason. How infinite in faculty. In form and moving how express and admirable. In apprehension how like a god. The beauty of the world. The paragon of animals. And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust ?
Lorkhan Ravncrone, hand of the king and heir to the throne
« Anger is running through my vains, so fucked it's driving me insane. No health, no hope, nothing but pain. 30 years to go you said i should be the best, you said i have to prove myself, you said we're a family. 30 years ago. Stuck in the holy money game, gave me a number for a name, stole my life and kept the change. Hey man there's a riot goin'on ! »
Je mettrai Greer et Jora dans la même pièce et tu regardes
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Lorkhan Ravncrone, hand of the king and heir to the throne
« Anger is running through my vains, so fucked it's driving me insane. No health, no hope, nothing but pain. 30 years to go you said i should be the best, you said i have to prove myself, you said we're a family. 30 years ago. Stuck in the holy money game, gave me a number for a name, stole my life and kept the change. Hey man there's a riot goin'on ! »
Lorkhan Ravncrone, hand of the king and heir to the throne
« Anger is running through my vains, so fucked it's driving me insane. No health, no hope, nothing but pain. 30 years to go you said i should be the best, you said i have to prove myself, you said we're a family. 30 years ago. Stuck in the holy money game, gave me a number for a name, stole my life and kept the change. Hey man there's a riot goin'on ! »
Je t'empoisonnerai pour t'arracher tous tes secrets
I do not spread rumors. I create them.
Demons run when a good man goes to war. Night will fall and drown the sun, when a good man goes to war. Friendship dies and true love lies, night will fall and the dark will rise, when a good man goes to war.
Je t'empêcherais de tuer ta cible, encore, et encore, et encore
Ghost of a Rose
Her eyes believed in mysteries, She would lay amongst the leaves of amber. Her spirit wild, heart of a child, yet gentle still and quiet, he loved her... When she would say... "Promise me, when you see, a white rose you'll think of me."
Accueil
Une semaine entière à la cour de Sorhelm (que j'imagine plus distinguée encore que celle d'Ibenholt) parmi les mirliflores et autres courtisanes. Le tout vêtue d'une robe bouffante ROSE BONBON. 
Faut à tout prix que je trouve une situation de ce genre à jouer. Ce serait tellement poilant 
