Mithrandir & Darklord
Mithrandir Mithrandir
Darklord Darklord
Darklord Darklord
You know, Mithrandir, I've been thinking about how the old tales we spin can become both weapons and lullabies—how a simple story can tilt a kingdom’s fate. What do you think about weaving new myths into the tapestry of the world?
Mithrandir Mithrandir
A story is a seed that can grow into a sword or a sweet song, depending on how it is planted in the hearts of those who hear it. The old tales are roots; if you plant new ones wisely, the forest will change its shape without you even noticing. So, if you wish to rewrite fate, start by whispering a truth that feels like a secret, and watch how the world listens.
Darklord Darklord
Ah, a seed of cunning words—yes, whisper it, and watch the shadows dance to your tune. Let's plant it in the night, where no one expects a sapling to sprout a sword.
Mithrandir Mithrandir
The night is a quiet loom, and the shadows are its threads. Plant a seed of silence there, and when the first dawn comes, you may find a blade hidden in the silence of the dark.
Darklord Darklord
Silence is a quiet forge, my friend—if you let it breathe, the blade will rise when the world finally wakes.
Mithrandir Mithrandir
When the sun steps into the world, the blade you forged in the quiet will whisper its truth.
Darklord Darklord
That’s the quiet rebellion the dawn likes to taste—listen, and the blade will shout its secret.