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[u]Banquet, Academy
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A wonderful eve. It had been going so well, Orpheus enjoying himself as he [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R2-43p3GVTQ]set the backdrop[/url] for the discussion and merriment of this legendary gathering of nobility across the ages. He chose to let things unfold as they would, seeing that things would go wonderfully without his own input.

Then, that Faker he had met earlier in the morning had deigned to intrude upon the party, as he had expected. The fellow he had brought as part of his interesting little skit was wildly out of place, but one could only suppose that this was to be expected, of such a fraudulent Heracles who attempted to reach upon the name of that Legendary Hero. Nevertheless, he gave a little [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-YCN-a0NsNk]ditty[/url] upon the “nemean lion” falling unconscious.

A roar draws his attention, his finely honed ears hearing the actions of that [i]pestilence[/i]. The spear flies, and he clicks his tongue. A harsh strum of his instrument, and the defensive barrier akin to that of the witch who had flung herself upon the Argo springs up in defense of the banquet, awaiting the tidefall of steel. The rain of destruction which would blot out the moon, which would rip apart every last brick, every stone upon which this land of Civilization stood-

-Entered the Territory of Orpheus the Musician, and lost their edge. The hounding spears which would annihilate the Light of Man, degraded as Orpheus would not permit the death of the home of Music.

The spears fell upon the shield. The spears stopped.

The minstrel was now furious. 

“For you, a [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eV9BehDNVCg]Dirge[/url].”

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