RP to everyone at Fronepu:
OO looked scout reports closely.
"Hmm.. Jactosh still sick i guess. He wont attack. Coward..."
OO went outside ordered all military to be at present.
"Men, tomorrow those Daimons come to seek me again. That coward daimon leader seem not to have guts enough to face me at battlefield. Lets slay those beast once again! Evil Jactosh seems to be somehow sick or wounded. Lets see if that beam of light is the reason and will he get better or worse... mayby we might be able to attack Marpii!"
OO went through the city and told the news to the people. How tomorrow more Daimons heads will be put on the walls along the socks.
Royal Bard Umbzar wrote a song about Jactosha and it spreaded like plague through taverns at Fronepu and were sung whole night by soldiers and peasants.
"Pretty little Jactosh, Pretty little Daimon.
He is so scared,
afraid of Outos words backed by,
The new sword.
Pretty little Daimon, Pretty little Jactosh,
were tickled by feather
Pretty litlle Jactosh, Pretty little daimon
got hurt by feather,
Tomorrow is the day, when pretty little Jactosh is going to die.
Tomorrow is the day, when pretty little daimons head will be tied
Tomorrow is the day, when Fronepu will shine, but today we drink and cheer...
This is the last day of evil year"
Edit: Oh, this was posted after hero ability tell your tale which OO did right before. I forgot to copy results here.
