1 ○ introduction | voice
[The audible sound of teeth chattering fills the feed, followed swiftly by the sharp intake of breath.]
I do not take kindly to being toyed with.
[A man's voice, barely a hiss, pierces the silence.]
[He coughs, wet and sickly, barely able to draw breath between each spasm.]
[Finally, it abates.]
There are those who would dare challenge me, but know this - I am Raistlin Majere, Master of Past and Present. You have stood between me and my rightful place at the Tower of High Sorcery of Palanthas.
[His voice is barely a whisper, but it is as cold as ice, sharp as glass.]
My coming was foretold. And you will not stop me.
I do not take kindly to being toyed with.
[A man's voice, barely a hiss, pierces the silence.]
[He coughs, wet and sickly, barely able to draw breath between each spasm.]
[Finally, it abates.]
There are those who would dare challenge me, but know this - I am Raistlin Majere, Master of Past and Present. You have stood between me and my rightful place at the Tower of High Sorcery of Palanthas.
[His voice is barely a whisper, but it is as cold as ice, sharp as glass.]
My coming was foretold. And you will not stop me.