# It Will Never Leave His Teeth #### [[The Potter]] --- >[!grid] >>[!card|plate] >>##### Type >>###### <span class="info"><font color="#81799">Transcript</font></span> > >>[!card|plate] >>##### Date >>###### <span class="info"><font color="#81799">nth of Month, 2026</font></span> > >>[!card|plate] >>##### Session >>###### <span class="info"><font color="#81799">[[2026-05-13|Session 33]]</font></span> >[!quote|gloss] >Transcript from Potter's machine >[!todo|manifest transcript no-title] >###### Transcript > > |||| > |:-:|-|-| > |01|one|ah, do you truly believe it to be true?| > |02|two|think about it.| > |03|three|think about what? there is nothing to be said, or to be ground.| > |04|ey-elf|spellcraft. i can feel that.| > |05|two|yes. it has to be spellcraft.| > |06|three|then what? do what? we cannot find the keystone like this.| > |07|two|there is another. the bracers, cloven betwixt the quean white elf, and the quean fiendish blood.| > |08|one|and?| > |09|two|we kill hem. it is onefold. it is nas the keystone, but hy are dotty enough to sundry hem. it will be smooth.| > |10|three|yes! we take her heads, we wreak hem for her dumbness. hy have drive and hy do nas use it. you might scourge hem, drink her blood, ey-elf.| > |11|ey-elf|ah, don't be hasty. we've watched them, the scouts have told of love sickness. kill them with that.| > |12|one|love sought? are you sick thyself?| > |13|ey-elf|no, altogether the withering. i am toom of love, and i see how it can be wrought with foul play from her hands. dangle her loves in fore of her faces and hy will ache the greatest smartings and give up her prized ownerships. all as hy are dumb enough to love.| > |14|one|elf tales.| > |15|two|ah, steal the bracers, harm her loves, draw her fere and drink her blood, and the man fiendish shall give up the key stone to our ownership?| > |16|three|not even so. he is weak with it. smitteled, and in desperate desire. one might choose to simply hurt the love, and he would offer to usurp his own life in retaliation. we kill him, by killing what he covets.| > |17|ey-elf|well. hy are flesh and weak.| > |18|two|and then? when do we take back what is ourn? i am impatient, the highness needs her retribution and i am earnest to see her body drained of its books, her blood spilt amongst her worthless followers.| > |19|ey-elf|soon. the pathfinders will go on to follow, and when hy are most nesh, when strengthen finds its way into his heart, when it nestles agreeably and he hark backs the warmth of wooer in his weaponing, we will then tear it from him, and tear cleaved his fellows to nothing but ribbons of hide. he will surrender that key stone with a willing heart, and he will smack her blood and it will never leave his teeth.| --- >[!cite|transcript]- Transcript > **one** > ah, do you truly believe it to be true? > > **two** > think about it. > > **three** > think about what? there is nothing to be said, or to be ground. > > **ey-elf** > spellcraft. i can feel that. > > **two** > yes. it has to be spellcraft. > > **three** > then what? do what? we cannot find the keystone like this. > > **two** > there is another. the bracers, cloven betwixt the quean white elf, and the quean fiendish blood. > > **one** > and? > > **two** > we kill hem. it is onefold. it is nas the keystone, but hy are dotty enough to sundry hem. it will be smooth. > > **three** > yes! we take her heads, we wreak hem for her dumbness. hy have drive and hy do nas use it. you might scourge hem, drink her blood, ey-elf. > > **ey-elf** > ah, don't be hasty. we've watched them, the scouts have told of love sickness. kill them with that. > > **one** > love sought? are you sick thyself? > > **ey-elf** > no, altogether the withering. i am toom of love, and i see how it can be wrought with foul play from her hands. dangle her loves in fore of her faces and hy will ache the greatest smartings and give up her prized ownerships. all as hy are dumb enough to love. > > **one** > elf tales. > > **two** > ah, steal the bracers, harm her loves, draw her fere and drink her blood, and the man fiendish shall give up the key stone to our ownership? > > **three** > not even so. he is weak with it. smitteled, and in desperate desire. one might choose to simply hurt the love, and he would offer to usurp his own life in retaliation. we kill him, by killing what he covets. > > **ey-elf** > well. hy are flesh and weak. > > **two** > and then? when do we take back what is ourn? i am impatient, the highness needs her retribution and i am earnest to see her body drained of its books, her blood spilt amongst her worthless followers. > > **ey-elf** > soon. the pathfinders will go on to follow, and when hy are most nesh, when strengthen finds its way into his heart, when it nestles agreeably and he hark backs the warmth of wooer in his weaponing, we will then tear it from him, and tear cleaved his fellows to nothing but ribbons of hide. he will surrender that key stone with a willing heart, and he will smack her blood and it will never leave his teeth.