latin?

[cryptomancer]

Ipsa qvidem pretivm virtvs sibi

Payment for denial of vice,

But who dictates the paid price?

Res tantum valet quantum vendi potest

And so in virtue one should aspire

Far higher than Quantum sufficit.

And accept the truth that in wealth

Quantum meruit provides enough.

This is in the world we walk

Itself a virtuous task,

For as many aim for a deity to follow,

Quandoquidem inter nos sanctissima

divitiarum maiestas, esti funesta

pecunia templo nondum habitas

 

 

Fere libenter homines id quod volunt credunt

And so my work is play, awakening that

Which appears appealing for the day,

An nescis, mi fili, quantilla sapientia mundus regatur?

Because they know the rule, that a person is intelligent,

But people are a fool, lending their grouped mentality,

To the suffering of the world as a whole.

Argumentum ad ignorantiam

As many do, standing on shifting sands,

Argumentum ad hominem

Cutting the tallest poppy,

To wreak defeat upon its form as man.

 

[Wyvern]

The sound of a slamming door near the back end of the Banquet Hall suddenly catches the attention of cryptomancer and the various listeners surrounding him, turning all eyes towards a rather harried-looking Wyvern. The overgrown lizard's Terra Trove Devil sports jersey looks like its been through hell and back, displaying many exposed sections of scales through its numerous tears and burn marks. A charcoaled Almost Dragonic Brand Hellfire Grilled Impdog™ hangs from the tip of one of Wyvern's horns like a stinky black slug, with another still-smoking impdog pierced through his tail stinger and trailing ash on the carpet. The reptilian Elder gasps for air as he turns his back to the door he just shut, covering the "Vegetarian Buffet" sign that hangs on it with his wings and ignoring the wisps of black smoke that creep from under the door cracks. He tilts his head back and takes a deep breath, then turns to sneak away only to freeze with his jaw open at the sight of cryptomancer and the other spectators.

 

"Errrr, *Ahem.*"

 

Wyvern waves some smoke from his face and lifts a clawful of Almost Dragonic Brand Hellfire Grilled Impdogs™, finally unfreezing himself to speak to the onlookers in an appropriate manner.

 

"t'siay otnay hatway ouyay hinktay!"

 

;-)