Children's/fantasy story-reading

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Description

Part of a 41,000 word story-reading commission, wherein I played all the parts, from young adults, male & female, to dragons and goblins!

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Middle Aged (35-54)

Accents

British (General) Scottish (General)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
Chapter 26. You can't do this guarantee charted and frustration the marquee or ignored him and hefted up a huge iron muzzle over the dragon's head. 12. It isn't a traitor. What are you accusing him off? Conspiring to kill the king? The gaoler muttered when the Mulcaire still said nothing. He ain't been no trouble to me, mind you, but that's what my order says, signed by Orkin himself, Garren world on him angrily type. It wasn't part of that plot. I ought to know. I'm the one who reported it, the gaoler shrugged somewhat apologetically. New information, it says. That's all I know. The Marquis has shut the clasp on the iron muzzle and give it a jerky tug before shrieking commandingly. There was an answering cry from outside the dungeon, and then, with the creak of rusty hinges, one side of torpid cell began opening to the courtyard. Beyond looking through the open door, Garin could see the traitors pole strangely ashen and colour on DH for boarding in the evening sunlight torpid, he called a several Mulk eary run up and began to lead the dragon out. I'll find the king. I'll tell him the truth. The huge cell wall, closed with a hollow clang on Garron, found himself staring at the goblin gaoler, who shuffled uncomfortably under his gaze. He's no my wish, the gaoler mumbled. I like the lizard all right. He's no trouble. And that's the truth. But constant organ as priority ruling. And it takes more than a simple gaoler to gain, say, his rank. What was the gaoler telling him? You mean the king doesn't know or can change? Torbit sentence. The gaoler ducked his head nervously and appeared around as if the shadows had ears sent insane. Being pronounced yet is what I'm saying, he whispered, which means there ain't been no court held. He pulled a small piece of rolled up parchment from a shabby pocket and waved it in the air before gallons knows we don't have kings, Antar signature just organs. But I do have the king's seal can or can't do that, Garin asked him. Credulous Lee, The gaoler shrugged again, still edgy and anxious. Well, now he just did