Thanks for Rogue Legacy! Merry Christmas to all my descendants, and may all be good knights.

ROCKETS.

Make it so.

By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named Night,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have reached these lands but newly
From an ultimate dim Thule —
From a wild weird clime, that lieth, sublime,

Out of Space — out of Time.