Silent, grim, The wizard sought out the hall of the fanatical Satanists. He used an arcane form of magical travel that was none to safe, or accurate. Days upon days of mishaps followed. Beatings by beastly monsters, trapped by magics that prevented the magic travel.
Finally, the weary mage found himself in the place that Nazira called home. He called for the aid the oh so ready Armanon. The Tactician was mad for action.
"When the time is right," was Tirus' answer."Now!"
A few arcane words brought the warrior to his side, and Armanon raced to Nazira and dragged him from the saftey of his priests. The battle was short and fierce. It ended is a cloud of noxious gasses. Tirus' vision was blurred by Naziras flaming blade. Fargs sword. It made no difference, as Armanon collected the prizes and mutilated the corpse of the dead barbarian.
A smile was on Tirus' face as he went to summon Farg, at Armanon's request.
Posted by Farg at June 1, 2005 12:13 AMThere they are... Like the Ninth Circle....who is this SATAN they speak of? I only know of two Dark entities battling over the title of great evil of the realms.
Posted by: Lord Darkstar at June 17, 2005 07:14 PM