Within a dream the answer came to them both, the loving purr of a kitten followed by the glowing eyes of a cat appearing before their mind's eye. Unfolding like myst, the knowledge was imparted in bits and pieces.
A dread lich, unknown to this world, now dust. The trials of Zayne and the Tabernacle in their search through the Underdark city of the drow. A decaying book full of dark necrotic arcana. The dread sigils of Necros declaring the means of opening the border to Chaos. The wind swept, ice covered peak of Mount Caelestistelum. A long forgotten chamber.
With a start, they awaken, simultaneously. Quickly gathering their equipment, Nikola and Mandolus make ready for their long trek, a trek with an end finally in sight. "Sentinels, to arms and prepare to march!" Shading their eyes against the muggy heat and waves of bugs buzzing about in Amazonia humidity, their eyes sweep to the southern pole, to a chilling and freezing environ filled with dangers and further mystery.
"We have the means for opening the door. We have but to ascertain a way of securing his capture safely." intones Mandolus, his gaze peering knowingly at Nikola. "We have time, brother, the mysteries of the arcana are known to the Goddess, a way shall be made clear in due time." responds Nikola hefting a walking staff and smiling with determination. "Soon. This trek shall be completed."
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The incessant laughter fills the foggy landscape, originating from nowhere, everywhere. Gone are the moments of lucidity. Gone is the sense of identity. "At last, he has succumbed!" gloats an insidious voice. "It was inevitable.", answers a timid, weasellish whisper. The fog swirls and eddies, the passage of giant wings covered from sight.
Posted by Navarre at October 21, 2004 11:08 PM