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Embers of Black - Chapter One Migrate Wizard 2015-09-29 2 years 7 months ago

The wind came howling across the frozen plains, sounding like a beast possessed as it tore at the man's clothing, trying to rip his cloak from around his body and pierce him with its needle-thin blades of ice. Muttering to himself, the green-eyed man drew the hood of his cloak lower, hunkering down to seek a little bit more warmth from his horse as he rode. Shifting in his saddle slightly, he turned to peer at his companion.

A Tale of Eight Migrate Wizard 2015-09-28 2 years 7 months ago

Eight companions set out to Sherman Wood,
All stalwart, brave and true.
They had taken up a per'lus task,
To find their patron's due.

Blade in the Dark Migrate Wizard 2015-09-29 2 years 7 months ago

The forest of Cormanthor was host to many different and often dangerous creatures. Theris did not know that the drow inhabited the haunted wood as well.

He almost didn't see it coming. The glint of a drawn weapon, however, alerted him to the danger he and his party were in. He immediately turned to his allies, Zartek and Djarunen, and cocked his head to his left where he saw the approaching encounter. The others nodded their heads and they readied for a fight.

Embers of Black - Chapter Seventeen Migrate Wizard 2015-09-29 2 years 7 months ago

A shining sun hung overhead as the party left the cavern the next morning. Talomanes led the way, leading them by memory. Anluriel trudged along in his wake, her and the two other drow caught in the ambush moving stiffly from their still-healing wounds. The red-cloaked Anjolina made her way as best she could behind the drow, her heavy clothing sometimes bogging her down in the snow. Korg came next, his axe slung across his right shoulder as he carried a satchel loaded down with books across his left. Illandra and Corenne came after the orc, talking quietly amongst themselves, one of them occasionally moving up beside Korg to ask him a question. Maezinessa and Jaezil held the rear position, keen drow eyes keeping a vigilant watch for another ambush.

Embers of Black - Chapter Sixteen Migrate Wizard 2015-09-29 2 years 7 months ago

The ground was frozen, making it all the harder for the small spade to bite deeply. It took longer than had been anticipated to finish this hole, though it was the last of the three. Already the sun was touching the far horizon, staining the sky an ugly red.

Embers of Black - Chapter Fifteen Migrate Wizard 2015-09-29 2 years 7 months ago

Trundling forward as best he could on the contraptions strapped to his feet, Talomanes made better time across the shifting snow than he would have otherwise. Snowshoes, the man had called them. The paladin had purchased them from the fellow who ran a small supply and sundries store on the edge of Germyn's Rest where he had left a letter explaining his absence.

Embers of Black - Chapter Fourteen Migrate Wizard 2015-09-29 2 years 7 months ago

A softly-glowing ball of magical radiance flashed into being in the night above the score of orcs in the patrol and then faded, blinding their sensitive eyes.

The white-clad figures that rose from the snow in a semi-circle on the orcs' flank had been careful to keep their eyes closed then that magical light had appeared, and they saw quite well in the pale moonlight, arrows leaping from polished bows, finding targets in the ranks of the bedazzled orcs. Within a matter of moments, the entire patrol was down, lithe shapes making their way among the groaning humanoids, finishing off the wounded with quick motions of sword or dagger.

Embers of Black - Chapter Thirteen Migrate Wizard 2015-09-29 2 years 7 months ago

Bitter cold hung in the air as dark storm clouds blocked out the moon, throwing the wind-blasted tundra into near total darkness. The wind howled with berserker fury as it scoured the plains for any spark of warmth to steal. From the dark clouds above, a light snow had begun, being driven on whirling eddies by the lustful winds.

Embers of Black - Chapter Twelve Migrate Wizard 2015-09-29 2 years 7 months ago

As she was lifted into the air, Naestra lashed out behind her with her feet, trying to kick her opponent somewhere that would loosen the grip that held her fast. Her foot connected with what felt like a knee, but the blow jarred her as much as it did her assailant.

Embers of Black - Chapter Eleven Migrate Wizard 2015-09-29 2 years 7 months ago

Overcoming her surprised quickly, Naestra asked, "Who are you?" She knew the reputation of the drow and had even dealt with one or two during some of her darker moments in the Alliance. They were bloodthirsty, vicious warriors who raiding anyone who wasn't drow and killed anyone who was that wasn't an ally. Friends were unknown and love was reviled.

Embers of Black - Chapter Ten Migrate Wizard 2015-09-29 2 years 7 months ago

Head turning left and right, looking for any possible danger, Naestra sprinted across the tundra. The war cries of the paladin had cut off abruptly, though she didn't want to think what that must mean.

Embers of Black - Chapter Nine Migrate Wizard 2015-09-29 2 years 7 months ago

The kiss seemed to stretch on for an eternity before Naestra finally moved her lips from his. Touching the tear that trailed down Talomanes' cheek, she whispered, "Why?"

The paladin chuckled softly. "Well, I couldn't let you die on me after we've come so far together."

Page Five - End Game Migrate Wizard 2015-09-30 2 years 7 months ago

Jodah sat on his throne brooding over the past months events. Of the time he had found Marius, of the duel with the necromancer and the discovery of the amulets power. He thought of his rise to power and of the consequences of that power. He needed a way to control the amulets growth; he had the entire magical staff working in fear on an antidote to the insidious cancer that was the amulet. But the power it fed his feeble frame was intoxicating.

Page Six - Illusion Migrate Wizard 2015-09-30 2 years 7 months ago

Roth stared at the combatants. Both Heynard and Jodah were excellent spell casters and neither of them was going to back down. Roth did not want to lose Heynard he was a close friend although a pompous one. Jodah however had always been loyal to Roth, even though the Amulet had the sorcerer under its control there were spells to counteract its effects they just took time. Two wizards, only one must survive, but which.

Celestial Fire - Page One Migrate Wizard 2015-09-30 2 years 7 months ago

The fluid landscape shimmered in the cold darkness of night. This surreal planes surface glowed under the unnatural mauve sky, its crystalline rock formations towering upward scraping the sky with their jagged edges. This realm of existence was devoid of life in all its multitude of forms yet on its livid surface walked a figure, garbed in long flowing robes that glistened from the starlight above. The figure stalked warily across the alien landscape.

Page Three - Ascension Migrate Wizard 2015-09-30 2 years 7 months ago

Heynard was ready; over the past weeks he had prepared one of the many magic labs at the castle to �accommodate� the sorcerer Jodah when he arrived. Heynard knew for certain that Jodah would arrive, the loss of several familiars to the insane magi�s magic blasts had brought him the news, he would reach the castle tomorrow morning; Heynard knew that he had to be vigilant for the sake of them all.

Page Four - Wrath Migrate Wizard 2015-09-30 2 years 7 months ago

Roth twitched an eyebrow and whispered words of enchantment; without realising it Heynard was picked up by invisible hands and thrown across the large obsidian table stopping inches from the elderly and enraged Archmage. �You are out of line second, you know I rule here, you know I am more powerful than you and�� Roth paused for dramatic effect ��and you still continue to irritate me, with your petty problems and the way you waltz around as if you own the place.� Roth said very calmly, through his gritted teeth. �You brought a power crazed, psychotic very adept wizard slayer here! Do you have no brain?�

Page Two - Homeward Migrate Wizard 2015-09-30 2 years 7 months ago

Three dark cloaked figures sat around a large ornate table, the table its self was constructed from a single slab of green obsidian and runes of power emanated magic from its very core.

�The mage slayer Jodah is lost to us.� Spoke the second figure.

Page One - Revival Migrate Wizard 2015-09-30 2 years 7 months ago

Marius floated over the derelict tomb, he knew of the dark and sinister figure hunched and lurking behind those warded doors, and of their power. He had sought out its hiding place for twenty years and now he had it within his withered grasp, he would make the fools pay for his exile, his humiliation in front of the Halruuan high council, oh they would pay dearly, yes.

In The Mage-King's Service Migrate Wizard 2015-09-30 2 years 7 months ago

Amidst the screams of pain, amidst the wailing of victims whose minds and flesh were being torn to shreds, a man stood. Pale green eyes, unkempt gray hair, an aging, weathered face and a crumbling body, he stood emotionless, simply watching the scene, looking for some imperceptible sign only he could recognize that would single out one or more of the writhing bodies. Single it out for something less conventional than pain.

Untitled Migrate Wizard 2015-09-30 2 years 7 months ago

Dedicated to all NWN fans worldwide:

'Twas the day of Neverwinter and all through the world
Every gamer we knew had their cheetos unfurled.
They chanted and screamed, as they gathered with might
In front of their systems, cackling with delight.

The Party Did Not Move Forward Migrate Wizard 2015-09-29 2 years 7 months ago

The dwarven warrior looked over suspiciously at the grinning half-elf as they entered the foreboding caverns. HE was positively dancing as he walked! Apparently the troop of ogres they had just slain hadn't shaken him a bit. The dwarf determined to keep his eye on this one.

The party moved forward.

Tale From The World of Argyle - The Darkness Falls Migrate Wizard 2015-09-30 2 years 7 months ago

Dor grimaced into the wind as the bite of the cold air crossed his face. It was not the cold however that had brought the sour expression there, Greywolfe and the Lightning Company had not returned last night nor during the day. That could only mean one thing, something had gone terribly wrong up at the mine. The other townsfolk were beginning to show signs of worry also though, none spoke what was in their hearts. All feared for their friend�s lives even more then their own. The sun had already sunk behind the mountains and the cold night was just beginning, few were still out, save the sentries at their posts, huddles about their fires for what little warmth they could find. Dor turned from the door to his forge, shutting it with an absentminded push and returned to beating on the beginnings of an axe head on his anvil. He never even heard the door open up and was taken by surprise when a deep dwarven voice bellowed,

Tale From The World of Argyle - The Storm Rises Migrate Wizard 2015-09-30 2 years 7 months ago

Greywolfe sat near the door to the large storage room turned prison that their captors had tossed them into for 'safe keeping'. All his companions were still alive and surprisingly well considering who their captors were. Drow are not known for their kindness nor for their lack of quick action. This reputation added with the gruesome deaths of the dwarven and gnomish miners and guards made the group look despairingly at each sound that came from outside the door. The drow sleeping drug had long since worn off everyone, who were now wide awake and scared. Apart from the six companions, no other survivors had been seen or even heard of the fifty or so miners and guards. Greywolfe figured that they were all dead from what they had seen before. Probably taken unaware in a fight that was hard fought but all to short for the defenders. He looked over his companions in the dim light of the lone candle lantern that was in the room. Apart from a wound on Gath's side, the only thing really hurt was their pride. But, each of them was bound hand and foot and had a gag securely placed in their mouths. He tried to break the ropes one more time and again, like all the other times, couldn't do it. In fact, his wrists were very sore now, as the rope had rubbed them raw. He slumped back against the wall dejectedly and began to pray again. After all, it was truly the only thing left he could do.

Order of Mithril Warhammers - Lord Simeron Steelhammer (Trial and Triumph) Migrate Wizard 2015-09-30 2 years 7 months ago

This tome is the story of a dwarf, his life and the Order he has founded. You may or may not know of the Mithril Warhammers but, throughout many lands, their battle cry of �For the Light!� has been and continues to be a welcome sound to the hearts of those evil preys upon and a baneful shriek of destruction to the evil ones themselves. Jerrel Swiftwind, Bard and Scribe to the Elven Lords of the Black Forest, wrote of the Order of the Mithril Warhammers these words:

Tale From The World of Argyle - Shadows in the Night Migrate Wizard 2015-09-30 2 years 7 months ago

The seasons change fast in the mountains. The first snowfall of the coming winter had settled across the lower Argonian Mountains, blanketing the entire area with a beautiful white coating of snow. This mixed with the remaining gold, red, orange and brown of the hardwood leaves and the green needles of the evergreens to make a truly amazing sight. Dor had healed well over the passing months and once again, remembered why the people here loved this area so much. Most people thought of gnomes and dwarves as only loving caves and stone. While it was true that the cool rock of the mountains was their first love, they also loved what the mountains gave them topside too. These mountains were home, top or bottom, inside or out.

Tale From The World of Argyle - A Matter of Trust Migrate Wizard 2015-09-30 2 years 7 months ago

Dor Bloodstone grunted as he was struck again in the face by a massive fist. The dwarf could taste the blood from his broken lip and despite one of his eyes being swollen shut from the beating, he could still see the mocking smile of the human that commanded the half orc enforcer to inflict the blows on him. It had been several hours now and he had still not been broken despite the torture.

Friendship Proved Migrate Wizard 2015-09-30 2 years 7 months ago

The crowd was light at the Red Fern this day, mainly because most people were just waking up and beginning their day�s business. The sun had only broke the horizon recently and the group of adventurers actually had to awaken the innkeeper to get some breakfast, which consisted of boiled eggs, cheese, some bread left over from the day before and goat�s milk or water to wash it down.

A Tear Lost In the Rain Migrate Wizard 2015-09-30 2 years 7 months ago

The day had been overcast since mid-morning and the clouds had grown darker and heavier as it had passed into evening, finally releasing a torrent of rain, wind and lightning not too long ago. Smythe Higgins sat near the doorway just inside the roadside inn�s front door sipping at a cup of dandelion tea, waiting and watching the people now pouring into the tavern. The crowd was much larger tonight at the Edmond�s Tavern and Inn then usual because of the storm, which suited him just fine. He was only after two people in particular and having lots of people around to confirm he was in the inn made things much easier.

The Chronicles of Galen Jax "Sethenon" Migrate Wizard 2015-09-30 2 years 7 months ago

CHAPTER I THE LAST DARK NIGHT, A NEW DARK STRANGER It was cold and raining and of course dark. It was always dark. It seemed to be a life time since he had seen the sun, but it had only been six years, six years here in the void. But tomorrow he will se

Chosen of Eilistraee Migrate Wizard 2015-09-30 2 years 7 months ago

The soothing notes of a harp danced through the fresh morning air. Like a fairy causing ripples on a clear, spring pond it touched upon the children already out to play in the orange gleam of the dawn sun. Swirling through the open doors and windows of the small hamlet, it moved around the cobbler' s workplace, defied the beat of the smith's hammer and pulled the people from their homes. As tendrils of smoke spreading from house to house it soon had all those able standing in the street to see the source of the pleasant music.

Celestial Fire - Page Two Migrate Wizard 2015-09-30 2 years 7 months ago

Large dirt encrusted and blood gored claws came down upon the unlucky rouges and the Constable. Beran parried the mighty blow with her steel blade severing a claw from the Ankheg's bulky carapace, milky yellow blood sprayed from the open wound coating Beran in its sickly stench. Aki began conjuring a bolt of fire to incinerate the attacking beast; the magic sparked around Aki�s hair with sparks igniting the air with the pungent after taste of ozone. Grumly however in his normal courageous self began stabbing at the Ankheg's lower regions.

Untitled Migrate Wizard 2015-10-02 2 years 7 months ago

Twas the night before release and all through the forums,
Flames were flying and tempers were stormin.
The pre-orders were made online with care,
In hope that neverwinter would soon be there.
Trent Oster was nestled all snug in his bed,
While visions of gnomes danced in his head.
With Poly and his kobold and Jay locking the crap,

Silvertongue - Prologue (Ends and Beginnings) Migrate Wizard 2015-10-02 2 years 7 months ago

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"...and I tell you again, my research is not in error; it is an exerpt from the hidden writings of King Ryalin II. I recognize the Church's ardor over preserving their doctrine; that Ryalin saved us when he drank from the godswell, from which only a man of Purity and Goodness might partake and live. The following events as described leave us with three choices: Ryalin did not drink from the godswell, or the godswell does not exist, or the godswell does not hold to the properties described of it by this Church. In any case, I urge this hearing to consider the implications of these words. We must remember that Truth can be both beautiful and ugly; to deny one side of the coin is to deny the coin itself..."

-from the hearing of Father Abel Dunston, accused of heresy against the Church; these are some of his last words before the burning...

Home Is Where the Heart Is Migrate Wizard 2015-10-02 2 years 7 months ago

The following document was recently discovered during an excavation many miles south of the Arberdan, along the west bank of the Sober, enclosed in a magically sealed chest. Both parchment and chest have been positively identified as pre-plague. The magus in the dig party needed four days to successfully disarm the trap, which he referred to as �beyond anything our Art can currently achieve�. While the author is unknown in current histories (and indeed, I have not been able to correctly identify the city he refers to), the below-mentioned �Gray Brotherhood� is even more of a mystery. No such organization has ever left known records in any of the former Imperial provinces. Furthermore, the footnotes listed at parchment�s end, while possibly meant to explain matters to the uninitiated, do little to answer the questions raised by the words in this document; more questions are raised than answered. I hereby submit this document to the Council, with attached report, that you might grant me a sabatical, at which time I will travel to the excavation site and search for more clues.

-Theodrin, Lorescribe/2nd Circle of the Arberdan Library

Snake's Tale Migrate Wizard 2015-10-02 2 years 7 months ago

Snake stood outside the hut, weighing caution and need in her head...

The clearing had come upon her suddenly, a welcome respite from the raggged lands of the North Cape. Three days she had spent evading the undead, scouring the hills for Belzelensibrum's tomb; her Master had given his usual decree before she left - "Return with what I seek...or do not return." - and she knew him well enough to know his words were truth. The tomb had been easy to find, her Master's directions being accurate (and Snake often wondered how he knew this cursed land in such detail), but getting the damn book from it had been a different story indeed. There had been a creature inside that was different from the usual filth roaming these hills, and she had almost died from the encounter. It was certainly not anything living; she would have to give a description to her Master and hope he was in a talkative mood - he parted so rarely with his knowledge, the miserly bastard! In any case, Snake had outrun the thing days ago, and the throbbing headache had begun to subside. Shroudgard was only days away, and from there, home...

Journey of A Lifetime - The Journey Begins (Chapter One) Migrate Wizard 2015-10-02 2 years 7 months ago

Aljanon sat near the warm hearth of his room in Warhammer Hall. The flames danced within the ancient fireplace, casting strange shadows on the walls about him. He was busy writing down his latest adventures in his journal when a knock on his door brought him from his work.

The Game Masters of Spire Island - Chapter One Migrate Wizard 2015-09-30 2 years 7 months ago

William cursed as he stuck his finger for the third time while trying to repair a tear in his guild tunic. It was bad enough having to wear the beat up thing before Councilor Aquilar as it was. It was not often that Trainers of the Crucible were even allowed to see one of the Council of Five much less be summoned before one of them. This could only mean that his many weeks of research into the origins of the Tournament and the founding of the guild had reached her. Whether this was a good or bad thing was yet to be seen. He grimaced as he put on the tunic and examined himself in the full-length mirror in Schoolmaster Cedric's room. How pathetic it looked.

Order of Mithril Warhammers - A Time of Beginnings Migrate Wizard 2015-09-30 2 years 7 months ago

As Simeron walked out the door of his small home in Underhill, he could sense something was wrong. He could feel it in his bones and beard. The darkened street was totally empty of life. No beggars or urchins, no travelers, not even a rat was out...except him. He didn't like it at all but, he had a job to do and by Mordain�s hammer, he was going to get it done. So, with a heavy sigh, he hefted his own hammer and shield and walked out of his small house, locking the door behind him. He wished to be with his fellows this night, sitting in front of a warm hearth spinning tales over warm honey mead with a cinnamon stick. It was Magnus that had got him started on that brew on a dare and now, while a good dwarven ale still tasted good, he honestly preferred the mead. He was torn from his musing by something in the back of his head that screamed an alarm. Reacting on pure reflex and instinct, he dropped to one knee and raised his shield in a defensive mode. A loud KLANG resounded off it as he felt a heavy blow strike first the shield, then his door. He turned to see a rather shocked human dressed in black studded leather and wielding a pair of jagged black orc scimitars. He was ugly, even for a human but as Simeron caught his scent all became clearer.

The Fallen Leaf - Chapter One Migrate Wizard 2015-10-02 2 years 7 months ago

There is a leaf. There are many leaves, but this one is special. Just before it was going to hit the ground, a wind gust came. The leaf is taken high up in the air, and below the leaf you can see a forest. It is not just a couple of trees growing near each other, it is a really large wood, like the ones that used to be on earth before man came. This particular forest is not what you would call your average forest. It is a really old and magical forest. It gives an impression of grace, and it could have been standing there since the great winds that shaped the earth first came. It is night, and all over the forest there is peace, and quiet. Even the trees seems to be sleeping?.but wait! I almost forgot! If we had been on the other side of the forest, we might have heard groans and curses. Let's go to the other side, shall we?

The Game Masters of Spire Island - Chapter Two Migrate Wizard 2015-10-02 2 years 7 months ago

William had indeed heard mention of the Game Masters in a few of the more ancient texts he had researched but it was normally just a passing reference. All he really knew about them was that they lived on Spire Island before the Plague and they were near god-like in power.

The Fetch Migrate Wizard 2015-10-02 2 years 7 months ago

Ardru Haefdane stared into the blackness of the corridor, trying to determine the nature of the beast that lurked ahead. Faint light from the city streetlamps filtered through the hallway's one small window, yet it only seemed to accentuate the shadows. The experienced warrior lowered his hand to the hilt of the heavy broadsword at his hip, steeling himself for the inevitable attack.

The Tale of Thunder - Chapter One (The End of the Beginning) Migrate Wizard 2015-10-02 2 years 7 months ago

The White Stallion base camp looked similar to the base camps Thunder had seen before. Logs had been lashed together to form a wall around the entire base. A large pit had been dug around the entire outside of the wall, large spikes hidden at the bottom of it by large mounds of dirt heaped up on the other side of the pit. At the entrance a few logs lay across the pit to allow entry to the camp. The camp was filled with activity; soldiers moved about talking amongst themselves, soldiers stood guard in towers spaced at hundred foot intervals around the inside of the wall, as well as soldiers practicing swordplay.

The Fallen Leaf - Chapter Two Migrate Wizard 2015-10-02 2 years 7 months ago

Now, let's go somewhere else, shall we? Oh! I know! Let's go to the other side of the world!

"Trees, trees and trees. There be goddamned trees everywhere! To the south there are trees. To the north there are trees. To the west and the east there are trees. Lots of trees. There be pinetrees, oaks, maples, and who knows what other kinds. I hate them trees and forests!"
"Of all places in the world, they had to hide here... We could have hidden ourselves up in the mountains; we could have hidden ourselves by the sea, or even underground. But nay! We had to go hide in a forest, of all possible places! The forest is full of animals and plants and pinecotts and durned trees!"
"And now, we seem to be lost! Lost! Damn the elves fer the forests!"

The Relic Migrate Wizard 2015-10-02 2 years 7 months ago

They would not get away with this. There was no way that Syndira was going to let those goblins keep the precious artifact, which her village had held sacred for centuries. She blamed herself somewhat for the disappearance of the relic. Had she not been away visiting an old friend in Hillsfar, she could have defended the village from the goblin raid. But the news had reached her soon enough, and her friend had agreed to accompany her to help reclaim their prize possession. And although the two of them had not fought side by side in years, Syndira knew that she and Tomas would still be a formidable pair in combat.

The Tale of Thunder - Chapter One (Assault on Achim) Migrate Wizard 2015-10-02 2 years 7 months ago

Galen stood at attention.

"This is it men," Commander Reece Relken shouted to the assembled soldiers, beginning to pace back and forth on his review stand, overlooking the thousands of knights lined up. His voice echoed across the parade grounds to every knight. "Our target is Achim, capital of the Valarian Province. Right now, many other units along the Outlaw's Boarders are being given the same speech I am giving you now. We have drilled for this moment for many a years. I will not tolerate failure at this point. I will expect every single one of you to willingly give your life for the mission. Achim must fall. Your country depends on you all. Take no prisoners, and fight to the death. When we win, you all will be honored among the Western Alliances.

The Tale of Thunder - Chapter One (Imprisonment) Migrate Wizard 2015-10-02 2 years 7 months ago

Galen awoke with a start. At first he thought he'd gone blind, but then he realized the room really was pitch black. Feeling the cold hard floor, he recognized it to be stone block flooring, a design used for most forts. He must be in a room of some sort inside a fort. Or else a prison. He hadn't thought of that until now.

'Blast this head wound,' Galen cursed. 'It's sure slowing me down some.'

The Tale of Thunder - Chapter One (The Power Within) Migrate Wizard 2015-10-02 2 years 7 months ago

Galen stared at the mage. Was he telling the truth? Was he doing this just to spite him? Something inside him said the mage was speaking the truth. Something inside him had sparked a small flame of anger. That flame was growing into a bonfire at a rapid pace. Hatred glinted across his eyes. The Western Alliances was truly gone. He had no reason left to fight. There was nothing left for him to fight for. Freedom? Where would he go if he were free?

The Tale of Thunder - Chapter One (Second Chance) Migrate Wizard 2015-10-02 2 years 7 months ago

Galen looked up with despair as several soldiers strode up to his cell and began unlocking the door. He had no idea how he'd summoned up that strange magical electricity, so there was no hope for escape. Two guards nervously approached him and put manacles on his hands and chained both of his feet up with shackles. Galen moved along behind one of the guards. Slowly they strode down the hallway of cells.

The Tale of Thunder - Chapter One (Traveling is Training) Migrate Wizard 2015-10-02 2 years 7 months ago

Thunder woke with a start when the door to the room he was in opened. His eyes felt heavy from the strange dreams which he had had the previous night. Most of his dreams involved him regaining his magical powers and blasting it all into the darkness which surrounded him. The strange thing was he always felt something or someone watching him. It was a dark presence of some sort. A man stood in the doorway, his hands on his hips.

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