Post by Galaphile on Oct 9, 2006 12:41:12 GMT -5
[shadow=teal,left,300][glow=orange,2,300]As the shadow-cloaked figure made his way through the d**ns he began his spell. It was a spell of darkest magic, to conjure a poison of old. The figure was going to recreate the effect the Morde Wraits of Brin Ohmsfords time had on the waters of the Silver River. The Dwarves were totally inocuous of its presence and so went upon business as usual in the dams. When the man finally reach the top he finished the spell, and producing a dagger plunged it deep into his own chest; falling into the waters they instantly began to turn green, stagnant, and posionous. His body was reduced to ash and swept away. The poison alreay had reached the bottom of the dams and was beginning to seep out into the world.....[/glow][/shadow]