A Gathering At Dusk.

[Malaise 1570]

There the figures gathered, silently observing the heinous crime scene within their somber realm. No sound dared break the silence surrounding the brood as they gazed upon the taint that had dared enter their forests. Their homes. Their right by blood.

 

"This is not to go unanswered," states one of the gathered figures, staring towards the taint with a feral look of anger.

 

"And it won't," commented the figure next to the speaker, his tone that of an angered guardian. "The gathered volunteers are now many in number. We may begin in the coming Elven week."

 

The pair share what could be simply interpreted as a nod, if not some other form of agreement. To the Citadel they well, with one common goal. Progress. And progress they did, that somber night, spreading blueprints, rosters, and drafts across the table they shared. It would be in no time at all, before they were done. And when they were, within the hour of twilight;

 

 Their Centurions would emerge.

 

 

 

 

((Simply some foreshadowing!))

[๖ۣۜ§osa (E.G.I.E.) 520]

((Oooh, I sense an Event))

[Swgrclan 2682]

(( There's no taint. There's just a lacking of life - in other words, the area was drained. ))

[Malaise 1570]

(( There's no taint. There's just a lacking of life - in other words, the area was drained. ))

((

Taint being used loosely, in reference to the naughty Necromancers commonly seen about. /Only/ the naughty ones.))

 

((Oooh, I sense an Event))

((Pooossibly.~))

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.