OOC: An explosive white light and then Vlastos re-emerges, relaxes, quite calm, far away removed from the sophamoric exploits of mysteriously appearing humonoids armed with enhanced slings of "wizard critting". As he drifts further on and away along a great spiral downward, the magestic Fingers of Nergal rise up from some deeper central darkness, hard to pinpoint. They are resplendently black, impossibly grand, enraged to grasp him yet gently like Kong to Darrow.
The wizard smiles deeply, then, warmly, as he has known the one that arises from Meslam well his entire life:
Silly, Rabbit; astrology is the Greater Mystery, he smirks inwardly awash in hallowed knowledge, and then he simply fades away, unwilling to return to the harsh lines of the tailored landscape above.
I'm out, he ghost whispers to Kruk with his dying breath, see ya when I see ya.
OOC: Here lies Vlastos the Wizard - he was no bootlicker.
The wizard smiles deeply, then, warmly, as he has known the one that arises from Meslam well his entire life:
Silly, Rabbit; astrology is the Greater Mystery, he smirks inwardly awash in hallowed knowledge, and then he simply fades away, unwilling to return to the harsh lines of the tailored landscape above.
I'm out, he ghost whispers to Kruk with his dying breath, see ya when I see ya.
OOC: Here lies Vlastos the Wizard - he was no bootlicker.