*Travel all to short through the mist is found a land, a barren waste land with long dead trees crumbling like dust and rotting endlessly. This land of rock, dust and darkness holds no life indeed it seems to fed on the small breaht of living activities brought in by the wind.. a small bird slowly getting tired from the long flight, it lands on a only branch that immidiately breaks completely rotten away inside, the bird take to the wings a bit and finds another tree able to hold its frail body for a few minutes of rest. The bird rest but the minutes turns to hours for it fell asleep, the night brings a harsh storm forcing the poor creature to say longer, as the grey light lites up the waste land the bird lays on the ground stiff and motiontless legs directly into the air. It died in the night.
This is the land which lays just beyond the mist, the land ruled by a mere shadow of a great man, a twisted and evil being of what was once good and fair. The being floats mere by extending its will, the magic once learnt by mortal was perfected by the dead now used to corrupt everything, but the knowledge the endless libraries long gone and everytime found it was yet gone, but the being kept searching, only one item still hold some knowledge some knowledge of the dark deeds once preformed and the being cheerished the vile book of damnation. The being slowly let its fingers run down over the page slowly letting letters appear.*
The mist spreads and the blood stops.
Destruction continues, war comes.
Words, decay and desperation.
These shall be send, these shall be theirs.
Scouts to the selfish sent, soon life shall be dead.
*The being stops for a moment and watches the words, then continues to moves it fingers down over the page*
Dark Destroyer for sand fights, blood will flow.
Pain to a former home, pain shall fade with death.
Tentacles reaches and restrict the weak, some shall break.
Day becomes darkness and night becomes bright.
The Mist grows thick, the mist shall feast.
Dead shall walk, void shall be all.
*The being stops and makes a movement to close it, but stops then the pages flips backward towards the beginning and stops on a certain page the being looks for a long time on the page and speaks out*
Days and Nights passes by, and the great lord hears not the words. The book of Damnation lets me read the poages I am to write ohh the fall is near, but I shall prevail I shall destroy and she shall fall!
When I lead, all shall suffer! all shall fall before me! and all shall die, kill each other in their insanity!
*The being itself reads the handwritting that would make others insane to see, making sense to it in its own way, it looks for moment then closes the book plans forming, the end is planned.*
ooc: ye really thought you had long since heard the last of zouron didn't ye!
