The night was stale and musty in the lands of Felucca, as the earth began to tremble. The black gate emerged and the shadowesque figure emerged to survey his surroundings. The dank crypts of the Shadowlords ripe with the stench of death seemed to please the figure as he approached the pentagram and began his mantra. Meditating for several moments his attention was soon drawn to the crypts monolith room. Approaching the Yew monolith, the robed one lowered his hood and began to glare into the depths of blankness as if he had lost something. Grinningly he roared “Soon, very Soon!” With that he cast his magic and disappeared soon to return the white gemstone of Yew the sigil for the city.
Happily placing it atop the monolith he kneeled before it like a prized possession. Again chanting the mantras he arose to cast powerful magics summoning ferocious deamons from the depths. “Guard this with your very existance!” He ordered as the deamons appeared from thin air to heed his beckon call. Swirling the area and forming up defenses the shadowlords forces had hit the ground running. Again the robed one seemed pleased as he set forth to the gate.
The nights struggle along the Yew Moongate was raging as forces from the True Britannians fought hard againt those from the Council of Mages. Walking in the shadows the robed one chuckled as he sized up his enemies invisible even though right under thier noses. With a wave of his hands the sky opened as deamons rain hell upon all who stood in thier way. Crushing the pitiful forces on hand reinforcements arrived much to the delight of the robed one. As the deamons began to lose ground he spoke ever so softly into the night taking five steps back. A swirling mist arose from the depths as a creature unseen before appeared in the night. Azuul the Heretic a shadow deamon of sorts commenced to clearing the fields at the wim of his master.
Once death had become all in attendance, The robed figured emerged to announce his prescense. “Beware the Coming!” he spoke “For I have Arrived……..”
Happily placing it atop the monolith he kneeled before it like a prized possession. Again chanting the mantras he arose to cast powerful magics summoning ferocious deamons from the depths. “Guard this with your very existance!” He ordered as the deamons appeared from thin air to heed his beckon call. Swirling the area and forming up defenses the shadowlords forces had hit the ground running. Again the robed one seemed pleased as he set forth to the gate.
The nights struggle along the Yew Moongate was raging as forces from the True Britannians fought hard againt those from the Council of Mages. Walking in the shadows the robed one chuckled as he sized up his enemies invisible even though right under thier noses. With a wave of his hands the sky opened as deamons rain hell upon all who stood in thier way. Crushing the pitiful forces on hand reinforcements arrived much to the delight of the robed one. As the deamons began to lose ground he spoke ever so softly into the night taking five steps back. A swirling mist arose from the depths as a creature unseen before appeared in the night. Azuul the Heretic a shadow deamon of sorts commenced to clearing the fields at the wim of his master.
Once death had become all in attendance, The robed figured emerged to announce his prescense. “Beware the Coming!” he spoke “For I have Arrived……..”