I felt a great disturbance in the ether, as if millions of voices suddenly cried out in terror, and were suddenly silenced. I fear something terrible has happened.
It was Monday, and the sun was falling fast. So it was time to head to the tavern for drink and smoke.
A day of valor and effort in the never ending battle against Mondain's vile creations is at loss without a night
exchanging tales. My horse and I came to a slow trot as we neared Mazewood Tavern. I could see the torch light thru the woods,
but I did not hear the clamor of the crowd, and the clashes of the mugs of ale and mead. As I neared the tavern I heard crying and a came steadily
to a halt. I was still in the thick of the woods, under cover of night. If I needed to retreat and survive I could. But after some time of observation, I could see the threat
was long gone. Only the grieving and the observing were present there. I arrived at horror, spread across the acres. The result of life, death
was predominantly before me. I dragged my feet across the rubble for a good while. exchanging short sentences with the people I saw.
Darrien Church. That ancient lich! Foul and unreasonable...
You see, the owner of the establishment was present and survived.
A few had gathered to speak with her on the third floor of the next building over.
She spoke of the lich, and it's gatherers. There was chanting for some time, a stir of echoes
no one would dare near. As word spread, as it does ever so fast, Sosaria's darker ones began to arrive
at the scene. I made my vague greetings, my slow nods, and soon a moon gate was conjured to allow for a more,
qualified discussion.
As night fell, we spoke of the fallen.
We spoke of the lich.
As much as I wanted to forget what happened,
and head home, to prepare for my day,
and my spell, I stayed. I spoke my mind to egg on
the follies of man. To keep minds occupied, and chaos active.
I may end up playing a larger roll in all of this.
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