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The lands of the North
The darkness grew across the forums, light was obscured, lanterns of hope winked out as they were overcome by the dark. The darkness had always been a dominant force in these lands, but now, in many ways, and in many places hope was gone, the lights extinguished, not just dimmed by shadow.
And thriving in that blackness was one who had once been of the light, his back turned on all that was once true and good, the urges, desires, hatreds and such were embraced, brought to the forefront, and empowered by it. But even ultimate darkness had to worry about the occasional light, for darkness becomes mere shadow, and can even be banished, if only temporarily, by enough light. A spark of brightness that had been growing suddenly winked out of the awareness of the one called the Reaper of souls by those who knew of it's power. This pleased him greatly, this interloper, a piece of his fragmented soul was gone from his awareness, and so with a threat gone, he positioned his pawns again. Another village would fall, more darkness would crush the light, and the survivors would end up in his cells awaiting their turns in the labratories of his spellcrafters.
The darkness was well pleased, and permitted itself an indulgent smile, and a low chuckle that raised the hair on the necks of even his most vile servants.
[ 06-01-2006, 10:22 AM: Message edited by: Morgeruat ]
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