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The Arcane Order |
| The man stood away from the edge of the elven
glade, looking inward. His view was not totally unobstructed — trees
and brush were still blocking his view in several directions — but he
dared not move closer. He had easily sensed the mystic barriers that
surrounded the area, but he could not as easily disperse their effects.
And so he waited near the edge, finding the spot with the most
visibility, while his shroud of imperceptibility still covered him.
He looked inward, watching two elves make their way into the central building — from the looks of it, it was a tavern. In his soul, he felt the insatiable lust to consume them. One feeding. Just one. An evil, toothy grin swept across his face. One feeding from an elf’s undying essence and I would be as a god! He glanced to his shoulder, at his long hair. It now had streaks of white in it again; his life-force slowly ebbed as he fed the power of his imperceptibility. His hand made its way to the hilt of his bone-blade. A consciousness touched his, one of insatiable malice. Soon, very soon, we will feast. Not just a taste, like before. But we will draw out every last breath from them. Then, aged spirit, you will hunger no more... |
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Library Arcane: The Lord of the Dead