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The Arcane Order |
| Azeron looked out his window at the elven
temple. Even now, he could see Khyrian and Talanithus talking atop of
it, pointing out directions to an annoyed looking Khalin. They moved
benches out of the way and prepared the reagents for the ritual. Looking
back at his desk, he opened up the golden box that held the one thing
that they had waited for — the Silver Ginseng.
Sinjun had delivered it to him this morning. There had been a look of... something in her eyes. She wouldn't discuss her encounter with Mord'sythe the night before, but something in her look made him hesitant to ask about it. He had to admit that the man who called himself Trenton Sythe had become thoroughly confusing in the past week. But there was no time to dwell on it. Perhaps there had been a shred of humanity left in the old sorcerer after all... The doubts still existed, though. And as Azeron closed the lid on the strongbox he prayed that this gift had been given in good faith. Tonight, they would perform the Ritual of Sundering. And, as was done so many years ago, elves and humans would unite to conduct the ritual. Khyrian had reconstructed as many details as he possibly could in preparation for this. He wanted everything to occur exactly as it had before. And that is what disturbed Azeron. Six-hundred years ago, this same ritual had been performed. It had marked the end of the Affliction during that age. But at the ritual's end, an angered fiend from the depths of the abyss had enacted his revenge on each person present. Azeron hoped and prayed that things would go differently this time. |
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Library Arcane: The Lord of the Dead