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The Arcane Order |
| Giving a sigh, Andrew Do'kora finished
Attaching the note to his raven companion. With a wave of his arm, the
carrion bird took flight, it's large black wings shimmering in the
blasted Felucca sun. Standing up now in the dead forest that surrounded
him, he pulled his pack over his shoulders, adjusted his katana in the
sash at his side, and stared walking, making his way for the ruins of
the old Glade.
Several thoughts filled his mind as he waded through the blood-soaked grass and bone-riddled grounds of Felucca. Last he had heard, the elves were close to making a deal with Mord'sythe for the Silver Ginseng. He had heard rumors of this "cleansing ritual" the citizens of Tel'Ruid were hoping to commence. He only hoped that it would turn out differently than it had years ago. In his opinion, it would've made more sense to kill the afflicted then put an end to Mord'sythe himself. Then again, he never had trusted magic much to begin with. Reaching his destination, Andrew looked up at what once was known as "the haunted tower". With a slightly nervous swallow, he rested his hand on the hilt on his blade and began to wait. Before his thoughts turned to the upcoming meeting, one last worry ran through his head... "I hope the letter gets to K'ryn.." |
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Library Arcane: The Lord of the Dead