Dartonus
2007-03-04, 02:50 PM
The lich returned to the mountain that his birthplace was deep under. He took a deep breath, and began to climb. The icy mountain was just as large as it had been in his childhood, and a Great Wyrm White Dracolich lazily circled the mountain's peak, near the entrance to the cave where his hometown of Sur'ran was. As he looked, the lich muttered to himself
So you still claim the cave entrance, Twanhul?
He grimaced, and told his awakened mummy to get some help.
This plot is fairly morphic, and I will do my best to twist it to reflect decisions I would not have forseen.
The wind picks up, and a blizzard begins as the Lich walks up the mountain path, and the dragon lands out of sight. The icy mountainside prevents him from seeing the two Ice devils behind a ledge where they can push several tons of ice off.
So you still claim the cave entrance, Twanhul?
He grimaced, and told his awakened mummy to get some help.
This plot is fairly morphic, and I will do my best to twist it to reflect decisions I would not have forseen.
The wind picks up, and a blizzard begins as the Lich walks up the mountain path, and the dragon lands out of sight. The icy mountainside prevents him from seeing the two Ice devils behind a ledge where they can push several tons of ice off.