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DrakmathusCvN

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(3/28/03 10:34 pm)
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Drakmathus sat in his home as a band of murderers ran by. "Good thing I was hidden" he thought". He set down the blade he had just applied poison to. His thoughts drifted to his past. Days when he was among the murderous brigands that ran by his house, days when he wouldn't be hiding in his own house. "Those were good times" he thought. Women, good friends, mountains of gold, the best armor and the finest wine Brittannias grapes could produce. All were within arms reach then.
So much had changed, and a new threat was here in the form of Necromancers. "More change" thought Drakmathus. So many old friends passed away or moved away due to change. New friends always keeping Drakmathus' attention enough to keep him from returning to the life of a Dread Lord.
The Shadow Collective and The High Council seemed to be arguing over spells and weapons, or maybe it was horses and beetles. "No matter" thought Drak. The killers nevered squabbled like this, with noted posted to signs. In utter disgust of what Brittania had become, he opened an old book he kept stashed away. "I never thought I would use this again" said Drak, to nobody inparticular. Wanting to end the boredom and the frustration, he spoke an incantation from the book directed towards the gods. He hoped it would still work. A few seconds later, a gate as black as night opened in front of him. As he stepped through, he spoke outloud to no one again. "Perhaps, one day I will return, be well friends."

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