by InfernalAngel » Tue Aug 02, 2011 3:40 pm
A mage overloads the pole wiht lightning, and it explodes, sending shrapnel everywhere. Unfortunantly a rod of metal perices the mage's chest, and he slwoly crawls ontop of the hill as he bleeds.
My hill....?
The mage summons a Demon to help him gaurd the hill as he bleeds.
"Auferre, trucidare, rapere, falsis nominibus imperium; atque, ubi solitudinem faciunt, pacem appellant."
"They plunder, they slaughter, and they steal: this they falsely name Empire, and where they make a wasteland, they call it peace."