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Date Posted: 12:45:11 04/06/01 Fri
Author: Wil
Author Host/IP: NoHost / 209.216.155.183
Subject: The Nightmare....

A weary Necromancer gazes east across the forbodding sea , cold against the wind, he remains a lonely gaunt shadow in the hazed moonlight. Hands trembling, he reaches for a handful of sopped wet sand in hopes it will command another vile champion from the depths of evil to assist in one last campaign.

Banished forever as Priest of Rathma, his jouney is a lonely crusade committed to the essence that is of the great Cycle of Being. His dark minions forged of hell itself sheild him against the cold, fire and ever present danger.

A chilling tought came quickly to mind, " Is it I alone that shall force the burden of evil that has plagued this landscape of all creatures of Hell.... including the evil Lord of Terror himself? "How will I endure such a monumental task? I am weak and surely will fall to Diablo's minions long before his stronghold at Sanctuary?"

Again looking east, he tosses the handful of sand into the wind and strangely beholds the great magic of the Order of Mage Clans. A raging fire Golem (Ernie:) from the depths of hell stands quietly before him awaiting his every command.

"Time has come welcomed friend, the battle grows nearer and the eerie sounds of death fill the night's void. Together and always east we will travel until dawn's last light and battle with honour the evil that has purged this land. East always East.


Many thanks to all who have helped this humble Necromancer along his long hard fought journey.

The Profit, Level 80 :)
Wil

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