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Raistlin
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Date Posted: 13:42:14 08/19/02 Mon
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+ From the shadows, a mysterious one watched from the depths +
+ His body was perfectly alligned with the darkness, yet a glint prevailed from the artifact he possessed +
+ Shadower listened carefully to both emotions, whispers, words, and thoughts from the little dracling +
+ The Golden Age? +
+ More like the Age of Games... +
+ Shaking ebon head, the mage dragon simply nods his head +
+ Peace? +
+ Grinning, he knew it was going to occur sooner or later +
+ Isis would have to vent as well, for she was as evil as Ramoth +
+ Jealousy was her strive, he could believe that +
+ Maybe vengence as well +
+ Smirking of devious posture, the blue and silver eyed dragon looked upon himself +
+ He was such an embarrassment now +
+ Scales of raven feathers were more glossy than rained on silver +
+ Yet the body they covered was corrupt and ruined +
+ Muscles sagged in his legs, for he could no longer walk without assistance +
+ The staff in his talon was of ashen wood and gold +
+ It was his only means of transportation ever, now +
+ Arrogant and stubborn, the Shadow Lord looked upon the little dracling who still wore the necklace he had given her as a wyrmling +
+ He particularly liked this dracling, she seemed to be the least like her mother +
+ Smirking to himself, a sigh is heard from his throat as he pities himself +
As the end of the Golden Age emerges, another will start... Pity peace, for that will never be the result
+ Smirking, he knew +
+ As long as he lived, there wouldnt be peace +
+ The Shadow Lord wanted power, as his rival did as well +
+ And no one would stop him until he achieved it, or was killed +
+ Beginning to walk off, he looked back and watched +
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Rċistlin
- The Archmagus -
I' back, so sorry!!! ~ DaWn ~
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