- Tue Nov 06, 2012 4:03 pm
#124324
As the champions of all realm gather to defeat the beast, a chill runs down the spine. I take a look around and I'm feeling comfortable knowing my brethren will fight with me till the end, till death.
As the coding of dimensions breaks the server can't hold the beast imprisoned any longer, it's to powerful now.
It strikes the center of what we call home, Spawn City. A fury of sandstorms terrorizes the air as the ground start shacking. It moves through ground, as shark through water. We will put this monster to rest as my grandfathers did a year ago. The beast starts taking us out one by one, as we disparate are trying to find its weakness. Swords and bows makes no damage against the sandbeast.
Dweller looks at me, we know what we must do. It's time for ancient magic.
We hide, looking for a page in the Arcane Scrolls, I sense the beast approaching, we run. being to slow the sand starts reaching me, It's too late. It ensnares my leg!... Dweller! Take the scolls!.. RUN!... The sand fills my lungs. I can't scream, but close my eyes...
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