Post by webhead02000 on Oct 30, 2009 3:05:03 GMT -5
A man stands outside the enclave at Proskur and growls in a raspy voice to open the gates. Drenched with rain his red robes sag under the weight of the water pressing down on his thin frame as he walks, his beard whipping about in the wind. Stopping at the center of the road near a table, he takes out a sealed letter bound with black leather and says something unintelligible. The letter now softly glowing is handed backwards to a seemly invisible force as it vanishes. The man in red whispers "Take this to the Zulker." As the rain continues to fall, its drops form a shape around an invisible spherical creature who flies off at great speed.
//pm sent to DM rook.
//pm sent to DM rook.