Post by DM Hackmaster on Oct 27, 2009 10:24:05 GMT -5
Phelzaron walks to the shrine and begins his usual prayers, as he completes them and begins to stand a hand of bone rests to his shoulder. "Guardian...has there been trouble?" Phelzaron turns, the Lich holding a sealed letter. "Hmm....my thanks, a tithe for your trouble."Phelzaron drops coin into the plate and takes the letter, tucking it into the folds of his robes.
Later, he sits in a boat, a robed skeletal figure silently guides the rotted vessel that by all natural laws should not be afloat through the impossibly unnavigable lake. A heavy impenetrable mist hangs in the air so thick you cannot see from one end of the boat to the other. The blackened waters seem to have the faces of hundreds of souls lurking just underneath it's dead calm surface. Phelzaron opens the letter and reads while he has a moment. The fog embracing him and the vessel, the souls gently pushing it along to parts unknown.
I AM NOT ROCKING THE BOAT, I'M GUNNA SWAMP THIS MOTHER FU&$3#!!! - DIRK
Yellowbeard- "When they stretched me up on a rack for 15 years I didn't go around dieing all over the place! They will have to kill me before I die!"