" 'I don't know what it is...but it's relentless! Ive damaged it enough to kill seven of the best assassins, so i know that it isnt human....
This may be my last entry and....It's here! I....' "

Recvered blood stained diary of Fisrak the Traveler.


The shadows moved.
The guildmage hurried his pace, seeing the giant spire in the darkness that signaled safety and home.
His name was Tarash and he was the leader of a small group of Shaper Mages in the remote city of Raceda.
he whirled, casting a light spell, and saw nothing.
He kept walkign, cautiously.