On another planet, in another universe, Imic Greymane, nephew of Gordak Greymane (lord of Greymane keep),ran up an ancient set of stairs. Behind him, the lights of an ancient city, older then time itself, started to dwindle and fade. The bay of Dahrans wrath glottered in the moonlight. He ran to the doors of Castle Undarak, and wrenched them open. Beyond them was a huge hall, with helmeted guards standing tall against the flames from migically lit lights. Ahead of him was another set of doors. He went through.
Suddenly, the quiet atmosphere of the main hall vanished, immediately replaced by the unique sound of arguing poloticians.
'QUIET'
Imic's cry instantly filled the hall, drowning out the noise. Suddenly, everyone was quiet.
At the end of the hall stood matriarch Gwendolyn. She had instinctively raised her long handed axe, which she put down upon seeing who it was.
'Ah, Imic' she said. 'How is your esteemed uncle these days, may I ask?'
'Troubled' replyed Imic. 'After the business with the giant spider, things went down hill in doomforests. As you know, I was "killed". I, of course, made it out of the shadow realm, and got to Greymane Keep, but I was messaged by Gardrok, who told me that strange cultists were attempting to activate the portal.' Imic took a deep breath. He had talked way too fast.
'Hmmm... And how is... Tou know...'
'Code red.'
'Oh no- JHIL!!!'
Gwendolyn's twin brother, king jhil, walked out from nowhere in particular almos immediately.
'What is i-'
'The you-know-what is code red.'
That night, the slow sleep of the ancient city of Undarak was disturbed by the marching of troops, the readying of ships, the arming of tanks, and the ringing of alarm bells. It had begun.
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Topic: The End of Doomforests: The Final Turn that Never came (Read 97962 times)