The whispers of the Harbinger

Running shadows seeping deep.

His dreams wept the sleeping leap.

Into the waiting unconscious dimension.

Beyond his mind's eye
Beyond comprehension...


As if from the eye of an eagle, Jerick soared over his village, the tall pines stretching out from below to touch him. Amidst the village cast in the dull shimmering light of the remaining torches, a figure stands, cloaked in a mirage of translucent illusion. The light warps around him, wrapping around as if repelled by an invisible force. He stands, his arm outstretched above him, in his hand a rod, that of which the darkness poured from in a river of evil.

He began chanting,

"Oooh

Svads!

Oooh

Svads!

Iai dien anthroen enzaeus VECKSTHREX!


Chaos exploded.