The beginingThe Arch-magi Thedonus poured over the old tome one last time. He once again checked to make sure every componet of the ritual was perfect, he knew he couldn't afford any errors. Thedonus was beyond old, his pallid skin stretched so tight over arthritic bone it look as if a breeze would tear it. His milky eyes teared as he tried to focus on the scrawls in the book.The begining by rastill
Thedonus was Arch-magi in skill only, his formal title of the head of all mages guilds had been stripped long ago by the temple, for practices boardering on herasy. If they only knew what was coming he mused. A fallen mage maybe but one who surpassed in all circles of magic, even the new Arch-magi wished for his death. Thedonus smiled to himself they will all get their wish.
He started the chant, a strange gutteral tounge one that instantly fled from the mind. The words were harsh, and the ancient lungs powering them made it that much worse. The chanting went on for hours, then days. Thedo