there lucian crowsfoot stood attacking the undead as they arose outside house balice the great God.
we were in search of peril amongst the realms .the lord septom was gone but now the sefrons black magic still existed .we go in search of the chapel of the dead magic amidst blackened road .
the pathway that lay before us lay unmarked for centuries.
but now there crawling from the roadway beaten and torn crazed from something .
something the matter lucian .the roadway that lay before us is lost .
© David Alan Salsman