On the Whispering Way (A fragment of a book of shadows)
Dogbert | November 23, 2009
The young teen flipped through the pages of the leather-bound tome. Despite its age, the book was still in remarkable condition… almost like a grimoire. “So you’re a necromancer dad, no wonder you keep to yourself like you do” the girl said to herself as she ran fingers through her short, raven tresses. Her big, emerald eyes of elven half-blood went through the paragraphs in spite of the most insufficient light she used to read, skipping pages at random, stopping on paragraphs that called her:
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Almost every scholar of the black arts is familiar to some degree with The Whispering Way, a philosophy which seeks perfection in stasis, and claims the world must die in order for it to forever live. That, at least, is the assumed (more…)