Tue Jun 22, 2010 9:12 pm by Cronal
*Rising quickly up and out of the atmoshpere of the Sorcerer world of Prakith came the single form of the transport containing both leaders of the Rhand, Maliik of Magic and that of Blades. The two Emperors of Nihl, mighty in their own right and powerful beyond comprehension. They were destined for Dorin, in the Expansion Region of the Galaxy, and were on one of the most holiest of missions the Dark could wish for them to accomplish. The complete eradication of the Sages of Dorin, and the reclaiming of yet another piece of their legacy in this Galaxy. The massed knowledge of Sorcery and Alchemy held within the stone walls of the Keep of Andeddu slowly, yet assuredly, grew each day another Sorcerer was successful in his missions for the Dark. It grew every single time a team went out into the expanse of the Galaxy and came back alive. They never failed. Ever.*
*At the helm of the YT-2000, the chosen and modified transport for the mission at hand, was Cronal. Grinning at his successful piloting skills, a testament of knowing and traveling alongside his brother, Cassus, the Swordsman of Panatha flipped the Hyperdrive switch online and silently breathed out, engaging the device that would transport them to the site of their purification. They were on their way to do the work of the Dark.
Onward, to Dorin.*