Wraithspire had been removed from the vicinity of Dark Lake territories. The chateau, the mile-high spire of earth, and the forest surrounding it in a two mile radius from the base of the spire had simply vanished; a smooth bowl-like crater of heat fused rock left behind to mark its former resting place.
Reports had come to the Rhy?Din City Guard that Wraithspire, the spire as well as the castle, had reappeared in the mountainous northern wilderness miraculously. Much of the north territory had fallen out of use, and the old nobility that claimed those lands had fallen on hard times and much of the land had been reclaimed by nature. Just recently, the Baron became victim to plague. \He and his family had been walled in their manor by what remained of the village?s survivors, left to fever, starvation, or the cannibalization of one another, whichever came first. Those that had not contracted the illness had fled the lands soon afterward, their dead forsaken were they?d fallen, denied proper burial and eternal rest.
What with the sale of properties in the City of Rhy'Din, as well as the laws proposed by Rhy'Din's citizens, it was no small wonder the ominous residence of the Dark Lord had been relocated. How it had been accomplished was a mystery which left food for thought. Tons upon tons of earth, stone, flora and fauna had been ripped from the earth, only to be deposited hundreds of miles in the mountain ranges in the still habitable northern regions of the continent.
It wasn?t too long after the mysterious disappearance of the ?Eye Sore? landmark, as many commoner?s had called it, that a new shop opened near the outskirts of the temple district. A large brownstone had been purchased, and the new owner had turned it into a business, or so it appeared. A sign was erected outside; hand crafted, it depicted a hand held open to receive a chalice, the esoteric symbols for wealth, love, health, happiness, and many others were painted in vivid color surrounding the goblet in what appeared white clouds or mist. The artwork of the sign was for those commoners who remained illiterate ? the owner?s of ?Covetous Desires LLP? were not discriminatory about to whom they catered, it seemed.
The ?Black Wizard? stood on the veranda gazing down at his cortege unpacking exquisitely crafted, lavish furnishings. He had sent that mahogany office bureau, the leather high wing-back chair, and the velvet upholstered davenport back three times to have redone to his proper specifications. He appeared stern of visage as he leaned his palms against the railing; eyes narrowing as one of the staff almost dropped his desk. ?That desk is more valuable to me than ye are, Darian; one scratch on that wood and I?ll evidence to ye, personally, just how much,? the ?devil-kin? intoned darkly.
Reports had come to the Rhy?Din City Guard that Wraithspire, the spire as well as the castle, had reappeared in the mountainous northern wilderness miraculously. Much of the north territory had fallen out of use, and the old nobility that claimed those lands had fallen on hard times and much of the land had been reclaimed by nature. Just recently, the Baron became victim to plague. \He and his family had been walled in their manor by what remained of the village?s survivors, left to fever, starvation, or the cannibalization of one another, whichever came first. Those that had not contracted the illness had fled the lands soon afterward, their dead forsaken were they?d fallen, denied proper burial and eternal rest.
What with the sale of properties in the City of Rhy'Din, as well as the laws proposed by Rhy'Din's citizens, it was no small wonder the ominous residence of the Dark Lord had been relocated. How it had been accomplished was a mystery which left food for thought. Tons upon tons of earth, stone, flora and fauna had been ripped from the earth, only to be deposited hundreds of miles in the mountain ranges in the still habitable northern regions of the continent.
It wasn?t too long after the mysterious disappearance of the ?Eye Sore? landmark, as many commoner?s had called it, that a new shop opened near the outskirts of the temple district. A large brownstone had been purchased, and the new owner had turned it into a business, or so it appeared. A sign was erected outside; hand crafted, it depicted a hand held open to receive a chalice, the esoteric symbols for wealth, love, health, happiness, and many others were painted in vivid color surrounding the goblet in what appeared white clouds or mist. The artwork of the sign was for those commoners who remained illiterate ? the owner?s of ?Covetous Desires LLP? were not discriminatory about to whom they catered, it seemed.
The ?Black Wizard? stood on the veranda gazing down at his cortege unpacking exquisitely crafted, lavish furnishings. He had sent that mahogany office bureau, the leather high wing-back chair, and the velvet upholstered davenport back three times to have redone to his proper specifications. He appeared stern of visage as he leaned his palms against the railing; eyes narrowing as one of the staff almost dropped his desk. ?That desk is more valuable to me than ye are, Darian; one scratch on that wood and I?ll evidence to ye, personally, just how much,? the ?devil-kin? intoned darkly.