••¤(`×[*(*l||l°)¤]×´)In Character Introduction(`×[¤(°l||l°)¤]×´)¤••
I knew it. They knew it. The weather knew it. The Anima knew it. Far from an entity you could hold a conversation with (probably because we are not sentient enough to), the planet has a curious but readable ability to forewarn of impending disaster. Tonight, the air pressure was so low you could scrape your fingers against it and the wind raged hard even for a Spring storm. The entirety of the tower was prepared to fling into action at a moment’s notice and we rallied our morale on the fact that we were the best wizards in the land and our tower is blessed by Saradomin. Yet, in the back of our minds, we knew that we were indeed the staff of the Wizards’ Tower that is blessed by Saradomin...and everyone knew it. Whatever was coming would be prepared as well.
It would have helped if we hadn’t been so strung up on research and theory, if we were more focused on practical applications. Though I could continue those kind of observations for several pages now. It is like they say, hindsight is 20/20. None of that matters now even if a written testament would help to be a mental tourniquet and assuage my damned soul. I’m running out of blood and time, anyways. My rambling to ease my mind has taken too long and now I hear it coming for me.
Know this, reader. The new occupants of the Wizards’ Tower west of Draynor ar