The room was still as spacious as it had been earlier, though it was now occupied by Frilarth, Frilarn, and Caelidorus, all of whom seemed to be sleeping. Forlirn was where he had gone to sleep, but he was no longer sleeping. Rather, he was quietly laying, silently eying Matthew as he processed what had just happened.
High in the mountains of Elune, Thlorian stood atop a high cliff, staring out over a large, flat section of land in the midst of the otherwise mountainous land. Before the half-dragon was an enormous, intricate circle, likely the sort used for magical purposes. The circle was several miles in circumference, filling the entire land below, and had been composed with exceptional care, for every square inch of intricate the circle had been inscribed with meticulous attention to detail. All in all, it was quite a sight, likely visible from quite high in the sky.
"And so the task is complete," Thlorian spoke, seemingly to himself as he gazed in the direction of the rising sun. "Completed on the Eve of the Dark Star. Tonight, the bond shall break."
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17-Apr-2012 06:45:33