Crestfallen Library: Breath of the Phoenix - 702
January 29, 1977 Original Design
the Gray sat at his desk pondering the meanings of the words on the
paper and lazily flipping through the ancient book, stopping
momentarily, then glancing back at the parchment. He had repeated this
same routine for the last few days, mesmerized by the symbol and the odd
words. The Sigil drew his attention once more, and he idly traced the
outer edge of the embedded stone in the book.
attendant brought word that The Council of Crestfallen was sending an
expert in the field of sigils to see the book. Davorine sighed heavily,
as an Acolyte of the White Robe this was what flamed his pride, the ability
to decipher symbols and root out their meaning. He glanced over at the
hourglass, and felt his eyes grow heavy.
they have odd magic, rooted in the very earth we stand. We've lost
20,000 troops and 40 battalions of gargoyles"...Torenticus,
General-Advocate of the dark army stood before his master, eyes downcast
to the ground as he finished his report. On the throne before him the
great maul opened wide and in an instant the general winked out of
existence. Lycosis stood to the left near the door of the giant throne
room, then he found himself standing, staring into the eyes of his
"It appears you've been promoted
Lycosis" ...a voice, like molten gravel rumbled
through the room... "do not disappoint me" The new general bowed so low his horns scraped the
rock in front of the throne.."as you command my liege!".
sharp knock brought Davorine back to his senses. He hurried and opened
the door and a thin man, hair pulled back in ponytail strolled into the
room. His cloak fell in a heap as he turned to eye Davorine. "You've been sleeping with the book" ... it wasn't a question. "No I would never.." ...
me well Davorine" the man continued to stare at him, voice soft and chilling. His face was thin, and his clothing well kept. "The sigil is
written on your face, the energies twist and churn below the surface,
waiting to be released. We must hurry, for you've but a week to prepare"
"You've been chosen young Geomancer, for the journey of a lifetime".