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Post by Serrion on Sept 29, 2009 8:55:52 GMT -5
In the tortured land covered by the realm of Shadow, the huge fortress was crawling with activity. Shadowy shapes, some of them dragon sized and other smaller, moved from place to place though it was hard to discern monster from land. In the throne room a shadowy dragon sat patiently, before him were rows of his best assassins. Twenty in all. Burning eyes looked from shadow to shadow, the assassin dragons waited patiently. Then the lord shadow, the one once known as Daigmar stood. Not a word was spoken yet his orders were conveyed, and the assassins dissapeared. The shadow that was once Daigmar sat down, his assassins would strike while his foes were weak...
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