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2008-01-16, 07:59 PM
From far and wide, the great scholar mage Madnrake, summoned a conclave of many of the wealthiest and most powerful lords of the Geomundai, border lands. He asked them to come to hear of his latest research into the lost regalia of the once great empire.
Now nearly two dozen men, ranging from ruthless warlords to pious paladins, find themselves sitting around a massive oaken table in the mages tower. The golden inlaid runes of the table, do little to offset the hostility in the room.
As you find your seats, Krain "Lord of Dark Citadel" stands up.
"If this petty mage can't find the time to see me when I arrive, he can watch me leave."
With these words Krain storms out slamming the mahogany doors behind him.. The room is silent in his wake.
Now nearly two dozen men, ranging from ruthless warlords to pious paladins, find themselves sitting around a massive oaken table in the mages tower. The golden inlaid runes of the table, do little to offset the hostility in the room.
As you find your seats, Krain "Lord of Dark Citadel" stands up.
"If this petty mage can't find the time to see me when I arrive, he can watch me leave."
With these words Krain storms out slamming the mahogany doors behind him.. The room is silent in his wake.