[ IP ] Muse - Absolution

He looked upon the Shar seeing at last the stone-faced moniliths -- ancient guardians petrified by time and left to rot tears of slipping sand. It was magnificent. The birthplace of Shazabar the Red, Kilm Fo'Denny the Wise, and Fen Locke the Bull. It was revoltingly beautiful. More evil had been born within the walls of this bastion of black magic, than had been birthed anywhere before in time. 
 
 He pulled the silver bell, with its onyx handle and mithril clapper and gave it a slow shake. The shadows of the mages that died defending the citadel came alive, slipping free of the guardian's tears, crying out *who comes*, and regarded he who held the bell. As one, they dropped to one knee and pulled dark, soul-chilling blades from their phantom scabbards and presented them to he who called them. A slow sadistic smile slithered across his face. 
 
 He had his army at last.
