Sunday, April 22, 2007
Can escape actually be possible?
Grey mists swirl about me, the tendrils of the evil fog binding me to this realm of the Dead. Yet I do have a few tricks up my sleeve. I managed to conjure a few ancient tomes of Magyck, which I peruse at great peril. The incantations are powerful, deadly, but I think perhaps I have found a way to return to the land of the living...to my beloved Caledon. The spells will be a long and arduous task, but with any luck, I may once again be able to walk freely in my estate in the Moors by Tuesday. I can only pray to the God and Goddess that my venture will be succesful.