Friday, December 03, 2004
The sound startled thousands of Arfigoths in the Zrragrab forest. A simple tinkle of silverwood leaves and the sound of phraxwood flute, the soft melodious enchantment haunts and chill the hearts of all Arfigoths who chanced to have ever heard this spell.
A panic swept through the land. Children huddled close to their mothers, wings tucked nervously around them. Males adults immediately spread their wings and took flight towards the nearest mikwood tree for a closer look at the intruders. The battlements have blown the war horn, signaling the legions' gathering.
