Deep underground where no light could penetrate the heavy darkness a tall,
slim and yet muscled figure sits; surrounded in shadow, holding its hands
clasped in front of its face masked by the hood of an ancient brown cloak
while deep in thought.
A small, controlled fire lit before the cloaked figure glows emerald green illuminating the dank underground chamber and creating distorted and twisting shadows, which dance across the walls by the light of the fire.
An amulet draped around the figures neck sways to and fro as the cloaked figure silently rocks muttering words in its own native tongue.
The diamond shaped stone in the centre of the circular silver amulet glows green as the flames before it and the mist and cloud within it begins to clear revealing a dark shadow. A shadow of a man. A man from times past. A man whose darkness rivals the creatures own.
A small, controlled fire lit before the cloaked figure glows emerald green illuminating the dank underground chamber and creating distorted and twisting shadows, which dance across the walls by the light of the fire.
An amulet draped around the figures neck sways to and fro as the cloaked figure silently rocks muttering words in its own native tongue.
The diamond shaped stone in the centre of the circular silver amulet glows green as the flames before it and the mist and cloud within it begins to clear revealing a dark shadow. A shadow of a man. A man from times past. A man whose darkness rivals the creatures own.