"Here we go," Said the beauty. She stood before a great placid lake in the Vally of Shale, the lake was the Hades Horn. She threw something into the water, and be began to roil and toss. "Come forth Allanon, Walker Boh, Barrona. Comeforth and live once more." The water bubbled and boiled feircely. A small number of lesser spirits shot forth from the water, and then it happened, a whirlpool reached the center of the lake, and there rested a set of stairs. From those stairs arose such a howl, as to shake the earth and disturb the ground of the Vally of Shale.
From those stairs then assended three men in black robes. The men should have been aetherial, but they were completely materiel. They rose to the top of the water and looked at the Ard Rhys. They slowly left the water that was their souls prison for this time, and then they would touch solid ground and the lake would instantly become placid again.
The first one, the one with only one arm, spoke, "Grianne, How did you do this? It was thought impossible." The other two nodded.
"It was, but I discovered one thing in Park Asia. If the wronks were dead people, why coulden't we bring the druids of the past back?" continued Grianne. "So I searched and searched in the distant past, before the great war. I found something that could bring you back, and now I've used it. We must return to Paranor."
They all nodded and walked silently into the Tunnel which, at one point, contained The Black Elf-stone, and also the great sea monster. They walks silently through the tunnel and came out in the clearing, which held Paranor. They slowly, and for the three arisen from the dead, somewhat somberly, walked to Paranor. As they entered the great entry hall there stood something that none of the three had ever seen before, a Statue of each one in their last final battle. "A tribute to you all, for createing a land safe for your time. Now we must face a great evil. A Dwarf has found something that was only rumored to exist. Made from Dwarven magics lost long ago, this Dwarfstone, made of a great ruby, has the power of distruction, and makes it's controler impervious to physical assaults."
"You are all needed in the battle, as are a few freinds I've made along my journy. Four of them are elves, most skilled archers I've ever seen, six are dwarves, great trap builders and smart explosives makers, and two are Rock Trolls of the Charnels, great melee combat experts. They are with us to stop the assault on us by his minions. But now, I'm sure you'll all need sleep after the long walk and the revival. Tomorrow I'll explain the plans." With that, they all went off in seprate directions. As night fell the only things moveing in or near that dessolate little keep were the invisable things in the forests... the moor cats.
From those stairs then assended three men in black robes. The men should have been aetherial, but they were completely materiel. They rose to the top of the water and looked at the Ard Rhys. They slowly left the water that was their souls prison for this time, and then they would touch solid ground and the lake would instantly become placid again.
The first one, the one with only one arm, spoke, "Grianne, How did you do this? It was thought impossible." The other two nodded.
"It was, but I discovered one thing in Park Asia. If the wronks were dead people, why coulden't we bring the druids of the past back?" continued Grianne. "So I searched and searched in the distant past, before the great war. I found something that could bring you back, and now I've used it. We must return to Paranor."
They all nodded and walked silently into the Tunnel which, at one point, contained The Black Elf-stone, and also the great sea monster. They walks silently through the tunnel and came out in the clearing, which held Paranor. They slowly, and for the three arisen from the dead, somewhat somberly, walked to Paranor. As they entered the great entry hall there stood something that none of the three had ever seen before, a Statue of each one in their last final battle. "A tribute to you all, for createing a land safe for your time. Now we must face a great evil. A Dwarf has found something that was only rumored to exist. Made from Dwarven magics lost long ago, this Dwarfstone, made of a great ruby, has the power of distruction, and makes it's controler impervious to physical assaults."
"You are all needed in the battle, as are a few freinds I've made along my journy. Four of them are elves, most skilled archers I've ever seen, six are dwarves, great trap builders and smart explosives makers, and two are Rock Trolls of the Charnels, great melee combat experts. They are with us to stop the assault on us by his minions. But now, I'm sure you'll all need sleep after the long walk and the revival. Tomorrow I'll explain the plans." With that, they all went off in seprate directions. As night fell the only things moveing in or near that dessolate little keep were the invisable things in the forests... the moor cats.