AN: Sorry for the short chapter, just couldn' find a way to sneak this into chapter four or the original chapter five. Oh well.
[-I-] Chapter Five [-I-]
Far above the forest, at the top of an ancient tower, stood a man in black robes. His long black hair was hidden by his heavy hood. The man's eyes were bright blue and shone like beacons. To any sane adventurer, this cloaked figure was a dangerous magic user, and a magic user in this part of the woods could only be one man: The Tactomancer.
The Tactomancer uttered some ancient words, and conjured up a two dimensional image of the people who had invaded his forest.
It was an odd group of heroes. A very odd group. From what the Tactomancer could see, this new group was made up out of five people: A knight, who was probably the group's leader, led the party. The knight was followed by a miner who never talked, an archer who couldn't stop talking, a man wearing black clothes and stylish boots, and… Who was that fifth man? He appeared to be ageless; the Tactomancer couldn't tell it he was a teenager or an adult.
The Tactomancer adjusted his hood and frowned. The fifth member had an ancient aura of magika surrounding him. The aura was seeping through the forest, and climbed up the tower. The Tactomancer inhaled the aura, and began to choke. What was this oppressive force? The strength of the aura was crushing him! The Tactomancer conjured up a shield to protect him from the ancient power, and backed up while coughing violently.
The Tactomancer retreated into his cobblestone tower and flipped a lever. This was going to be fun.
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