02-16-2006, 10:10 PM
A formless mass of darkness rises from the corner of the room. Two brilliant eyes finally appear and the raspy voice of Efluvia fills the chamber, her words incanted by every shadow.
"Listen well, worms. In movement of nether I sense the coming of the swarm. In whispers of shadow I hear the servants of the Qiraj. And in still-warm entrails I see the great enemy and know their thoughts. Their weakness is made plain to me.
"The Wall quakes as the earth itself heaves and vomits forth countless legion as the avatars of the Old God rally against all life. A day of reckoning has come and the future is shrouded in a darkness borne of wings.
"Prepare yourselves, puny Tribe of Ironsong, the fight of the ages is coming and united we must stand or all fall."
OOC: Sounds like the gates open this coming week! Weee hehe!
"Listen well, worms. In movement of nether I sense the coming of the swarm. In whispers of shadow I hear the servants of the Qiraj. And in still-warm entrails I see the great enemy and know their thoughts. Their weakness is made plain to me.
"The Wall quakes as the earth itself heaves and vomits forth countless legion as the avatars of the Old God rally against all life. A day of reckoning has come and the future is shrouded in a darkness borne of wings.
"Prepare yourselves, puny Tribe of Ironsong, the fight of the ages is coming and united we must stand or all fall."
OOC: Sounds like the gates open this coming week! Weee hehe!