Nov 20, 2014
Sayings of a Seer
"I foresee an end to magic. Your end in particular."
The words echoed through the man's head as he slipped into a deep trance. Fortune had always favored him in his journeys, but now it appears that the fates themselves were against him. Perhaps it was to be all along - the breaking of such brittle conduits by which their pathetic magics were channeled was bound to be noticed by higher beings...
No matter. Nerif's visions, if divinely granted, may yet be of service to him. However, if arcane were his ways, by divination and by sorcerous means, then he shall fall by this gleaming blade.