*read prologue Sign of the Lich*
The two figures moved out of the shadows into the dimly lit room. The smell of must lay heavily in the air and with each breath taken a light mist of dust was sent swirling from the shadowy visitors into the torch light. The tallest of the two, wearing a bone crafted armor, cape and black visor covering all but 2 pale blue orbs suddenly spoke in a rasping voice, "The time has come for us to gather our power. The five fingers of the skull are soon in place. Your powers will strengthen us greatly. Soon the powers of death will rise to our command and all will fear our name!"
The other figure, torchlight seemingly melting away from her slender form, wore a robe of fine articulate symbols and a hood of a thick dark material. Her slender arm brushed aside the hood to reveal a face of intricate elven beauty. She nodded to the voice of the other and spoke in a voice mingled with arcane power,
" I accept the post of the Archlord of the Finger of Death. The weak of the world will soon fear life more than death."
She then bent to a knee before the armored man. He reached out his hand speaking arcane words of power and a darkness enveloped the kneeling figure and suddenly seemed to melt into her being. He then spoke.
"It is done. You are accepted. The path to death now lies open.."
" I accept the post of the Archlord of the Finger of Death. The weak of the world will soon fear life more than death."
She then bent to a knee before the armored man. He reached out his hand speaking arcane words of power and a darkness enveloped the kneeling figure and suddenly seemed to melt into her being. He then spoke.
"It is done. You are accepted. The path to death now lies open.."
"Ending Chapter 1."
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