23,770
editsno edit summary
HiddenDragon (talk | contribs) mNo edit summary |
No edit summary |
||
(One intermediate revision by the same user not shown) | |||
Line 6: | Line 6: | ||
| description = '''Book Draft - Volume III''' is a journal that may have belonged to Roan Featherway. | | description = '''Book Draft - Volume III''' is a journal that may have belonged to Roan Featherway. | ||
| quote = The third book in a series of romance novels, this once beautifully bound book has had pages ripped out, glued back in and even tied to the book's spine using a piece of twine. | | quote = The third book in a series of romance novels, this once beautifully bound book has had pages ripped out, glued back in and even tied to the book's spine using a piece of twine. | ||
| book | | book author = Roan Featherway | ||
| book text = ['Volume Three' is written in bold on the front. The title 'The Cost of Sorrow' is followed by a number of question marks.] | | book text = ['Volume Three' is written in bold on the front. The title 'The Cost of Sorrow' is followed by a number of question marks.] | ||
'But why?' Roa screams, the beast within barely contained. 'Why follow Shar? Why destroy Moonhaven?' | 'But why?' Roa screams, the beast within barely contained. 'Why follow [[Shar]]? Why destroy [[Blighted Village|Moonhaven]]?' | ||
Ketheric stares down [haughtily? cruelly?] at Roa as he steps over the bodies of Harpers and | [[Ketheric Thorm|Ketheric]] stares down [haughtily? cruelly?] at Roa as he steps over the bodies of [[Harpers]] and [[druid]]s alike. 'Shar knows all.' He smiles [maliciously?]. 'She gave me a holy mission. I'm merely fulfilling it.' | ||
'The people of Moonhaven trusted you!' Roa cries, his anger rising. 'How could you turn your Dark | 'The people of Moonhaven trusted you!' Roa cries, his anger rising. 'How could you turn your [[Dark Justiciar]]s on them?' Ketheric smiles, 'They needed the target practice. Can't have Shar's elite getting rusty, now can we? As for you...' a crescent blade appears in his [cruel?] hands. 'You are but one lone druid, Roa. Who are you to stand against me?' | ||