Cerce awoke with a start. "What in the name of the One..." He felt as if an impending doom was approaching, but he could not tell what. He was never one to interperate dreams well. All he could remember was the castle empty, his friends dead, and him next on the list of destruction; then pure pain and terror.
He sat up, and glanced about the room, expecting the shadows to become living forms themselves. Thankfully, they did not. Cerce got out of bed and hurried to his desk, where paper and an ink and quil awaited their usage. He wrote out several letters to his most trusted of friends, and awaited their response...
((Don't worry, I will actually send you guys a letter/PM in a sek - gotta eat
"One can concentrate so closely on the words of a sentence that one thereby misses the meaning. As can happen in any area of life. You must never lose focus on the larger landscape."
The Captivity of Geckosquid- A Journal
