For saving the forest you are justly rewarded.

Gift of the Dryads

A Legion of Orcs

My search for knowledge leads me to the Council of the Archmage

returning home we celebrate victory amidst much wine and mead

Alone in the ancient forest I call upon the timeless gods of solitude

Within the temple ruins ancient memories of long lost gods crawl into my minds eye

As the horns of war resonate against the heavens the sound of bows stretching back echoes within my mind

In the darkest hour a beacon of hope stands unwavering amidst the fog

Riding swift and true through the night to save a kingdom from certain demise

As I stand before the gateway to eternity I scream into the vortex

From the realm of death do I return to the material plane

I gaze upon the advancing hordes from atop my ancient tower using a crystal scrying pool...

Alone in the forests of old I summon forth spirits from the shadow realm...

High arcana used to shatter barriers between realities...

Arcane power surges through me as ancient rocks from the heavens imbue me with the visions of ancient cosmic secrets...

Stones fall from the sky and bring with them ancient knowledge..

Nomadic tribes war for control as the ancient culture of the barbarian transcends time, surviving in the hearts of wild men

As I fall below the earth, I call upon the stars one last time to drag those who stand before me into the abyss with me.

Calling upon the cosmic arcane energy to aid me in battle

Cave Dweller scribes the ancient rhythms of the annals of history onto the cavern walls.  Email:  withinthecave@gmail.com