Gathering Dark
'Tis but a short time now until the moon is once more full, then shall the six gather, each
from their own dominion, one to bring the dark tome and all to seek it's knowledge. Each
time they meet, the pit of darkness within grows ever greater, it is too late for some of their
number, their minds already burn upon the gates of hell the rest are but a hair breadth
away, though they know it not. Staring into the endless darkness they seek that which
stares back, a nameless thing it found them long ago and drew them to itself with the
promise of power, yet there is hope, for the power is to make and unmake. If they are
wise, their frail mortality may yet survive.
6th place in 'Act 1, Scene 1'
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