With my shades all around me I sent my Will

With my shades all around me I sent my Will out to see you in your places, times, and seasons. My Will should have been back by now at the end of your places, times, and seasons.

The moon howled over what was left of your will Phaeton. My reach expands to cover all worlds. Nothing can stop me after tonight when the final ritual will be done. Blood will run.

After hearing the Headpriest's speech,Phaeton was trussed up by the Minion as a sacrifice to Goth'Zul the Overdemon of Worlds,on this night of the Bloodmoon.Phaeton hadn't given up

hope that he would escape, but he failed to see how it would happen now, as the flames below singed the hair on his arms. Then, from the corner of his eye, he noticed something

in a boat rowed toward him, waving his hands, obviously in distress. But it was too late, the flames had turned to water and the water had begun to spin into a maelstrom of blue.

He stood there and watched. It was all he could do, the boat dissapperd in to the storm and vanished like it was never there.

He lost all sense of direction as the earth shook and the trees shuddered. The Orcs who lived there approached the Tree King, an oak, about which gods were sending messages.

The Tree King spoke: “The gods sending messages are…” Suddenly the Tree King stopped as a dog passing through urinated on his trunk. Angered, the Tree King clammed up. The Orcs got

impatient, too impatient, so impatient that they don't even care about it anymore. They chopped the king tree and went back home to their swamp and told made up endings to their's.