||[Saturday 27th November 2004 at 1:11 am]
|||||[ mystique / part one ]||]|
There are two main ways this can go. You get to decide.
The elements raged around the tower, howling amongst the battlements. The spire was lost in the clouds, the tower stretching upwards.
Behind the glass walls at the top of the tower, the mage stood, watching the rain. Lightning arced to the peak, sending charges corruscating along the length of the tower.
The mage watched impassively, his face lit by flashes of lightning.
The storm was at his bidding. With but a thought, he could banish it to the far corners of the land.
Any particular reason why? (optional)