Wha... is..this

*normally he would have just walked past such a message board, tending to his own business and what not. it took a lot to set up ones own study.. and child protect it. god he didliked filthy little childern. but came across a sword and a note, and perchanced to glance at it*

Humm.. yada yada.. childern.. death.. magic.. *he just shurged and took the note down crumbled it up. and used a small cantrip to set it on fire, before dropping it* Childern and countrys dieing.. it means nothing to me.. nor the moon of dark magic. *he then bent down picked up the sword studied it for a second. and casted a simple identify spell. one of the few divatoin spells he cared to study. and paused for a second to consider the blades worth.. but only a second before he simply took apon himself to wisk it cast a telaportation spell on it.. hopfully with error.* never used swords.. just to big to hold on to at all times. could cut my scroll case off to.. *with that he left to his study. the note burning into the ground and the sword bouncing off somwhere in the planes*


WAYRATH DOES NOT ALLIE IT SELF TO NO ONE. FOR EVEN THE TEMPTION OF POWER IS BEYOND IT'S WALLS. FOR WAYRATH IS A SHCOOL OF MAGIC A PLACE WHERE THE LIGHTEST OR DARKEST SOULS, COME TO LEARN ABOUT THERE INNER STRENTHS AND WORLDS AROUND THEM.