Gerion's+Report1

=Report= This report is meant for the eyes of The Fox only. Those who aren't meant to read this will be hunted down by the Shades of Grey. All information will be pried from their mind by the forces of darkness, along with whatever memories you cherish most. If the following words are read by anyone without the express permission of The Fox or of The Shadow, they will be tortured severely.

To: The Fox From: The Shadow (A.K.A Gerion Sha)

The times have been hard. This past time of starving has left thousands dead. Of course this isn't what concerns you though, for it isn't the work of some darker evil. It is the work of greedy men, who cannot spare a slice of bread for the dying children in our streets. The sun rises but few hours and those who are left to the elements turn to icicles in the harsh night. It may sound odd for we are somewhat equatorial, but my theory is that the air and water mages are bringing in the cold, for some reason or another. The days are blistering hot, and there is no solace from the bright sun. Again I suspect the New Five are tempering with the weather. However this isn't my biggest worry, I fear I am losing my grasp on power in this country. I am persistently being hunted by the various elementals of The Five. It may be out of revenge for their counterparts which I slew, but I know it is more than just that.

I have but one stronghold left, the cave in which I was born. I have come to an odd place in this cave however, it may sound idiotic to report and it may not be important to you, but I have found an old stone doorway. With what I think to be a Smoky Quartz keystone. It is in the depths of the cave system, located in a large chamber. There is a chasm separating the area in which I come in and the area where the door is. That is not all though. There is a great beast, with white wings made of papery flesh. It has the body and wings of a bat, but below it's torso are the legs of midnight black mare. It paces around the gate, and I know it can sense me, it doesn't attack however, and I think it will not, lest I cross the chasm. The most jarring thing about the beast though is it's head, it has the skull of a human, but where it's face should be is an ever changing mix of faces. I have seen only those I know to be dead and of many I have never met, but I assume have suffered the same fate. It haunts my nightmares and on it's head I see my own face just before I wake in silent terror.

This is all I have to report.