12-29-2007, 07:37 AM
And so it was that the Battle Grounds of Mother Mene finally came to be. so humble it was now, just a foot ball field sized square stone arena and a small twelve roomed Inn in the middle of nowhere.
Seraphim stood at the arena and laid in the final square lsab right in the center. Laying his palm flat upon it, hebreathed it and focused his energy. breathing out, a great wave of will surged intothe arena, laying forth the command of ever life, so any fallen within this square would be vanished out and into the inn, alive and as well as his magic could make them. Stnading, Seraphim dusted off his pants and looked around
"Well, looks like I'm all done, nothing left to do but wait for some patrons"
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