The night is still
A gentle breeze sways the grasses beside the shore
Preternatural coldness and a spell is summoned for protection
Banes of shielding worn on simple woollen garb
Silent footfalls blend the necromancer into the night.
A far off cry halts progress
The sense of ill doing overwhelms attuned senses
More spells, more summonings ……
Awareness of presence …… sensations of power emanating around the necromancer
Imagination flaring
Shape shifter awareness
Urgency beyond the usual
Magical summoning kept under strict control
The disciplined mind of the necromancer assuming mastery
Here in a night deep in unknown lands
A dimensional realm far beyond the usual places
Land fall into this land of dreams came moments before
The Necromancer well prepared
A life time of such trans locations behind him now.
Extract taken from "Seeker Of Fear Feeders" written by Matthew James Written March 2006
