Labels:text | screenshot | font | number | display OCR: MEGAZIN # 2 ICALL OUR BOARD YNEON CITYY AT +31-4780-12733+ Dungeons & Druids clothes, appeared in the eddying fog. The tiny projection showed a young man Written By Merlyn/The Magic Guild climbing down a rocky slope, supporting himself on an ashwood staff. Slung Skeletonwhite hands gripped the edges across one shoulder, the man carried a of the blackened cauldron. Piercing, lange, embroidered haversack. bloodshot eyes stared intently into Suddenly the picture zoomed in on the the murky depths. A foglike substance shifted languidly to & fro in the deep Man's left hand. A ring of an of the vast cauldron, Occasional, tiny intricate pattern showed up clearly, A tiny crystal ball, entwined by tiny flashes of multi-coloured lights shot through the grey matter. bands of hammered gold. Concentrating Images & half-glimsed figures glided in & out deeply the necromancer stared at the ring. Microscopic letters run along of the Nothing Magical, foggy substance . solified discernable one of the bands. Slowly the black into wizard pictures, though, Mouthed the letters: THG. With a vile curse he flung away from hands gripped the cauldron, spittle dribbling down The More tightly, his wi thered chin. The accursed evidencing an increased concentration. wizards of The Magic Guild were on his The eyes narrowed in fierce tracks once more !! determination & slowly a picture of a figure, clad in vividly coloured The rash act prevented the RnD Article 043 PAg 1/11 MENU
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