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Darkness, blackness, breathing. That's all there was. Then silence. An arch of light appeared and the High Judge Romatan took his place, too, within the darkness. The counsel sat within the circle that enclosed the accused. He stood there before them, his eyes, glowed red with menace, and a persisting intelligence, which could not be dimmed. He knew the verdict, as he knew his own mind. It wouldn't matter now.

Death would have been better.

The darkness stretched around him, meaning to nauseate his anger, his hunger for vengeance, but it didn't. It fuelled it. And the counsel and High Judge Romatan would pay dearly. He knew where they sat. He couldn't see them, but he knew. He could smell each one of them out by their own weaknesses, and faults. He could smell their fear, their arrogance, and their self-indignation. And the most despiteful of them all stood before him. High Judge Romatan from within the darkness spoke.

'Ensland, the counsel, and I, have found you guilty, of the unholy practices of Necromancery, and the death of countless thousands. Execution is too good for one such as yourself, death, a blessing, compared to what we are going to punish you with. You know what awaits those, who commit such heinous crimes as the ones I speak of. Yes, that's right. The void. You'll be there for eternity Ensland. For eternity. You'll never make the men, women or children of Darthania suffer again. You are condemned. May the gods somehow make it possible for you to die, within that wasteland of timeless nothingness. '

High Judge Romatan, couldn't be seen by anyone, but Ensland knew he had a smirk on his face. Ensland knew how hard Romatan had searched for him, how hard he'd pursued the one that had committed the "Wanlan Massacre." He knew fully well. And Ensland knew how much Romatan envied him. The power he held within these hands bound by these cursed chains was enough to make the world come to a stand still in his wake. And then he'd being captured. Ah yes. How did that happen again?

Varpnah. A Paladin of Hanthin. The mother of all life was reputed to have resided there at the beginning of all time. Holy Hanthin. Varpnah, of the royal house of Hanthin. Who else to defeat him, who else to stop him for taking over the entire known worl The dog had searched him out, and they'd brought in a wolf to bring back the prey. Cowards! One man, wasn't able to defeat him alone. It took one man to put the chains on, but all together... It took hundreds. It didn't matter though. It was the same result. And here he was, waiting to be placed within the void.

'Are you ready, to feel what death itself cannot punish you with, Ensland? If you're not, too bad. The time has come, ' the High Judge jeered. 'It is time! The void is prepared! Farewell, Ensland. May you never return to the kingdom of Darthonia. Though, why am I worrying, there's no way out of the void, no human has ever come back alive! '

Slowly, the darkness brightened until Ensland could make out the outlines of the figures. They were rising. Or was he lowering. Within the darkness there was no way of knowing. The ground he was situated on was slowly shaking and vibrating. He could feel it start to shudder. The rhythm of the floor started to increase, until it reached its climax. The floor beneath Ensland gave in, and Ensland found himself falling into a darkness even darker than the one that had surrounded him before. The void.
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Note Number:	35	Author:	Ensland
Date:	Thu Jun 27, 2002; 19:33:00	To:	All
Subject:	Ensland: The Saga
Darkness, blackness, breathing. That's all there was. Then silence. An arch of light appeared and the High Judge Romatan took his place, too, within the darkness. The counsel sat within the circle that enclosed the accused. He stood there before them, his eyes, glowed red with menace, and a persisting intelligence, which could not be dimmed. He knew the verdict, as he knew his own mind. It wouldn't matter now. Death would have been better. The darkness stretched around him, meaning to nauseate his anger, his hunger for vengeance, but it didn't. It fuelled it. And the counsel and High Judge Romatan would pay dearly. He knew where they sat. He couldn't see them, but he knew. He could smell each one of them out by their own weaknesses, and faults. He could smell their fear, their arrogance, and their self-indignation. And the most despiteful of them all stood before him. High Judge Romatan from within the darkness spoke. 'Ensland, the counsel, and I, have found you guilty, of the unholy practices of Necromancery, and the death of countless thousands. Execution is too good for one such as yourself, death, a blessing, compared to what we are going to punish you with. You know what awaits those, who commit such heinous crimes as the ones I speak of. Yes, that's right. The void. You'll be there for eternity Ensland. For eternity. You'll never make the men, women or children of Darthania suffer again. You are condemned. May the gods somehow make it possible for you to die, within that wasteland of timeless nothingness. ' High Judge Romatan, couldn't be seen by anyone, but Ensland knew he had a smirk on his face. Ensland knew how hard Romatan had searched for him, how hard he'd pursued the one that had committed the "Wanlan Massacre." He knew fully well. And Ensland knew how much Romatan envied him. The power he held within these hands bound by these cursed chains was enough to make the world come to a stand still in his wake. And then he'd being captured. Ah yes. How did that happen again? Varpnah. A Paladin of Hanthin. The mother of all life was reputed to have resided there at the beginning of all time. Holy Hanthin. Varpnah, of the royal house of Hanthin. Who else to defeat him, who else to stop him for taking over the entire known worl The dog had searched him out, and they'd brought in a wolf to bring back the prey. Cowards! One man, wasn't able to defeat him alone. It took one man to put the chains on, but all together... It took hundreds. It didn't matter though. It was the same result. And here he was, waiting to be placed within the void. 'Are you ready, to feel what death itself cannot punish you with, Ensland? If you're not, too bad. The time has come, ' the High Judge jeered. 'It is time! The void is prepared! Farewell, Ensland. May you never return to the kingdom of Darthonia. Though, why am I worrying, there's no way out of the void, no human has ever come back alive! ' Slowly, the darkness brightened until Ensland could make out the outlines of the figures. They were rising. Or was he lowering. Within the darkness there was no way of knowing. The ground he was situated on was slowly shaking and vibrating. He could feel it start to shudder. The rhythm of the floor started to increase, until it reached its climax. The floor beneath Ensland gave in, and Ensland found himself falling into a darkness even darker than the one that had surrounded him before. The void. >