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The ever so familiar sounds of the crackling thunder within his dreams. Even the shadows that cast on the ground, it is all dark. The words quietly whispering, echoing in his mind, "The darkness calls to you... Heed it, give into it... " Though, with the words, he can see nothing but vast plains of endless shadows. Every hint of light disappearing, the sounds stopping... And suddenly, everything comes to a halt...

Quickly sits up, the sounds of the inn he rests within quickly rising forth. Beads of sweat trickle down his face, the covers of the bed he slept within in a mess. Bunched up at the edge of the bed, seeming to have been kicked and turned alot, decovering himself within the dream. The dream, it has been plaguing his mind recently whenever he slept. The constant whisper, even now echoing in his skull when he is awake. It is quickly growing hard to resist... Darkness, perhaps it is what it wishes of him.

"Your going insane, Zarvak..." He grumbles, quickly throwing his legs over the side of the bed and getting to his feet. His finger tips crackle with energy, the sounds of thunder outside the tavern emiting softly. Tilting his head back, he smirks. "Seem's even nature is agreeing with my choice..." He mutters absently to himself, feeling his energy beginning to evaporate, unknowingly to him, his body reacting on it's own. Casting the spell 'Control Weather', and causing storms outside the inn. The quit whaps of rain hitting the taverns roof causes him to move forward, letting the spell become disrupted before nature itself becomes anymore harsh with his unknowing help.

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Note Number:	120	Author:	Zarvak
Date:	Thu Oct 10, 2002; 06:58:36	To:	All
Subject:	Voices, Lost Sanity
The ever so familiar sounds of the crackling thunder within his dreams. Even the shadows that cast on the ground, it is all dark. The words quietly whispering, echoing in his mind, "The darkness calls to you... Heed it, give into it... " Though, with the words, he can see nothing but vast plains of endless shadows. Every hint of light disappearing, the sounds stopping... And suddenly, everything comes to a halt... Quickly sits up, the sounds of the inn he rests within quickly rising forth. Beads of sweat trickle down his face, the covers of the bed he slept within in a mess. Bunched up at the edge of the bed, seeming to have been kicked and turned alot, decovering himself within the dream. The dream, it has been plaguing his mind recently whenever he slept. The constant whisper, even now echoing in his skull when he is awake. It is quickly growing hard to resist... Darkness, perhaps it is what it wishes of him. "Your going insane, Zarvak..." He grumbles, quickly throwing his legs over the side of the bed and getting to his feet. His finger tips crackle with energy, the sounds of thunder outside the tavern emiting softly. Tilting his head back, he smirks. "Seem's even nature is agreeing with my choice..." He mutters absently to himself, feeling his energy beginning to evaporate, unknowingly to him, his body reacting on it's own. Casting the spell 'Control Weather', and causing storms outside the inn. The quit whaps of rain hitting the taverns roof causes him to move forward, letting the spell become disrupted before nature itself becomes anymore harsh with his unknowing help.