Valik SIlvereye essays

Valik SIlvereye essays ..........2007,2008,2009. The priest counted off his steps through the murky slime that passed for ground in this hellish place. His eyes which could penetrate even the blackest night, couldnt see more than a few feet through the choking gray smoke that apparently covered this whole cursed plane. His once bright white cloak had been quickly dulled to the same bland gray that covered everything else here. From time to time he could glimpse the barbed tip of a wing or a sharply clawed foot of the bat-like demons that seemed to be the only other inhabitants of this desolate land. He winced involuntarily as an old pain in his shoulder decided to show itself again. He had felt those black claws, and the wounds although long healed, still ached from time to time. The wicked bats had learned to stay away from him though. A rare smile crept onto his face then at the memory of the piles of bodies it had taken to teach that lesson. He stopped for a moment and pulled out the fine elv ish sword that hung from his hip. The glow from the blade was an eerie green candle in the smoke. He closed his eyes and felt for the subtle tug from the blade which was his only compass through the land. Shifting his direction slightly, he took another step into the dark water. He was being led somewhere, but by whom and for what purpose he couldnt tell. None of his divinations, or spells that might allow him to escape this place seemed to work here, and his God, the great Corellion Larethion protector of the elves, either wouldnt or couldnt answer his pleas for help. For now he had no choice but to continue on where ever he was being led. He took another step. Damn, he had lost count again. He laughed out loud at the futility of it all. By now he had lost count of the times he had lost count. With a sigh, he began again. 1,2,3................ With a great gasp of air Valik Silvereye opened his eyes, the one silver...