The Fang is Back

Cornelius, the all-consumingto Everyone

The groves and trees sway disturbedly. On birdsong one hears the twitter of a great bloodshed to come. The fronds and leaves darken on their edges and a pale foulness emerges in the West.

The great pall of the abyss glowers over Thakria and spreads its tendrils across Avalon as the heads of a hydratic serpent. At the pinnacle of this monster, the Fang's power blazes into the heavens with forbidden power, awaiting its new master.

Written and shown unedited exactly as rendered by text based game bulletin board on Avalon Online RPG and by my hand on the 24th of Midwinter, in the year 1405.