Τετάρτη, 13 Νοεμβρίου 2013

Apprentice's Grimoire


The boy was feeling proud but also a bit scared. He had just entered the huge doors of the wizzard tower and didn't know what he was supposed to do next. He was dressed in plain clothes, a strong hand woven rope was securing his poor racksack and was holding his most valuable possesion: his new "apprentice's grimoire". It was a rather plain and incospicuous book, nothing like the fancy grimoires he had seen the mages carry when stopping at his father's inn, but he knew that his parents and little sister had sacrificed half their winter supplies to commission this book. He gritted his teeth and started walking....











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