Post by thomasallencummins on Apr 12, 2007 6:09:17 GMT -5
Julius Ceasar strode confidently into the hall. After a moment he noticed dark figures advancing toward him from the shadows. They numbered twenty and were tall, thin and had skin as black as obsidian. Each held a sharp, red glowing knife poised to strike. Ceasar then remembered the fateful words “beware the Ur-viles of March.”