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Two days of silence inside the cliffs

But they had led the storm to them

Another night of intense dreams and fear

One awake while four slept

Barely sleeping from the scratching in the walls

That morning as the sun rose

So did the ground beneath

As creatures clawed their way inside

The Shadow prepare for the intrusion

The ground is broken beneath their feet

The Shadow attack

On the third day

Vicious thieves of life

On the third day

In the next room stood a table

Artifacts spread the surface

Magical fragments bestowed by ancients

Hand of the wise covering the weak

Suddenly a wooden box glows

And a loud noise erupts through the lair

The Shadow of Five find themselves

In the presence of a mage

Swipes his staff

Into the banshees

He utters ancient word

And the ground below reforms

The scratches and murmurs of the creatures fading

Cliffs of Mallon seemed to be at one

The mage’s name was Agathus

A wise man of the Thousandth Atoll

Thought dead for a near century

But only waiting

The scratches and murmurs of the creatures fading

Cliffs of Mallon seemed to be at one