<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=10523.msg395553#msg395553">Quote from: Far eyes on 26-07-2007, 12:40:26</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Michael began setting up his things, one of his new miniatures freshly painted his game character sheet and the laminated one just in case. As well as a note book for marking things several pencils and what looked like half a hundred dice. <br/><br/>Taking a plastic box out of his backpack “Oh yes my mom made some cookie for us to” And finally of course came his prized possession the leather covered book he called his tome of magic, it was really only an old book cover ware he had added new pages carefully aging them with an old trick and has written all his spells with an old ink pen. His hand writing has become quiet fancy from training, so the books contence looked quiet extravagant. Almost like if it really was some wizards spell book<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Michael wrote in his book, the existing pages of intricate calligraphy visible through the translucent piece of paper.  When he looked up from his writing, he saw out the window that a fog appeared to be rolling in off the lake.  Most of the lake was obscured by a light-gray mist, which gleamed golden where it caught the rays of the late-afternoon sun.<br/><br/>The first tendrils of mist were already advancing toward the yard of the cabin, wafting on the light breeze.