[b]Khelek Istar - Warlock[/b]

Khelek woke up from where he had been lying, unconscious, on the floor. He had just finished adding another large room to his ice palace and such an extreme use of his cryokinesis always left him exhausted if not unconscious. Now, refreshed, he went to examine the new addition. Like the rest of his home, the room was made entirely from ice, though not the ice that most would imagine. Khelek's abilities allowed him to create ice that was more durable that normal, strong enough to make weapons or even walls, floors or ceilings. Khelek had built his home one room at a time over the past few years, adding a room anytime it suited him. This particular room was to a target range, or at least it would be once he was done. Khelek reached out his hand and ice flurried through the air, forming a sculpture of a heavily armored knight a few yards away. The process was repeated two more times until Khelek faced three icy opponents. Khelek's hand whipped through the air yet again, this time a large shard of ice formed in between him and the first of the warriors. As Khelek pushed his hand forward, the shard flew towards the knight and struck it center in the chest, breaking it into a thousand shining splinters. As the remains of the first sculpture fell to the ground Khelek dashed towards the second, raising his hand as if about to strike with an invisible weapon. As his arm came down an icy sword materialized from his hand, striking the knight in the forehead and causing it to crack down the middle and then collapse to the floor. Dropping the sword to the ground, he turned upon the final target, his hand still outstretched and palm up. He quickly raised his hand and a large spike of ice formed from the floor directly below the remaining knight, shattering its legs apart and knocking it to the ground. Deciding that that was enough for now, Khelek waved his hand, causing the scattered pieces of ice, including the sword, to vanish in a puff of snow. He was just going to go and find something else to do when he felt it. It felt like someone was tugging on his soul, bidding it down the mountain. The summons had no words, not really anyway. And yet he felt that if it did it would say: "Come brothers and sisters, the Shade has need of you". Khelek immediately started walking towards his equipment room, "Finally a chance to put my powers to use" he said to himself.

After filling a satchel with provisions and other supplies, Khelek headed out the door, only turning around to seal the doors of his palace in a layer of ice. Khelek then strode towards the nearby cliff edge. Looking down, it was possible to barely make out the abode of the Shade: the castle of the High Witch Vitralese. The summons seemed to be coming from in or nearby the castle. Khelek moved back from the cliff before making a running leap over the edge. For less than a second it seemed he was floating in the air and then he began to plummet towards the ground far below. As Khelek fell, the ground coming closer and closer, he thought briefly about how much he enjoyed having his powers. Then, with a messy death only seconds away, he transformed into snow and floated the remaining distance to the ground, forming a small pile of snow. The snow rose into the air as Khelek's body reformed. Looking around him he saw the Shade's castle, as well as a small camp further down the mountain. Feeling that the summons came from the later he conjured an icy walking staff and headed in that direction.