[hr][hr][center][h1][color=A9A9A9]Draven Stagnum[/color][/h1][img]https://i.ibb.co/Z2b17mL/Draven-Warlock.jpg[/img][hr][color=A9A9A9][b]Location[/b][/color]: Mountain(???)[/center][hr][hr]

	[color=A9A9A9][i]"Draven, what are you doing?!"  Jennea shouted as she ran into the room, her decorative robes marking her as a trainer of Mages ruffled behind her.  A young Draven looked up from his book, his eyes glowing green, with a twisted grin that inspired fear.  "Put that book down!"  With a quick gesture, Jennea hurled a gust of arcane force, knocking Draven to the back of the room, his body impacting the wall so severely that it left a crater in its wake.  Draven slowly fell limp to the ground, losing all consciousness.  As Jennea examined him, she shook her head with disappointment before turning around to grab the discarded tomb off the ground.

	"How did you even get this?" she whispered to herself as she looked it over.  The title read 'Grimoire of Agony'.  Her eyes shifted to the unconscious young pupil once more.  "You are flirting with evil, young man."[/i][/color]

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	Draven's eyes fluttered open, glassy and red as his skull felt like it was containing several small explosions within his cranium.  All he could see as he looked up from where he lay was the night sky, littered with stars.  Some of the constellations he recognized, but he couldn't quite grasp a sense of direction.  With an audible groan, Draven pushed himself up to a sitting position, his body wrenching with pain during the process.  He fell, that much was certain, and landed on unforgiving rock.  He was amazed his body held up and there wasn't any blood pooled around him.

	"[color=A9A9A9]Zepar... where are we?[/color]" he croaked out as he rubbed his face, trying to coax his senses of perception to return to him.  After a moment of silence, he called out again.  "[color=A9A9A9]Zepar!  Where-[/color]" He placed his hands back on his knees and looked around, a little heated, but suddenly realized Zepar wasn't here.  He was alone.  "[color=A9A9A9]Huh...[/color]"

	The warm night air carried no sounds at all, as a matter of fact, and the sheer sense of isolation started to take over.  As the warlock briskly surveyed his surroundings, he could only make out the silhouettes that were formed by the moonlight, but there was no mistaking the fact that he was on elevated terrain.  Draven growled through an attempt to stand up, still battling his bodily aches as he did, and gave a long drawn out stretch as his joints began to pop and his musculature began to loosen.  After a deep breath, he looked around once more, but with a keener eye.  He found himself on the cliffs on a mountain that overlooked the surrounding area and the way back down was a long one.  He didn't recognize this place at all.  It looked and [i]felt[/i] different.

	As his bodily aches began to decease, he realized underneath it all was a foreign tingling sensation.  It felt like the epitome of excitement, a rush of energy that he had not intended to summon, and it was beginning to course through him, slowly at first, but eventually through his entire being.  He looked at his own two hands and was amazed to see them shaking, trembling.  He felt like he could move this entire mountain with his will, if he were so inclined, the energies within him beginning to blaze like an ever growing bonfire.

	"[color=A9A9A9]Where... am... I...?[/color]" Draven asked himself through a curious smirk.  He was tantalized by this new development.  The more important question, however, was [color=A9A9A9][i]What do I do now?[/i][/color]

	Draven pushed off his clothes and picked up his scepter, which had come loose from its holster and landed a few paces away from him.  As he stuck it to the ground and leaned upon it, the warlock weighed his options.  As he glanced around the deserted mountain top, the warm air caressing his face, he decided that there were no answers to be found up here, which left only one other option; he must descend.

	The warlock walked slowly at first, his shoes crunching and cracking the dry vegetation below, as he made his way toward what looked like several jagged rocks formed in such a way that might aid him in his endeavor of climbing down to the mountain's base.  Pausing for just a moment to reconsider the idea, Draven eventually shrugged.  [color=A9A9A9][i]It's this or nothing[/i][/color].  With that, he took the first descending step and, before long, another, venturing deeper and deeper into the night and hopefully toward answers.