[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]"The Titans were a race of colossal, planet-sized beings," Jennea explained, "composed of arcane magic and the primordial matter from which the universe was born. They roamed across the cosmos like walking worlds, imbued with the raw power of creation itself." Draven looked on, his eyes wide with the possibilities of such power. "Where are they now?" he asked innocently. "Many of them seemed to have disappeared for one reason or another, but some say they're still around out there somewhere. In any case, in their absence they've chosen others to watch over Azeroth." This information seemed to pique the young man's interest. "Who?" he asked eagerly. "The dragons."[/i][/color] [center]:+:+:+:[/center] Draven looked up at the massive red dragon that seemed to be approaching, an enormous flapping silhouette against a moonlight backdrop. He considered his options for a moment He was nearly halfway down this mountain, but even once he reached the bottom he feared he would continue to have no more knowledge about where he was or what had happened in transversing that portal. His eyes glazed over a rocky hiding spot before looking back up at the creature, that much closer now. A smirk grew on Draven's face. It was never the safe roads that excited him. He was grinning in the face of the road less traveled. As he watched the creature, goosepimples began to form on his arms. It was majestic and awe-inspiring. He was tempted to prepare a spell just in case, but from what he knew of dragons, any spell he had would be like hitting a Tauren with a pea shooter. So he decided to embrace uncertaintly. "[color=a9a9a9]Hey![/color]" the warlock shouted, his hands cupped around his mouth to precisely direct his voice at the scaled miracle above him. "[color=a9a9a9]Don't suppose you could give me some idea as to where I am?[/color]"