Deepwood Weald Stride across the centuries, and death follows, churning in your wake

@Marruz

Wary of the sneering eye of dastard king Remalias, Damien left the comfort of his fortress and the warmth of his lover to start a new night. The sun had set and the warm colors that painted the skies had cooled down, leaving behind a dark canvas full of stars. It was a clear night, and despite the full moon having passed the night before, the blue brightness of the night was still blinding for any darkness-dwelling creature.

Marruz had been instructed to find the dark master the night before, and true to his word Damien had left his den with the sole purpose of meeting the young disciple. He wandered the land until he found a small clearing, and with the intention of being found, he sat right at the center of it, allowing the eye of Remalias to bathe him with its light. Today Damien had nothing to hide, in fact, he hoped there would be much to share with his hopeful pupil.