Post originally by Character_Raistlan_Majere
"How long has it been since my feet stepped outside the magic imbues stones of my dark, dreary tower?" the dark mage seemed to brim with a power heightened only by the dark magics drawn within him from the stemless years spent in timeless study, his vessel ready to overflow from the extensive knowledge garnered within him.
"It is time for my comming upon these lands, no more shall i be that jovial, comical, happy go lucky imbicile i once was in so many past years, that of what i once was is dead and gone, never has my past being ever gotten me anything, no, it is time to embrace what i am and take what it is i desire" he would smirk as he enhaled the air that lightly brushed past him, he had just exited his tower, a place that existed between time and space.
"Let me see where to go from here, so many plans need be set into action. It is time to shape this land into what i deem it to be to suit my purposes. But first, I need to seek out some cohorts to aid me in my endeavor, those whom seek more from their lives then to just be a mere puppet to these kings, gods and heirarchy. No, those that seek to hold the power" he would grin a slight bit more, his golden eyes seemed to illuminate a darker hue.
Slowly he would begin to walk, the golden cap of his staff tapped lightly upon the earth, slowly almost like some illusion the arch-mage's tower faded behind him like the sun would fade into dusk.The red of the setting sun was upon his back as he walked in a northern direction, his destination was not really known, simply he headed anyway that he could gather suppoirt. He would soon be ready to begin what could only be described as a coup d'etat, complete anarchy to be molded into a regime suitable for what was to come.
"When we are finished my friend, we shall see to it that the only force that shall be seen as a power base shall be magic, magic will be feared once more and seen as the only true element in a society or governing populace. That magic and power will be mine, i shall be the one to wrest that power from these lands and make it my own" he chuckled softly "That right, you and I will again be known, only this time.., feared, not thought of as some joke."
As the dark mage walked on, the sun faded into darkness, only the taps of the staff disturbed the encroaching night and the occasional rambling of the mage, apparently the ramblings of a mad man, "Together you and i bring forth a storm Raistlan old friend, we bring forth the perfect storm" a omnious chortle fills the night then trails off to be replaced by silence.