The Lore of a Soul

It began with the Gathering, wizards from across the land called to the sacred flame. For a brother would take the leap of faith and journey on to the next realm.

The wizards stood silently all in attendance and the flame began to flicker.

From high above a mist like midnight slithered down consuming the crowd and creating pandemonium, the flame a burning beacon.

This was how they hid their dark deeds. I felt the blow which cracked my skull and lunged me through the flame, consuming my body and altering my destiny. My loyal fox leaped to aid me but he too disappeared into the light.

This is the lore of a Soul, of the journey to solve a wrong and punish foul deeds.

It is also a quest to return to the land of life and flesh about rumours and writings of the ancients of the Phoenix Flame. Believed to be able to reverse the sacred flame.

Of traveling west over the great Salt Sea, passed the Alchemist Archipelago and on to Forgotten lands and salvation.

Much had changed in the time Caligula had been away, had it been that long. It wasn’t only the realm that had changed Caligula wasn’t the same creature from his first travels. The light and hope that had burned bright for a cure to his metamorphosis from the burning flame had faded, snuffed out. There was no turning back and with the realization that all the searching was a waste a darkness crept in. It was at this time of change and loss of hope that Caligula was lost forever to the red ring. It amplified the darkness, gave him strength and focus. His magic grew stronger and gnarly, his corruption was complete. He stepped forward the grass browning under his step. The Smell was a distant journey, soon though he would be home to the welcoming smell of sulphur, his haven and nothing would be the same

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