A quiet day befell the once beautiful town of Ace of Spades as Zar found himself walking through the dim lit streets with no clear objective in sight. He just felt as if tonight would be a good night to stretch his legs and enjoy the tranquility of silence that surrounded him. His attunement with the shadows was at its peak during this time of day, offering him strength like no other time could and a sense of empowerment over those within his domain made him feel maniacal almost. "Me? Maniacal?" He laughed at the thought and continued on his way, using his powers over the Shadow to casually disappear and reappear into another shadow meters away from where he once stood. He had grown much stronger over the past several months and was eager to try them out on real threats, but lately, with the state of the guild hall, not many people have come in to post jobs in such a dreary place. It would undoubtedly remain that way until our new guild master saw fit to change our misfortunes.
With his mind wandering and unintentionally unaware of his surroundings, Zar found himself walking headlong into a strange looking messenger. After collecting himself, he had a moment to examine the messenger who he found to be extremely odd as he wore a slick black pin striped suit. He dusted himself off and produced a letter from beneath his suit and presented it to Zar. "A letter for you sir." Zar took the letter from the man and as soon as he had the letter in hand the messenger swiftly walked away. The letter only had instructions to be given to Zar on the front, but not where it was sent from. He ripped open the letter at the seams and read it in his head, "Dear old friend I don't know if you remember me but I need your help. A strange curse has swept across my home land, destroying most of the population. I managed to escape, and am now in hiding, but while I was escaping from those creatures, one of them bit me. Within the envelope I have placed my current location I am currently at an old cabin in the cursed lands, please come as soon as you can as I am beginning to feel rather feverous. Yours Truly, Aeron Valros." That name struck Zar like a pike through a man's stomach, and sent his blood boiling. He had thought his friend long dead until this moment and now after so many years he may actually be dying? He would not stand for this! He used his Shadow Magic to swiftly race through the night on his way to save his friend, desperately hoping that there was still time to do so.
With his mind wandering and unintentionally unaware of his surroundings, Zar found himself walking headlong into a strange looking messenger. After collecting himself, he had a moment to examine the messenger who he found to be extremely odd as he wore a slick black pin striped suit. He dusted himself off and produced a letter from beneath his suit and presented it to Zar. "A letter for you sir." Zar took the letter from the man and as soon as he had the letter in hand the messenger swiftly walked away. The letter only had instructions to be given to Zar on the front, but not where it was sent from. He ripped open the letter at the seams and read it in his head, "Dear old friend I don't know if you remember me but I need your help. A strange curse has swept across my home land, destroying most of the population. I managed to escape, and am now in hiding, but while I was escaping from those creatures, one of them bit me. Within the envelope I have placed my current location I am currently at an old cabin in the cursed lands, please come as soon as you can as I am beginning to feel rather feverous. Yours Truly, Aeron Valros." That name struck Zar like a pike through a man's stomach, and sent his blood boiling. He had thought his friend long dead until this moment and now after so many years he may actually be dying? He would not stand for this! He used his Shadow Magic to swiftly race through the night on his way to save his friend, desperately hoping that there was still time to do so.