Treasure in the shroud

The Lycan Woods were a treacherous area to say the least, a vast and enormous woodlands were the top of the trees were so thick that sunlight barely made it passed the branches. Thus casting an everlasting darkness among them. But that wasn't the worst part, the worst part was as the name suggests. Namely Lycans resided in this forest, fearful creatures that were more beast then man that easily slaughtered every being the came across.

Yet despite the lurking dangers of the forest, there are some who'd wager their lives. Some were mere merchants. Testing their luck, hoping that their choice to travel through the woodlands instead of around wouldn't result with them paying their lives. Others were adventures, explorers looking for new thrills. Then there were mages, looking for a challenge to face they feral beasts. Only to earn some extra buck. And among them, there was an even more special breed of mages. Treasure hunters, who'd face any dangers as long as it meant to be rewarded with piles of gold. Or if they were lucky some legendary item from a time long passed.

Be that as it may, that deep in this forest, lays an old tomb. Stowed away in some cavern. Or so it is told. A soft whispering rumor, that started in a tavern in the town of the guildless. Talonia. Where former Savages sometimes gathered, and bragged about their pillaging, killing and stealing everything that they could find. Yes it was a town of the lawless, were sometimes the lost souls come to drink away the night. And it was during a night as such, that one of those mages finally had a drink to much and spoke of a place. Hidden away in the Lycan Woods, a place that once belonged to the infamous guild. Abandoned and forgotten. A place where the hordes of the Skull would hide their stolen goods, from the days when they could roam the lands freely. Plundering everything in their sights. He spoke of a room filled with gold, jewels. Gorgeous decorated swords. Anything that could come to mind. It was supposed to be there and more.

Now be that as it may, it was only natural that anyone with some sort of intellect could easily pick up on this poor drunken lad, may it be the bartender or some bystander. It was more then certain that this rumor would spread, reaching eventually the doors of Golden Phoenix, the treasure hunting guild. The place were any rumor about gold, mystery items and other treasure would eventually end up. But if rumors reached all the way down there, then you be sure that other eyes would have set their gaze upon this forsaken place.

There it was again, the faint sense of a magical presence in his vicinity. A sensation that was absent for so long, that Dahau almost forgot how it felt like. But now that the flickering presence of a human being was sensed once again, the enigmatic stranger could almost taste it. This could be his change, to be free from his restraints, this infernal prison he was cast into.

He didn't even know how long it had been since he was trapped in this unholy damnation. Days had become weeks, and weeks quickly turned into an eternity. For all he knew, it could have been centuries since his former proteges trapped him inside this magical mirror. Hell, maybe even an entire millennium had passed, he honestly didn't know. Being surrounded by nothing but darkness made him lose all sense of time. And eventually fall into some sort of slumber he'd put himself in, only to be awakened by the faintest of sensations.

Slowly his memories started to flood back, and with it his emotions. Hatred, anger, joy. Everything came back with every vivid flash of his own past. Briefly he saw in front of him the small group of aspiring mages bowing in front of him. Training under him. Then it jumped to something as meaningless as devouring a good meal. Till it came to an rushing halt with the last memory he had before he was pushed into the darkness of the mirror.
There he stood, surrounded by his five best students, dark mages who were personally trained by him in the magical arts. He recalled them vividly, their motives, their reasons to live. One was covered in a hooded black cloak. And used Dahau's teaching to train himself in darkness magic. A vile and destructive form of element. Another one, with a conceited smirk on his face. Clothed in red, that one took a liking to pain. Especially when it inflicted it on others. Another one, was a tall and muscular fellow. Wearing extremely extravagant clothing, he was basically dripping with vanity itself. All of them were surging with power, channeling it into a single spell. Dahau could still remember the sensation of that very spell. The power swirling around him, toying with him as it dragged him further into a whirlpool of pure darkness.

Just remembering it made him angry once more, a burning wrath from deep inside of him boiling towards the surface. Yet, Dahau kept his cool for now, as he knew that the chance het got now was probably his only one he'd ever could get. There was someone here, and he needed this person. Maybe just as he could sense her, she could reach him the same way. He'd only needed to make his presence known, so he started to increase his own magical presence. Hoping that it would reach beyond the mirror.