Flecks

Drawing forth a slow breath, Setzer could feel the exotic energies replenish his drained form. As he rose from a kneeling position, one might take note of an amused smile tracing across his thin lips. Another might have observed the deep-black leather jacket that draped over his body. These features were all very obvious, yet one would not notice that which hung around his neck until Setzer himself drew attention to it. Dangling from a thin chain of valorite was a small wisp-shaped pendant.

The young man’s fingers laced around the pendant as he turned his eyes from the slain juka warrior to the darkness before him. The smell of ash wafted in the air,
Setzer silently brushed a few white flecks of the remaining reagents from his faded gloves. Tracing a finger along the night-blue binding of his spell book, he calmly made his way past the slain juka and down into the moaning halls of Wrong.

This was unlike Setzer, he was not one to delve into the depths of a mysterious cavern. The young man would rather stand back and observe his surroundings, every now and again something might spark his interest to step in. This, as it seemed, was one of those occasions. Slipping a hand into one of the pockets of his jacket, he withdrew a slender lockpick and moved silently into the suffocating, yet welcoming, darkness.

This is Setzer Celabaen, and this is only the beginning-

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> Drawing forth a slow breath, Setzer could feel the exotic energies replenish his drained form. As he rose from a kneeling position, one might take note of an amused smile tracing across his thin lips. Another might have observed the deep-black leather jacket that draped over his body. These features were all very obvious, yet one would not notice that which hung around his neck until Setzer himself drew attention to it. Dangling from a thin chain of valorite was a small wisp-shaped pendant. > > The young man’s fingers laced around the pendant as he turned his eyes from the slain juka warrior to the darkness before him. The smell of ash wafted in the air, > Setzer silently brushed a few white flecks of the remaining reagents from his faded gloves. Tracing a finger along the night-blue binding of his spell book, he calmly made his way past the slain juka and down into the moaning halls of Wrong. > > This was unlike Setzer, he was not one to delve into the depths of a mysterious cavern. The young man would rather stand back and observe his surroundings, every now and again something might spark his interest to step in. This, as it seemed, was one of those occasions. Slipping a hand into one of the pockets of his jacket, he withdrew a slender lockpick and moved silently into the suffocating, yet welcoming, darkness. > This is Setzer Celabaen, and this is only the beginning-
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