[Avanthar Dra'Aran]

Things were not right. Born in warfare and prone to battle, the Arch knight knew that things were never as they appeared to be. There were simply too many signs that made Avanthar on edge, from the faint scent of magic, the great chains and then the rune that barred undead. Judging that these tunnels and caverns had been relatively untouched, Avanthar remembered quite clearly in some nameless tone that the depths of Telath held creatures and things long unseen, some forgotten and many dangerous.

Sinking his senses into the darkness as he perceived all that he could, the water was relatively shallow in some places, there lacked any major currents and life forces, and a clear exit lay before him upon the opposite end, the rail acting as a guide for Avanthar and his band. With a titanic reservoir of Vis, Dra’Aran’s manipulations of shadow were trivial compared to what Dra’Aran had unleashed within Zerdargia.

Manipulating the shadows once more as he infused his black taint into its dark essence, he made the inky substance trail across the rails quickly before joining them, seeking to create a safe and clear path for them to walk across. Acting slowly though, there was a chance he’d alert other things… activating perhaps some ancient magic.

Was Avanthar simply thinking too much? Perhaps… yet caution was a must in this world of darkness and danger….