Grave Walker

Arcana

Wellby stood by the window, though blind he often enjoyed feeling the breeze. Moving around his room was no difficult task either. Over the years he had memorized the detailed layout of his room. Perhaps one could say it looked more like the laboratory of a mad wizard. Plants and crystals marked the various enchantment and magic tables. The walls themselves were covered in arcane circles scratched into the wood of the world tree. In the middle of the floor stood a single stone pad large enough to step onto with yet another arcane circle etched into it. It's color shifted from bright pinks to deep blues.

As he walked back over to the middle of the room the arcane circle began to shift and show an orange hue. A cloud of smoke formed amid the circle and within it stood a single imp. Imps were small goblin-like creatures with the scales and horns of dragons. Despite their intimidating appearances, Imps were often the familiar of choice for any skilled mage.

"Ah. Junior. You're back. Your trip to Soliene was fruitful I imagine?" The old man crossed his hands within the sleeves of his robe.

"She got the message real loud and clear, Boss. You shoulda seen her face, wavin her fist at me thinkin I was Otuun. Even summoned a false Demi-Lich with that scroll ya gave me. Worked like a charm, Just like you said"

Wellby gave a hearty laugh as he placed an affirming palm on the imps head. The imp waddled outward, it's legs kicked high with every step. "So what now boss?" Wellby pondered for a moment. "Well I suppose we go await our friend. It'll take some time, But if you want to go; there's something I'd like to show you my dear assistant."

"Oh boy. More of those ancient doodads from The Tomb of Osirus?"

The old man waved his hand in-front of the pad, opening up a portal. Through it; showed a boat dock that sat at the edge of a rigid swamp surrounded by dark and dead trees. Amid the water at the very end was a large structure in the shape of a great pyramidal diamond.

"Not just a doodad. But a doohickey my friend." Of all things Wellby pictured in his mind, this place would never leave it. After-all it was here he discovered Fury's Song and his ability to control the threads of magic. Him and the Imp stepped through the portal. Walking from the dock and stepping onto the boat.

"I gotta say boss. Of all these different places ya portals go this place has gotta be my favorite. It's got a real 'tortured vibe' to it. I dig it."

Wellby gave his hearty laugh once again, waving his hands. Enclosed in an aura of gradient color, causing the boat to slowly drift forward. "You should see Ostarian's Gate." The water splashed against the sides of the boat. The shadows seemed to shift beneath it's surface. Eventually the boat drifted into an opening of the diamond structure; floating toward what appeared to be another dock carved from stone. The boat gently slowed to a halt; Wellby and the Imp stepped off onto a pathway that lead into a long corridor. The old man knew exactly where to go. Taking a stroll as his hands ran across the architecture. He pivoted left down another corridor, right, and another left. Till eventually it came to a large open room with naught but a single gigantic door etched in magic symbols.

The imps feet flopped forward "Woah...Boss... Is this..?"

"The Pantheon's Sepulcher."

"So this is where all them Lords of Ash rule from, huh?"

The old man stuck a thumb under the linen wrap around his eye, pulling it upward just a bit to reveal a single cloudy pupil, He winked at the creature. "Want to take a look?" He cackled; rolling up the sleeves of his robe. Wellby cracked his knuckles as he planted his feet.

"Boss wait!" Wellby looked back "What?"

"Don't you think bargin' into their castle would anger'em? I don't want to end up like dear old grandpa inside of that little magic focus you got."