Sealed

"Where are you going little one?" the voice in the Mage's head questions softly.

He looks around, wondering if it was his inner speech who asked or someone corporeal. He's still alone, he had been, for a few days now. "North."

453 E.Y. The cloaked figure approaches the town of Bralden steadily. His eyes are aimed at the Keep on its periphery, a structure of stone walls hiding something he had been searching for. A source of more power, most likely. Mayhaps, a conduit for corruption also?

Further north, to the distant Grathorn Mountains, the cliffs and crags seem to leer with the arrival of something... something other. They could only shudder in anticipation... for now.