Casual Huntering

Here’s a picture of Prax, now because Blizz is a little limited on character creation he looks a little bit older and beefier than he really is suppose to. Picture him more like 16 years old, and alot scrawnier.

Oh, and I think its funny that even in WoW you can get someone blinking when  you take a picture.

Anyway, on with the story. Praxton gets little rest after the days events. You’d think it would be enough to find out that you are a fire mage with a lot of potential, throw a fire ball or two, get mana exhaustion, find out you had a sister only to discover that she’s dead, find out that your dad has had an imp these many years and that you too can control it. What you would want was a nice dreamless sleep, but not for Prax, poor guy. Anyway, here you go.

Praxton wrestled toss to and fro through the night, there were too many things to think about, worry about, to dread about. As Prax finally, lost in his thoughts, fell asleep, he found himself standing in the mage tower, creating ever increasing balls of flames. The flames kept getting bigger and bigger until the consumed him, along with the entire tower. And then suddenly he found himself in a harsh winter environment, he could hear laughter in the background, deep and sinister. Scourge undead surrounded him on every side, thousands and thousands, skeletons, ghouls, and other undead hosts all bent on his death. Prax tried to create fire to destroy them all, but all that out was a small puff no bigger than his hand, the laughter continued. Prax sat up in his bed, in a cold sweat, it was still the middle of the night, he was exhausted. He convinced himself to lie back down. Praxton’s mind was everywhere; he couldn’t stop thinking about the events of the day, Lore, the tower, Dreth, his father, and Voljub. His mind slowly fell back into slumber.

A little while later Praxton found himself in an inn, everything still fuzzy around the edges. He was at a table talking with a lady that looked familiar to him. They were talking, but Prax didn’t make any sense of it. Why did this woman look so familiar?? Her face, her hair, it was almost as if she was a younger version of… his mother?? But not the eyes, there was a hardness and a warmness in her eyes. He continued to talk (what was this conversation about?) She had his father’s warmness in her eyes, but it was different somehow, cold yet warm. Prax began to sense emotions from their conversation, albeit he still couldn’t understand what was being said, she seemed to be pleading. He could sense from the conversation, that she desperately needed his help. Only he could provide, only him. She needed him. They left the inn, she lead him into an alley way. Everything felt foggy. He felt that she was supposed to show him something, she disappeared into the shadows. I suddenly felt cold and pain went up my spine, I dropped to my knees, I saw the girl come out of the shadows. She seemed to be looking for something, some kind of disc, she was furious when she didn’t find it. A piercing sensation came into my back, by a dagger when all of a sudden there was a bright light.

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