(a draft starts the candle flame dancing at your desk)
“I don’t remember leaving the window open,” you think, confused, turning toward it.
<Door screeches eerily closed behind you>
“Who’s there?” you gasp turning slowly around the room edging near the sword covered in dust hanging over the mantle.
“I haven’t had to use this in many years, ages really, but I still do know the forms taught to me by Varian himself!”
Turning slowly, searching every shadow, instincts coming back like an old lover, feeling the rage start rising.
"SHOW YOURSELF!!!;
Only the wind answers.
Slowly, the blood stops pumping, you start to relax, keeping the sword readily at hand next to your desk, you sit… and notice something out of place.
“That book wasn’t there when I got up?” you ask yourself quite sure you are losing the edge of battle you once thought so keen.
Lifting the book and placing it back on the shelf next to your desk, a piece of paper slips out and slowly rocks back and forth to the floor.
You bend slowly, pick it up, turn it over to see a ragged scrawl and read:
–They have me… They are… Turning… Me! Come to Grobbulus… Help!!!–
And signed at the bottom, a name you have not seen in ages… Derni!
You grab your sword, pull out your armor from the case under your bed and prepare to fight again!!!