Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20180716035529/@comment-34497523-20181005030633

Waking up sweaty from a dream he had Dexin sits up and recalls the past year. His master had died nearly a year ago and left him with no instruction on how to proceed. His training came to a grinding halt, with zero applicable teachings. The most he learned was how to form his mana, but even that was an incomplete study. Now after a whole year he finally decided he would train himself, even if it cost him his life. His master had always told him stories of the creatures he had seen from his travels and how dangerous an untrained mage is.

Rising from his bed he throws his apprentice garb on and heads outside.....