Dark Mage Solstice

You emerge from the shadow, dripping condensation and breathing a sigh of relief as the sticky, cloying gloom parts before you to reveal a plaza resplendent with light. You have more experience with claustrophobic environments than most, the world of Squall’s Landing forever limited to the nearest few metres at best. But you aren’t quite used to the clinging shadows yet, with only distant dim lanterns to guide the way. You also aren’t used to this paradoxical veil that is at once tangible and not. How you could not fall through something that others could easily fly through is beyond you. Thankfully, you didn’t have far to go before you’d be able to come back home with the things Nia requested.

Dark Mage

You stir, suddenly unable to ignore the cold, empty gnawing ache in your stomach. This feeling only exacerbated by the frigid, wet air seeping in through the splintered, dank, mouldy and moisture softened cracks in the rotten and loose wooden panels. Rain hammers down on the stone outside. You scamper out of your home, a small hole dug in one of the large, numerous peat storage sheds. You don’t live by the oldest blocks of peat, those are used up first. Nor do you hide by the newest, either. They wouldn’t be touched for years but you quickly realised the folly of curling up in the mercilessly moist things. After your brush with a pneumonic death you decided to chose the middle ground, of decently dry blocks of peat that still aren’t so dry as to be ideal fuel and forked out the next time a fireplace calls for it. Your hovel is practically invisible, the only entrance and exit being stones and boards that were already working their way loose before you came along and just… helped them along.