*Kali steps almost tentatively through the western gates of Hlint*
It has been longer than I care to remember since I was last in the village of adventurers. In that time I have spent months in mourning for the man I once loved, even longer practising new magical techniques and longer still trying to understand what dark entity captured my soul soon after my initial visit to Hlint. Drake recently passed away, he was a tremendous mentor, and I suppose he was my father. Despite of his convservative veiws on magic and it's application he was only worried for my safety. Yet when will these men learn? Should I need protection I will ask for it, but assuming I am too weak to defend myself only infuriates me further.
Hlint is much as I remember it, perhaps a few new faces, but then it's usually more interesting to see those who have stuck around. Rhynn apparently still lives around here and is moving into a house with a man named Malor. Theres even talk of 'spawnlings' as Rhynn once called them, perhaps Hlint has changed.
It has been a week since I arrived back here, and while I had been in constant practise with my magic, I seemed to be a little rusty when it came to casting in combat. After a jaunt to the Topaz caves with some new faces, Mardel, Sindor and some charming assassin whose name escapes me my old battle casting became simple once more, stay away from the undignified melee and blast away.
Later we headed into the forest filled with undead, there we battled countless spirits and I even took down a few bone golems alone! Seems my powers have not waned at all during my time away.
Despite our efforts the spirits got the better of us, and I felt the cold grip of death once more, that is something I didnt miss during my break from adventuring.
Perhaps I will seek out the arcane alliance again, I still seek to further my arcane studies, and now Drake is gone, I shall need to learn on my own.