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    The Nameless could see the look of surprise on Perremin Farstrider’s face as the portal to the mortal realm closed.  A range of emotion flowed from him as he took a deep breath, knowing that he did the right thing for all was his comfort. He pulled the hood of his cloak over his head as the last rays of light disappeared. He began to walking the direction did not seem to matter as there is nothing but darkness all around him. Figures moved on all sides of him though he could not see them he knew they were there, he could sense their anger and hatred. Out of instinct his hand moved to his sword only to discover it was not there. He had left the weapons at his house in Fury’s Shield knowing they would not be of use within the Void. The creatures that lived here were that of the void and no mortal weapon would harm them. He took in a deep breath as he cleared his mind of anything that might be used against him. It was not the first time he was in a strange place with no weapons. If the creatures were to attack he would have to use his mind to stay ahead of them. He stopped to rest after walking for what seemed like hours he lay down on the ground and stretched his muscles. He could still feel the presents of the void minions but they kept their distance from him as if trying to figure out what to do with him. Figuring the creatures around him to be lesser void elementals he knew it would only be a matter of time before a greater elemental would be summoned. As The Nameless stood he could make out shapes within the darkness making it seemed more like a moonless night.

    “You do not belong here.” Came a scratchy hollow feminine voice from somewhere behind the Nameless. “Why are you here?” As he turned to regard the speaker another void beast approached from his left.

    “I am here to help restore the balance of the land to return what has been lost.” Stated the Nameless as he kept a watchful eye on the beast. The beast’s movements were that of a hunting cat but its form was more like a dire wolf. The Nameless stared into the beasts yellow eyes to show that he was not afraid of it. A low menacing hollow growl emitted deep from the beast’s throat. The lord of the Burning Wheel would not be dominated by the void so easily, letting out a fierce growl of his own to show his defiance. “I shall not cower to the void! I will not bow to the will of the darkness.”

    “Here in the Void there is nothing but time to crush your will but that is not what we want.”  The woman’s voice seemed to come from all around the Nameless. The void beast disappeared and in its place stood the figure of a woman. She stalked towards the Nameless holding a staff with a lighted crystal on top. “You are no longer Daleri but something much older you are Rómengwaith but that means nothing while your soul is here. Your body can be destroyed and then you will be stuck here forever.”

    “If that is what the fates demand of me then so be it. I do not fear death as I do not fear the Void. I am Rómengwaith and that means my blood is that of the land. I will do what has to be done to heal the land and restore balance.” The Nameless said with determination never taking his eyes form the woman that stood before him. The woman gave him a knowing smile as she held out her lighted staff toward him.

    “If you are to survive here you will need a light, a weapon and some luck. You must keep focused on who you are and why you’re here this can help you with that.” When the Barbarian made no move to take the staff she tossed it to him. Grabbing the staff out of the air taking his eyes from the shadow woman when he looked back she was gone.

    The top of the staff held a glowing crystal that gave off enough light to cut the darkness. Below the crystal a carved image of a wolf below that a petrified mushroom grew out of the wood. As his had ran further down the length of the staff he could make out letters carved into the wood in an old script. R A V I O N S A N T I L his hand lingered over the last three letters wondering why there was a letter missing.

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