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[Drayden Calamyr]

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It was cold down here. Cold and damp. The half drow could feel the condensation in the air. This caused a creepy cool sweat to develop on his skin. His entrance into the deserted mine was rather uneventful. It seemed those who mined here had either run out of jewels to mine or something scared everyone away. Which ever was the correct answer, Drayden planned on finding out.

After about 30 minutes of trekking through low handing tunnels, Drayden's drow blood truly, for the first time in his life, came in handy. Rather than causing his blood to boil and hatred to seethe, he almost felt at home here. Despite the fact he had never truly travelled this far beneath the earth before. His eyes adjusted quite well, allowing him perfect vision in the pitch blackness. Though it was blakc and white, the detail was remarkable.

He had shed his robes, to keep himself from being drenched even further in sweat. The loose deep red tunic and suit of supple leather armor didn't seem to hold his body heat as well, so he was slightly chilled. Drayden's keen senses told him that he was descending rather rapidly into the earth. The air was stale and dense....like death itself.

Up ahead the tunnel opened into a large cavern, the path seemed to...

An elven curse is all that could be heard as Drayden's feet gave way on the loose gravel. He slid uncontrollably downward, scraping his skin and tearing his clothing. He came to a stop coughing and sputtering from the dust. His vision had returned to the normal spectrum by now, as there was definently light at the bottom of the 50 foot slide. It was a soft blue light. One that comforted him and felt warm and protected.

This was what he had sought. Drayden's blue eyes looked quickly around. his keen elven ears listened but could only detect the faint dripping sound of water coming through the earth and to the cave floor.

From a small hole in the floor, the soft blue light danced almost on it's own. Quickly, he moved over to the old rope which dangled deeper down through the hole in the floor. As soon as his gloved hands grasped it, it disintegrated in his hands, turning to a bundle of frayed fibers. Drayden Shook head and sighed, murmuring softly and waving his hands. He stepped over the hole, floating downward slowly until his feet touched gently on the floor. That would have been quite painful, he noted as he descended that the opening left at least 100 feet of space between it and the floor below.

As he landed, he immediately looked around. Carved before him into the far wall was the ancient crest of his Order. Though slightly different with and Iron Cross within the single flame. He approached slowly, removing his gloves, eyes filled with amazement. The carving in the stone wall glowed rather brightly, each exact carved line perfectly represented.

The Frozen Flame??? Were the legends that he had read about so many years ago actually true? Magicinia...Humanis territory...
The dark elf shook his head. This could not be good. Humanis, he knew, would use such a thing ingnorantly and incorrectly. They would use this great gift of the Flame. The physical embodiment of the Flame for their own advantage. He could not let that happen.

As his hand touched the crest, he felt a icy burning feeling rush through him. There was a loud rumble, the wall before him started to crack, bluish white light leaking through the crevices. In a blinding white flash, the wall before him was gone.

Gathering his wits, Drayden moved inside the small chamber. It was cold. Deathly cold. but it seemed not to bother him at all. In fact, the cold was nearly as comforting as the Flame was in his soul. They were kindred spirits. The small cavern was empty save for a large rectangular shape in the middle. The crest of the Order of the Flame was engraved on the top of it, which also glowed with the same bluish white magic.

The drow watched with amazement as the "coffin" started to melt away, little blue flames licking off the melting substance until all that remained was roughly human-shaped figure. The ice itself seemed to ignite burning blue-white for serval minutes. As the steam cleared, an ancient old human stood before him, covered in a thin layer of ice.

It was then, that the figure sneezed. Loudly. The frost covering him fell to the ground, revealing dark red robes lined with silvery glyphs. He was definently human. Considering the origins of his beliefs, this man must be nearly 2000 years old.

I was then that the man spoke, from beneath a massive white beard and cool inquisitive blue eyes. "Abhout damn time! By the Flame! I've been trying to get your attention for an eternity boy!" Drayden flicnhed a bit, looking at this man before him, the man who was talking to him as he were a child. "Might I ask what in hell is going on then sir?" Drayden smirked as he spoke the words.

"Well, you've found it I'd say! Yes, most definently. It took you long enough Drayden! Time is short, the balance wanes my brother. I however can show you what is missing, there is so much more to your faith than what those stupid fools wrote in the books." The old man looked around quickly and laughed, grabbing up an ancient looking staff with a flame shaped sapphire built into the upper portion. The wood was almost built around it. "Come now, we're wasting time! We have to get things started now. Before anyone discovers what you have found down here."

"Well you obviously know my name, what of yours?" Drayden was trying to keep up with the suffling old man. "Eh? Therian Narshan. First Arch-Flame of the Order. And you'd do best to respect me boy, I'll have no time for whining!"

"What of the Frozen Flame then Lord Therian? Are we not leaving it behind?" At that remark, Therian laughed hard. "You think so simply, has not the Flame taught you that it is not the physical, but what flows through the physical that matters?." With a scoff and shaking his head he continued on, making his way towards the surface. "Lets just say, the Frozen Flame changes....and right now, err..well whenever I was laid to rest. It chose it's form, the one with the most capable spirit.

"Now, if you don't mind...lets get the blazes out of here..."